Enchanted (Princess Charming #2)

~Chapter Seven~

Isabelle Blake

 

I told Franklin to put his shoes on which he is more than capable to do himself whilst I look out until Nathan showed up. Once he was done he bobbed up and down with excitement and ran to me to look at Emma in my arms.

I crouched down and he kissed his little sister on the cheek as she slept peacefully with no regrets or worries. I smiled at how much Franklin loves Emma, I just hoped in their teens they’d be the same but one can only hope.

Once I heard a distant engine growing louder, Franklin yelled excitedly and ran to the front door jumping up and down to for me to open it. Before I got there, Alison was already yanking the door open since it usually got stuck and squeaked terribly.

“Euch, remind me to order someone to oil the door, or replace it,” She groaned and a smile crept onto my face. Alison hasn’t changed and it warms my heart.

Franklin’s is already shouting outside and then reappears in Nathan’s arms flailing about and asking endless questions.

“Can I take my mini quad bike?” Franklin shrieks.

“No,” I and Nathan say in unison.

“My normal bike?” He asks hopefully.

“No,” we repeat.

“Then can I tak-“

“No,” we say a bit louder and Franklin trembles and starts kicking about in Nathan’s arms. I sigh and walk over to put Emma in her crib so I can attend to Franklin and stop him throwing a tantrum. Nathan promises him ice-cream when he finally tires out and Nathan has to drag him to the car.

Before either can leave, I rush past Alison who is was chiding Franklin about not throwing tantrums. I grab Nathan’s arms and pull him away from his car. I notice bags under his eyes and his hair is messed. He obviously hadn’t slept so I reach out and touch his cheek and force a smile.

“You forgetting something?” call us an old fashioned couple but Nathan would always kiss or hug me if we saw each other after a while. It was nice and reminded just how lucky I was. However, he didn’t do anything to acknowledge my presence.

“What?” he shrugs and I withdraw my hand and take a step back frowning. I forget even trying and ask about Franklin.

“When will you bring him back?” I question and can see Franklin jumping on the backseats of the car.