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rhoorl · 22 days

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Weathered In

Pairing: Frankie x OFC

Word Count: 5.4k | AO3 | Main Masterlist

Summary: After a couple of weeks of trying out this long-distance thing, Frankie decides to travel from Tampa to Atlanta to spend the weekend with Jo. Despite having a whole itinerary planned, they have to pivot because of the weather. It’s ok though, it allows Frankie to share an important part of himself with her. How will she react? Is this thing over before it started?

Warnings: Alternating POVs. There’s some angst but fluff too. Frankie is a year sober, and there’s some discussion of his journey, including past drug use, the death of his mother, and a past toxic relationship. There are allusions to smut but it’s all pretty PG. Frankie’s curls come with their own warning. Also, Frankie’s been training with Benny so our boy is looking good.

If you have questions, please feel free to reach out!

A/N: This is a follow-up to the Turbulence series but could be read as a standalone. This relationship is featured in Delta Landscaping as well.

Walking up to the airport bar, Frankie immediately spotted Mack and his friendly smile. The older man came over and took care of Frankie right away, giving him a drink on the house on the promise that he’d say hi to Jo for him. They weren’t able to chat for long – with several conventions in town a crowd of those departing and arriving was starting to form, so Frankie decided to head to his gate to wait. As he walked, he tuned out the constant murmur of the overhead announcements, the squeaky wheels of passing suitcases, and the occasional fussy toddler who must have missed their nap. Instead, he was deep in thought, he was good at that.

As he sat at the gate, fingers tapping on the armrest he looked outside. The typical Florida summer storms were looking to roll in and he was thankful he was the one flying and not Jo, given the inevitable turbulence he was bound to experience. Looking at his phone, he cycled through who he could call to help pass the time. Jo was at work, Benny took Connor to the gym to train, and Santiago and Will were wrapping up a landscaping project. Not wanting to sit alone with his thoughts any longer he decided to try and see if his sister Valeria was around.

“Hey, can you talk?” he chewed on his thumb. He was lucky to catch her at a good time as she and Tim just wrapped up at a crime scene.

“Yeah…espérate…sorry, I'm back, left Tim with the paperwork so he’s going to be in a great mood when we’re done,” she chuckled, pausing when she heard the hustle and bustle of what sounded like an airport on the other end of the phone. “Qué pasa Paco? Where are you?”

Frankie smirked, there was never getting anything past his sister. There's a reason why she was one of the best detectives in Dallas. “I’m…uh…at the airport.”

“Airport? Where you going?” She popped a piece of gum in her mouth.

“Atlanta.”

“Atlanta? You boys doing a trip or something before Benny’s big fight?”

“Um…no…I’m kinda going to see someone,” he swallowed hard, waiting for her response.

She paused for a moment, countless questions swirling in her mind. Her brother was usually pretty reserved when it came to his love life, but he slipped up a couple of times in the past week or so – sharing something funny that Jo said or reminding himself of something he wanted to share later when they talked. Naturally, Valeria wanted all of the details about this person but didn't want to overwhelm Frankie by prying. So, she did what she always did, let him tell her his news at his own pace.

“Oh, that's fun. Is this someone's name Jo by chance?” She asked as casually as she could manage despite wanting to squeal and kick her feet excitedly. If she were right, this would be a big step for Frankie. It would show his willingness to open himself back again to love, which made her heart burst.

“I…um…” Frankie shook his head with a lopsided grin. He proceeded to tell Valeria about how he met Jo and their weekend together, skirting over some of the details – this was his baby sister he was talking to after all. He mentioned how over the past two weeks they stayed in touch via phone calls, FaceTime, and texts.

Valeria could hear the smile in her brother’s voice. She’d never heard him talk like this before about any of his partners. He sounded…happy. And on a day like today, a momentous day, it was like icing on the cake.

She could hear the announcement for his flight in the background, which prompted them to wrap up their call. But before they hung up, she paused, took a deep breath, and told Frankie how proud of him she was. It was exactly what he needed and gave him that extra boost of confidence to board the flight, ready to tear down the remaining walls around his heart and let the light in.

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Jo nervously tapped her thumbs on the steering wheel as she sat in the cell phone lot, waiting to hear from Frankie. Thanks to her boss, she only worked a half day today, a small token of appreciation for all the long hours she’d pulled the past few days. The only sounds she heard were the windshield wipers going back and forth and the soft pitter-patter of the rain hitting her windshield. The forecast called for a gloomy and stormy night, the perfect recipe for some quality couch time curled up with Frankie. But first, they had plans to go to the grocery store and pick up some ingredients for dinner.

She had the whole weekend planned out. This evening: a chill night at home. After two weeks apart, she just wanted him all to herself. Tomorrow's plans included a hike in the morning and then a stroll through the Botanical Gardens in the afternoon with a picnic at Centennial Park to wrap up the day. And Sunday, she left it up to him to decide. She half thought about recommending brunch and then the aquarium, but she also wouldn’t mind another day at home since he'd be going back to Tampa early Monday morning.

Her mind drifted off to thoughts of feeling him again, running her fingers through his curls, feeling his weight on top of her, hearing his laugh, and seeing the glimmer in his eye and mischievous smirk when he was being playful. The buzz of her phone brought her back to reality. He was off the plane and walking to baggage claim. She put her car in reverse and braced herself as she returned to the congestion of Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport.

As her car inched its way through the bumper-to-bumper traffic of arrivals, she scanned the crowd looking for Frankie. She let out a little squeal when she saw that trusty blue baseball cap and curls peeking from beneath it from above the crowd. He looked so handsome and so broad. The workouts with Benny had picked up and wow did it look like it was paying off. She sat up a little straighter in her seat, appreciating how his gray t-shirt stretched across his chest.

Once he spotted her, his face broke out in the largest grin. All she wanted to do was throw the car in park and run to him, but alas she navigated her way closer, butterflies filling her stomach as she finally parked and got out.

Frankie dropped his duffle and backpack on the curb and rounded the front of her car, wrapping her in a tight hug. This was what he’d been craving for the last two weeks – the chance to feel her, to be reminded that she was very much real and he wasn’t making all of this up. A faint hint of citrus wafted through his nostrils as he buried his nose in her hair. She nestled her face into his chest, slotting perfectly into his arms like they were tailor-made for her.

Neither spoke for what felt like minutes, just basking in the moment, in that feeling of home. That feeling when you’re with someone who makes you feel utterly and completely safe and comfortable.

Frankie was the first to pull away, kissing her forehead and looking at her with a soft smile, while rubbing up and down her arms. “Hey, mi cielo. I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she softly placed her lips on his, giggling when he quickly deepened the kiss.

The whistle of the guard directing traffic pulled them away from each other. “How about we get out of here, yeah?” Frankie smirked.

Frankie kept his hand on her thigh while she drove them to the grocery store. He needed the physical reminder to ground him; he was finally here with her. Walking around the grocery store, Frankie navigated the cart through the aisles, stealthily checking Jo out as she walked in front of him. All of this felt so natural like it was just another Friday night for the two of them.

Despite it all, there was still a little part of Frankie that wasn’t fully present. A little nagging voice wouldn’t shut up. He wanted to tell Jo about what this day meant – the culmination of a yearlong journey to getting back to himself. He owed it to her, he wanted, no he needed her to know everything. But knowing everything may spell the end. What if she thought he was a loser or a fuck up? He tried to push the thoughts away, tried to smile through it as she picked out a bottle of wine, asking if he preferred a cabernet or a malbec. He pointed to a bottle, not caring which one, too preoccupied with his thoughts. He knew the conversation he wanted to have needed time and doing it in a Publix or even in the car on the drive home wasn't the right place.

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When they finally arrived at her apartment building, Frankie carried the groceries and his duffle upstairs, refusing to have her take anything else other than the wine. Walking in, he took a quick scan of her place. She had a few picture frames on the wall, a record player in the corner, and a basket overflowing with blankets of varying colors and textures. The kitchen was a nice size with a large island and a lot of counter space. This place was very much her. It felt cozy and like…home.

Jo flitted about, lighting a candle and helping Frankie settle in as she unpacked the groceries and started making dinner. Somewhere between chopping up the vegetables for their salad and tossing the pasta in the boiling water, she stopped to look over at him, noticing how cute he looked as he concentrated on trying not to burn the sauce. She smiled seeing that little line forming between his brows, the one that popped up when he was really focusing on something.

The conversation flowed as they made dinner and then ate. Jo talked about how work was going for her, while Frankie filled her in on this girl Benny was head over heels for, despite being too shy to actually make a move. She laughed as he shared the latest news from around Will and Benny’s neighborhood, wishing she could put a face to some of these names – especially the guy who basically stopped the whole barbecue when Frankie mentioned he was going to cut his hair, a trim he reassured her. The visual of it all made her crack up, tears streaming down her face. Frankie was so good at making her laugh. Like, really laugh. You know when you're gasping for breath and your stomach starts to hurt.

With the dishes put away, they poured the last of the wine into their glasses and settled on the couch to attempt to watch a movie. Jo nestled into Frankie's arms under a fluffy blanket, curling into him and feeling the warmth coming from his body. When an especially loud crack of thunder startled her, he pulled her in even closer.

As the rain pelted the window, Frankie chuckled to himself at the irony – the weather mirrored his mood. There was a storm brewing inside him as he grappled with when to share the deepest and darkest parts of his past with her. This final bit felt like a make-or-break. Putting it all out there was going to make him feel raw, exposed…vulnerable. But, he couldn’t go through the weekend without addressing it. It would feel like he was putting on a facade and he was done doing that. He was so consumed in his thoughts that he didn't hear Jo ask him a question until he glaced over and saw her eyes searching his face.

“Is everything ok?” She looked concerned as she toyed with the frayed ends of the blanket.

Frankie chastised himself for being so wrapped up in himself that he didn't realize how he was affecting her. She was probably stressed and nervous about their reunion too and all he wanted to do was reassure her.

“Yeah I…I want to tell you something, but I'm not sure how you'll take it,” he winced.

She turned, sitting cross-legged on the couch facing him. “You can tell me anything.”

He took a deep breath, bending his knee to turn his body square to face her. He reached for her hand, rubbing circles on the back of her palm with his thumb. “Today is kind of a big day for me…it's an…anniversary of sorts.”

His big brown eyes searched hers, expecting confusion but instead met with curiosity. She leaned her elbow onto the back of the couch and scooted a little closer to him, giving him time to share when he felt comfortable.

He proceeded to tell her everything, well almost everything. She already knew about his mother and the way his father descended into a numb shell of himself in the aftermath. She already knew he'd served for 20 years, moving up to join the elite Delta Force ranks with his friends. She already knew that he had to endure some pretty horrific things which caused him immense guilt and anxiety. She already knew that he wasn't there when his father died. And, she already knew his ex cheated and made Frankie believe the baby she was carrying was his.

What she learned was how over the years, Frankie tried increasingly dangerous and self-destructive ways to calm down his mind and forget everything. She learned about how dark his thoughts got and how poorly he thought of himself.

He shared some ways he tried to cope with his return to civilian life; he tried to borrow techniques from his friends, but it never worked.

For Santiago, it was sex. The thrill of finding someone new and losing himself in them was the closest thing he felt to a high. It made him feel wanted, desired, and powerful. But to Frankie, waking up to a different person every morning didn't quell the voices; it only made him feel empty and used.

For Benny, it was fighting. He channeled his frustrations and rage onto his opponents but also relished the feeling of taking the punishment himself. Each blow was a physical reminder, a penance of sorts, for all of the people who died because of his rifle. But to Frankie, getting the shit beat out of him didn't quell the voices.

When it came to Will, he was much like Frankie. He internalized everything, analyzing every last detail and keeping meticulous mental notes which meant his mind never stopped. Running through numbers calmed him down. There was an order to it. But Frankie didn't want to spend any more time alone with his thoughts than he needed to.

So, eventually, he started down a path to numb it all. His drinking increased, but when that didn't solve things he tried different drugs. It wasn’t until he took his first bump, that he finally found what he'd been searching for. Peace. Quiet. Escape.

At first, he thought he could control it. And he did for a while. But eventually, that need to feel nothing consumed him and pushed everything and everyone who ever mattered to him away. He got sloppy and failed a drug test, which resulted in his license getting suspended.

He skimmed over the details of the trip to Colombia, just telling her that the mission went south and they ended up losing Tom. In the aftermath of it all, he spiraled even more before he finally looked at himself in the mirror one day. He wanted more out of his life. He wanted to feel joy again. So, he decided to flush his stash down the toilet and finally go to that meeting he had been putting off for months.

“And that was 365 days ago,” he exhaled, looking down at his hands. Throughout the entire time he recounted his story, Jo’s hand never left his. Occasionally she would give him a reassuring squeeze when she sensed he was having some difficulty.

They sat in silence for a while, Frankie too nervous to look at her for fear he'd see disappointment etched across her beautiful face. That would break him and he wasn't ready for that. He felt her squeeze his hand again and move closer, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. This quiet show of acceptance and compassion made tears well up in his eyes. When she started stroking the back of his head, he finally broke down.

He cried for all of the pain he put everyone through over the years. He cried for all of the time lost, time he could have spent being there for his friends or family. He cried for still feeling unworthy of all of the compassion and love he had received. First, with Lucille, and now with Jo. She squeezed him tight, murmuring quiet praise and thanking him for being so open and willing to share. It felt like a weight had been extracted from his shoulders.

Once the tears stopped, he pulled back, wiping the tears from his eyes and noticing Jo’s red-rimmed eyes looking back at him. “I'm sorry, I…I just wanted you to know me…everything. I understand if you want me to lea-”

“Frankie stop,” she cut him off, cupping his face between her hands. “Thank you for sharing that with me…for feeling comfortable to do that. It means a lot. I…I don't know what the right things are to say, but I'm proud of you. You're a good man Frankie and…I'm glad you're here.”

He pulled her in for a kiss, one that showed how much he missed her and how grateful he was for her. She threw her leg over his lap, straddling him as their kiss grew more frenzied and passionate. Soon it was a dizzying mix of mouths chasing each other, hands roaming, and soft moans and whimpers.

“Take me to bed Frankie,” she whispered against his lips, giggling as he lightly swatted her ass to get up.

As she led him down the hallway to her bedroom, Frankie couldn't help the grin on his face. He couldn't believe the situation he found himself in, one where compassion and acceptance won.

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When Frankie’s eyes fluttered open, he was greeted to a dark room; it was overcast outside, raindrops still on the windows from an early morning storm. It took him a second to register where he was. Last night felt like a blur. Sharing his past, the good, bad, and the ugly, followed by one of the most passionate nights he'd ever experienced in his life. It all felt like a dream, like an alternate reality, almost too good to be true. But his arm around Jo's waist and the soft sounds of her breathing grounded him into this moment.

She stirred, stretching a bit before turning around to face him. “Hi,” she smiled, tucking one of his curls behind his ear.

“Hi, preciosa,” he smiled back, kissing the tip of her nose.

They basked in their little cocoon, sharing giggles and cuddles and stealing kisses. It didn't take long before Frankie's mouth traveled down her body, finding its home between her legs like it did last night. He wanted to show her his gratitude for listening with an open heart, being receptive, and not judging him.

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Frankie got out of the shower, quickly toweled off, threw on a pair of gym shorts, and padded down the hallway to the kitchen to find Jo preparing coffee.

She turned and gave him an appreciative up and down. Training Benny for his fight had yielded very positive results – his chest and shoulders seemed broader somehow and his stomach was the perfect mix of toned but still soft.

“Looking good, Morales,” she winked, handing him a cup.

Frankie blushed. Walking around with his shirt off felt a bit foreign to him, but seeing how much she was turned on by it made his chest puff out a bit.

“Do we need to change plans for today?” He raised an eyebrow as he brought the cup to his lips.

“Why? Wanna stay in,” she wrapped her arms around his waist as he leaned against the counter.

“Well, yes. I could think of a few…indoor activities,” he bent down to kiss her. “But no, I was talking about the weather. It looks like it may rain today.”

“Nah, it will be fine. C'mon get dressed, we have a full day of playing tourist.”

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Their hike unfortunately was over before it got started. As they started down the path, the sky opened up, causing them to race back to her car where they sat soaked to the bone but all smiles. Since the rain was so heavy, Jo decided to stay parked for a bit until the worst of it passed. Plus, it gave them a prime opportunity to have a little make-out session. Frankie kept joking that he felt like he was back in high school going to the lookout to make out with a pretty girl.

Eventually, they managed to pull away from each other long enough to make it to lunch, having to dodge some sprinkles as they went into the restaurant. But, the rain grew into a full-on downpour as they finished lunch, causing them to rethink their plans for the rest of the day.

“There's a bunch of indoor things we could do. The aquarium, we could go to the movies, I dunno walk around the mall,” Jo laughed as Frankie shook his head.

“I think this is a sign,” his mouth twitched.

“Oh, you into signs now?” She raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.

He shrugged, “I'm just saying. It's an ugly day outside. I think the universe is telling us to stay in.” He leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, “Besides, just because we're staying inside doesn't mean you still won't get wet.”

She swatted his arm, giggling at his insinuation, but also trying her best to not melt into a puddle.

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Frankie’s fingertips traced up and down her bare back as she lay on his chest, in a complete state of bliss. He was trying to not think about the fact that tomorrow morning he'd be heading back to Tampa.

“I feel bad,” Jo finally said, lifting herself on an elbow to look at Frankie who furrowed his brow. “You came all of this way and the weather has been shit. We couldn't go do anything fun.”

“Baby, I'm having a lot of fun just staying here with you. All of the plans you had in mind were great and all, but honestly, this is all I wanted from this weekend,” he smiled, kissing her forehead.

“Oh I see, you just came all this way for some sex huh?” She teased.

“Last I checked, you were the one who couldn't keep your hands to yourself, mi cielo” he flipped her around so she was on her back, giggling as he crawled on top of her.

“What can I say, I'm really liking this trainer era you're in.” Her hands gripped his curls as he started to kiss up her neck. “Ooo speaking of,” he pulled back to look at her. “I was thinking … I have some miles I need to use before they expire. What if I came down for Benny's fight? You can say no it's totally ok, if you need to concentrate on him or if it's too early to meet your friends and -”

“Hey, hey, shhh,” he stroked her cheek with his thumb. “You can come visit literally whenever you want. Everyone wants to meet you and I want you to meet them.”

“Oh yeah? Even Lulu?” She smirked. Benny and Will's elderly neighbor Lucille, or Lulu as Frankie called her, had quite a soft spot for Frankie.

“Especially Lulu. She wants to see who keeps making me smile when I look at my phone. Besides, I think the one you really have to impress is David,” he winked.

Jo wrapped her legs around Frankie's waist, pulling him flush against her body. “Then it's decided, I'll be there for fight night and I’ll stay the weekend.”

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The rain did not let up that evening and parts of the metro area were experiencing localized flooding. Warm and cozy on the couch, neither of them wanted to move, so they decided to stay in for the night, playing games, cuddling, and just talking before making their way to the bedroom.

As Jo laid on her side, Frankie enveloping her in warmth, her mind started to battle competing emotions. She was replaying her favorite parts of the weekend, sad that it was already coming to an end. It wasn't what she had originally planned, but it ended up being perfect. Being with Frankie made her want to slow down, really enjoy things, and be in the moment.

The past couple of weeks were intense. Up until this point in her life, she’d been on her own, relishing her independence. But seeing Frankie’s name pop up on her phone gave her instant butterflies; she felt like a school girl. Her whole mood depended on when she’d hear from him and what they’d talk about. She was hyperaware of not wanting to come across as clingy or needy, but when they would go long stretches without talking her stomach would be in knots. She immediately feared the worst – that he’d gotten annoyed by her or worse, met someone else, someone who could be there for him physically. Having all of this be long-distance brought forth anxiety as she wondered how they would make this work.

What even was this? Is he her boyfriend? Are they just “talking” or whatever people say these days? Where was this going? Would it just be stolen weekends here and there? Banking up enough PTO to sneak in a few extra days or maybe take a week off to escape somewhere together. How long would that be enough for him? For her?

A little voice reminded her of how busy these next few months would be at work. Between conferences and events, she already felt exhausted by it all. How would Frankie fit into all of that? Would he get tired of her being so busy during the day that she’d just crash at night? Would he grow resentful? He had his own life too, it's not fair to assume he'd always come up here to visit her. How long would they go between visits? She was falling so hard and fast for Frankie that she feared it would crash and burn as quickly as it started. And if it did, she wouldn't be able to come back from it.

Meanwhile, Frankie lay on his side, arm wrapped around her waist, and deep in his thoughts too. He had never felt this close to another person so quickly. It's like she just…fit. Giving his heart over to someone else like this was terrifying but also thrilling. This was all so fast and so intense, but it felt…right. And for once, his mind felt quiet.

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Jo stirred, and the crack of thunder woke her up. She reached over and felt a cold spot next to her on the bed where Frankie should have been sleeping. Sounds coming from the kitchen made her reach for his flannel. She paused for a moment before putting it on, taking a deep breath, and inhaling the scent of him that lingered in the fabric. She buttoned a couple of buttons as she tiptoed down the hallway to see what he was doing.

What greeted her was quite a vision. Frankie's back was to her, giving her ample time to check him out. His hair was sticking up in all directions, partly from sleep and partly from the fact that she couldn't keep her hands to herself last night. The muscles in his back flexed as he flipped the skillet, one of her kitchen towels slung over his shoulder. Her eyes took note of every freckle and every scar as trailed down his body to his waist, finally landing on his cute little butt in his boxers.

Sensing a shift in the room he tensed up and slowly turned around and let out a breath when he realized it was Jo.

“Oh shit, sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you,” she winced.

“No, no it's ok, good morning mi cielo,” he closed the distance between them and wrapped her in a kiss, the taste of coffee on his tongue. “I wanted to make you some breakfast before we had to leave.”

“Chef Morales, I could get used to this,” she peered around him to see an omelet cooking and some toast laid on a plate.

He pulled her close, taking an appreciative look down the opening of his shirt, “Well, I could say the same thing.”

“You like seeing me in your shirt?” She wiggled her hips.

“Looks a hell of a lot better on you than me…you should keep it.”

“Keep it?” She narrowed her eyes.

“Yeah,” he gave her a lopsided grin as he turned around to flip the omelet. “I have some more at home anyway.”

“Hmm…leaving clothes at my place…seems like this is getting kind of serious don’t you think?” She tried to sound casual and flirty, but inside she was freaking out, hoping it wasn’t too presumptuous.

Frankie stopped, swallowing hard and trying to steady his breath. “Would that be a bad thing?” He turned the stove off and faced her, seeing her fiddling with one of the sleeves.

“I don’t think so…I’d…I’d like that.” Her eyes lifted, finding his as she held her breath.

He knitted his brows, closing the distance between them and rubbing his hands up and down her arms. “I’d like that too.”

They smiled, relief washing over them before leaning forward and crashing into a kiss. He was thankful for the ample counter space in her kitchen, which provided the perfect place to enjoy his favorite meal.

She giggled as he helped her get up, unbuttoning the few buttons she had hastily fastened. “Babe, we’re going to be late,” she murmured against his lips, gasping a bit as his fingers teased her folds.

“Shh, we'll be ok…I got you,” he winked.

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The drive to the airport was quiet as they were deep in their thoughts. Frankie’s hand never left Jo’s thigh as he tried to take mental notes of how she felt, how she sounded, and how she smelled. He was thankful they already had their next time planned, that there was a date he could immediately circle on his calendar when he got home. It was a struggle to not think beyond that, to think of the what ifs or when he'd see her after that. For now, for once, he didn't want to think about logistics or plans, he just wanted to be in the moment.

As she pulled up to the curb, she took a deep breath in through her nose, resolved to not break down in front of him. The rain was picking up again like the sky was crying because they were parting from each other.

Sensing her nerves, Frankie squeezed her hand, “Don’t get out and get all wet. We’ll just say…I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she smiled, quickly wiping a tear that rolled down her cheek. “We aren't saying goodbye ok? You're going to land and then head to the gym and see Benny and get him all ready for his fight. And we’ll FaceTime tonight, it's your turn to choose a movie.”

Frankie chuckled, comforted that this was as hard for her as it was for him. “Ok, mi cielo,” he kissed her. “I'll miss you.”

“I'll miss you more. I'll see you in 11 days,” she smiled into his kiss.

“The countdown is on,” he winked.

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A/N: The inspiration for the title of this comes from an aviation term which means “forced to stay grounded due to bad weather.” I thought it was fitting given how their plans kept getting thwarted by the weather. I'm entering this is in @undercoverpena’s April Showers Challenge! I always planned for this little one-shot and the timing was perfect.

Hope you enjoy!

#undercoveraprilshowerschallenge #frankie friday #frankie morales #frankie morales x ofc #turbulence #delta landscaping

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