Yellow (Frankiana Version)

Twenty-seven

"Yes, mom," Diana rolled her eyes, looking over at the girl in the passenger seat. "We just left the airport. We'll be there soon."

"You'll see, mom, I told you," Diana bit her lip and glanced over at Franki. The smaller girl in the passenger seat smiled softly. "Alright mom, I've got to drive. I'll see you soon."

Diana laughed softly once she hung up, setting her phone in the cup holder and lacing Franki's fingers with hers with her free hand.

"You look nervous," Franki tilted her head to the side slightly, letting her loose curls fall over her shoulder. "Are you nervous?"

Diana shrugged and turned her attention back to the road, following the familiar route to her childhood home. "A little, yeah. I have no reason to be, though."

"It will be fun, right?" Franki traced her fingers around Diana's wrist absentmindedly.

"Of course," Diana smiled. "You get to meet my crazy family." Franki giggled and flipped Diana's hand over, tracing circles in her palm.

Weeks had passed since Franki's acquittal. The seasons had changed, across the ground in QC. In Cabanatuan, however, it was practically the perfect temperature. It was comfortable outside no matter what you were wearing.

After she was released, Franki was required to begin routine therapy appointments. At first, the smaller girl had been hesitant. But with ushering from Diana, and time, the bi-weekly visits began to show progress.

She'd never be back to 100% normal. But as her doctor had said, there was always room for improvement.

One of Diana's main concerns had been her and Franki's relationship. She talked to Franki's therapist right off the bat, firing question after question at the middle aged woman.

What she'd walked away with was a never ending list of medical terms, which basically explained to Diana that yes, Franki was capable of love. And a relationship was fine as long as things were taken at a slow pace, and Franki was well aware of where things were going.

Franki was aware. Definitely aware. When Diana had discussed the future with her, she was met with a babbling Franki, going on and on about what they would name their children, and what color they would paint their house. (Yellow, obviously.)

The thought of spending the rest of her life with Franki gave Diana butterflies every time she thought about it. But she could wait. The more people she met on a daily basis, the more she realized how much she needed Franki.

And now, here they were. Weeks later, holding hands in the car on the way to Diana's childhood home. Diana's mother had invited Diana and her 'mystery girlfriend' to spend Christmas with them.

So yes, Diana was nervous. Extremely nervous. She had no idea how her parents would react when they found out who the mystery girl actually was. Because as far as they knew, Diana still hated Franki with every bone in her body.

"Here we are," Diana smiled nervously. She squeezed Franki's hand and nodded towards the house on the corner of the street. A group of small children were gathered on the front lawn, kicking around an inflatable beach ball.

"I like it," Franki smiled widely, sitting up straighter to get a better view of the house. Diana parked the car on the side of the road and took a deep breath, turning to Franki.

"Y'ready?" she asked, biting her lip. Franki nodded.

"Are you?" she rebutted, catching onto the fact that Diana was more nervous that she had admitted to being.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Diana crinkled her nose and kissed Franki's hand. "C'mon." She unlocked the car and slid out of her seat.

"Diana!" A small blonde child squealed, breaking away from the group and running towards the older girl.