Extraordinaire.

17. Markets.

Their next stop was Sweden.
They arrived a few days early, Mick couldn't help but smile as he held his daughters hand as she went around looking everywhere, "Put a jumper on, you're making me cold just looking at you," Tommy complained, she shook her head while Mick chuckled softly, "Can't even say it's not normal anymore, I know my daughters mad," Mick smirked and chuckled as she gently hit his arm, "Hey at least I wasn't nicknamed Cousin It," she said, "You're getting there," he smirked, she huffed making him chuckle, putting his arm around her shoulder as they looked at the pop up markets.

"Woah, look at that!" She said in awe as there were giant ice statues, "Mad talent," Nikki nodded and Mick couldn't help but chuckle as she slipped on a piece of ice but managed to grab hold of Nikki's arm, "Help," she giggled as she was sliding around, he pulled her onto the concrete for safety, "Thanks," she said and skipped alongside them.

"Honey you could have a go at that, you're really good at art," Mick said, "No I'm not, it's always a blob," she said, beating herself up as usual.

"Non-sense! You make art pieces," he said and gently slapped her arm for talking down about herself.

"It's true though," she hummed making him sigh, "You're amazing at art," he said once again.

They went into a store, the other three were looking around while Mick was holding his daughters hand, looking at everything before the art stuff got Mixelle's attention, "Daddy," she said, "Yeah, my Mixelle?" He asked, walking over, "Daddy that's getting old," she sighed, "Like me," he said, "Getting?" She smirked, giggling as he gently slapped her over the head.

She hugged him and kissed his cheek making him chuckle, "Daddy look at this," she said, holding a kit, it was for clay.

"Interesting," he said, turning it over and looking at what was included, plus the stuff you needed to buy which he looked around for and picked up.

"You want it?" He asked, "Yes please?" She begged, "Alright then," he said and bought it, getting a tote bag which said an endearment on it which roughly translates in English to: "I love you, totes."

They all walked around for a bit more, before a bus picked them up, taking them into the city and to the area they'd be staying, it never ever stopped fascinating them how beautiful these places really are.

"We've got the biggest one," Mick smirked to his daughter who giggled, knowing it was only that way because it was two of them.

He opened the door and they walked in, it was gorgeous and looked very warm inside, there's even a fireplace where you twist a knob and it turns on just like that.

As they put their stuff into their seperate rooms, they headed to the lounge, relaxing to watch a spot of tv before they would relax and be at peace while watching a horror flick.

"Dad, you know... I think that's your cousin right there," she said, they were watching the black and white Addams Family, Mick scoffed and slapped her arm making her laugh.