𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

The Residential Trip

AN: I'm not sure if any of you remember that a while ago I wrote an imagine about Y/N being a pre-school teacher and her class being obsessed with Leon?

Anyway, this isn't exactly a part two, but it follows the same kind of dynamic. This time Leon's a volunteer during a residential trip with Y/N, a few other teachers and the kids.
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I'm rereading the schedule we'll be following over the next few days when the school bus roughly goes over a bump, startled, my eyes lift to the rows of kids in front of me, all happily chatting away without a care in the world despite it still being early in the morning. Meeting my eyes from the front of the bus is my husband, Leon. He lifts a hand, giving me a small wave as a little boy tugs his sleeve, clearly annoyed that Leon's attention is no longer on him. Since visiting my class a couple of years ago, Leon's become a regular volunteer and helper with my job as a teacher, it's been amazing, and though we still haven't got kids of our own, he's become like a part time father to the children I teach and raise. I smile back in return, then avert my eyes to our surroundings. The bus turns through the gates of Mayfield Manor, which is where we'll be spending the next few days relaxing and giving the kids some fun, outdoorsy activities to try. My breath catches once the looming Manor comes into view, it's old and sprawling, with ivy crawling up the stone walls and turrets peeking amidst the trees. The happy chatter in the bus lowers to an awed silence as everyone soaks in our residence. My lips curve as I observe the children's squished faces against the windows, eyes wide as they whisper to one another. 

Once the bus parks up in front of the Manor, the other teachers lead the children out, encouraging them to grab their bags and make sure they've not left anything on the bus, whilst I count heads and make sure we're all here. The second my feet hit the gravel, I hear a group of young girls bickering over my husband. "Mr Kennedy said he's holding my hand during the nature walk!" 

"Well I asked first, Matilde!" 

"What about my hand?" Another chimes in. I look to Leon, who's lips are thinned in panic, his blue eyes meet mine as I lift my brows in amusement, he's maybe too popular with the children. Luckily before he can settle the arguments, another teacher calls for the girls to come grab their bags. I swear I see Leon take a deep breath and let it out again to calm himself from the attention, I know he loves it but it's also stressful for anyone who's not equipped to deal with eager children on a daily basis. I do the counting, relieved that everything's going according to plan, then we all head inside. The Manor is just as luxurious inside as it is out, and already the kids are tossing off their shoes, skidding across the polished floors in their socks. My eyes widen as I barely catch a wild little boy who comes speeding towards me, arms flailing like a falling penguin. 

"Watch out, little mister." I laugh, setting him on his feet and shaking my head, meanwhile Leon's joined in on the fun, being a terrible authority figure, but a wonderful heap of fun. I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose as his chuckles echo along with the children's giggles, I can't hold back a snort as he begins to twirl with the arguing girls from earlier, who've long forgotten their annoyance. 

"Mr Kennedy? I'm scared, Billy said that the bears are going to eat us later." One little boy shyly asks as the teachers and children begin to filter out of the main hall and head towards their assigned rooms. I head towards the duo, taking the little boy's hand to soothe his worries as Leon crouches down, ruffling the kid's hair. 

"Billy's wrong, we're not in bear country, but if we were, I'd keep you safe, so don't worry, okay?" Leon softly says, smiling as the little boy nods then struggles with his overpacked bag. Leon bites back a grin before taking the bag from the boy as if it weighs nothing, then together we head upstairs to the bedrooms to help the children unpack and get settled. It's a blur as we all rush around helping the children and fixing problems that seem to arise every few minutes, from missing toothbrushes to arguments over beds and roommates, however once settled, things finally begin to feel peaceful.