Priscilla poked her head into the room and sighed in mild exasperation when she saw that the little girl was still curled up by the bedside lamp, poring through a colourful edition of Mother Goose.
“Arabelle, I thought I tucked you in for bed just now, why are you up again?”
Arabelle turned her wide, beseeching eyes to her mother. “But Mama, Papa hasn’t told me a bedtime story yet!” And there were those adorable cerulean eyes that could melt even the coldest of hearts, a trick that never failed on her parents.
Priscilla sighed again, more out of resignation than annoyance this time. “Okay, but once the story’s over, you go right back to sleep, alright? It’s way past your bedtime now.”
The little girl nodded earnestly and perched herself expectantly on the head of her bed as Priscilla walked back out of the room to call in her husband.
“Francis? Come over to Arabelle’s bedroom for a moment.”
It didn’t take very long for Francis to turn up at the doorway (this was his little princess, of course). He patted Arabelle’s head affectionately. “What does my little princess want?”
“Arabelle wants you to tell her a bedtime story before she goes to sleep.”
Francis chuckled, rubbing the back of his head ruefully. “I’m no good with bedtime stories, couldn’t you tell her one instead?”
Priscilla gave her husband a pointed look. “You’re the self-proclaimed romantic at heart here, not me.”
Francis crossed his arms defensively and pouted. “Just because I’m a romantic at heart doesn’t mean that I-”
Arabelle took the opportunity to interrupt the squabbling adults by reaching out and tugging on her father’s sleeve pleadingly. “Please, Papa?”
Again those appealing blue orbs came into play, a powerful weapon in the hands of an experienced user. Priscilla reinforced it by adding an I-told-you-so look at her husband too. Faced with a double-whammy, Francis stood no chance.
“...Alright.”
“Yay!” Arabelle clapped her hands together as her mother lifted her into her lap, while her father sat on the edge of the bed and tried his best to recall a bedtime story.
After a few moments of pondering, Francis finally began his storytelling. “Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a- Priscilla, stop laughing at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you.” Priscilla retorted, struggling to keep a straight face.
“Yes you are.”
“No I’m not.” Oh yes, that was definitely a snicker he heard.
“You so are.”
“I am no-”
“Could you please continue, Papa?” Arabelle fidgeted impatiently in her mother’s lap.
Francis threw his wife a this-isn’t-over-yet look over their daughter’s head. “Fine.”
Arabelle shook her young head in mock despair, “Parents.”
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Ehehe, I think your daughter is the most mature one out of you three... xD
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«Oldest ‹Older 201 – 207 of 207Francis: Oh! Alright, I will! But put the movie on pause please. *kisses you back and rushes off to the kitchen*
(( Yeses. C: ))
>: I see Francis has got you covered, buying you so much protection.
*considers pressing play with a silent evil laugh but then changes my mind because that's... sortof mean. fun. but mean.*
(( Nonoes. ))
Actually, I have no idea where this all came from, I just found it lying about. :3 You better use gloves to touch them.
Francis: *calls from the kitchen* What flavour would you like? Curry-butter-chicken? O:
(( Yesesh. ))
>: Eeee. I bet you've already used it. U____U
How about just butter?
(( Nose. :3 *paints your nose red* ))
Nope, I've never done it.
Francis: ^^ Of course, if that is what you want. *gets out popcorn and butter*
(( Ears. *wipes paint off my nose and smears it on your ears instead* ))
.___O With Francis as your husband? Tch, yeah right.
D: And some salt, sorry! Or make it salted butter!
(( >: *paints your nose red again* ))
Not in this AU where I'm an underaged 16-yo barely going on 17. <.<;;;
Francis: As you wish~ *gets out salt too*
(( *wipes paint off my nose and smears it on your ears again* C: ))
Nope, in this AU, you're married to him. U___U
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