"You two seem cosied up," A smile erupted on Aimie's face as she walked in to the blonde actress cradling the young girl in her arms, a blanket draped over them.
"Yeah, yeah we are." She smiled, idly running a finger across the red head's scalp. "She crashed after her sugar high you will be accepting the blame for," the nonchalance in her tone suggesting Aimie, despite being responsible for the 5 year old's excess intake of sugar in that moment, should have no real concerns with Nat shifting the blame to her.
"Aww, thats adorable." The pink haired woman laughed, packing away the hair drier. Her head darted as she heard a ping "Nat your phone," she peered over, hoping to gain something, anything; a name she could use to tease her or anything of that nature. But was evidently dishearted, crossed with confused, at the actual pop up. "Oh- Its an email confirmation, you booked a flight?"
"Yeah, I don't know if we're going to actually go, but I've booked it, so the options there." The blonde continued to let her fingers roam through her daughter's hair.
"Booked what Nat?" Aimie asked soothingly, placing herself gently on the end of the sofa so she was facing opposite her best friend. "If you don't mind me asking,"
"I'm taking her back to Germany. For Christmas. She's used to seeing Christmas Markets and celebrating st Nicolas day. They aren't really a thing here and I want to make sure she is an enriched in her culture as she can be, living in England, " A small smile fell back upon the younger woman's face as she thought of the idea, all she wanted was her to be happy and never to grow up resentful of Natalie or her birth parents.
"Giselle Marie Paris, aren't you lucky you have such a thoughtful mother, eh?" She kissed her hair and then stood up "What about our Christmas Party? Will you be here for that?" Again, another gentle question. She knew this was hard for Nat to make the calls as it was for them to hear it.
Her only answer was a shake of her head "Sorry Aims," she whispered "Even if I wasn't going, I think I'd sit it out. I've got Ellie to think of and a party like that is far too overwhelming and loud and late," She avoided all eye contact with the older woman, focusing all her attention on her daughter in her arms.
"Course Nat, don't worry, we all understand." A falsifying smile rode the Pink Queen's lips, "I'll give you two some space," before she took herself away to the other dressing room
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six | my mother tongue
FanfictionYoung Giselle was adopted when she was five. Having dreamed of being a dancer, she is ecstatic upon learning her mother would be West End star: Natalie May Paris. Everything was perfect except for one thing; Giselle didn't speak any english, and Nat...
