This is a really cute one, I hope you enjoy :)
Usually in the sugg household on a saturday morning, (and today was no different), it was full steam ahead. Dianne, would always without a doubt, be slaving away in the kitchen trying to prepare breakfast as her littles ran around at her feet, asking that oh so annoying question 'is it nearly ready yet?', every two seconds until the moment it was placed on the table. Joe, usually, had a lay in on a Saturday morning. Infact, dianne made sure of it. He worked long hours during the week and although he didn't work away, he wasn't around for the majority of the week. She always made sure that he took it easy on the weekends. She did work too, but she only had a little part time job that she did for a couple of days a week, in the mornings after the school run. She knew joe worked hard and so let him have an extra hour or so, whilst she got the kids up and ready.
Now...I bet you're wondering why this life I've described to you now, sounds nothing like that of what you know, and that's because in this story, we're living in a world where dianne buswell isn't a world known dancer, and joe sugg isn't a social media sensation. Instead, the two of them, lived a pretty normal, and definitely a much quieter life. They met when a very young dianne was travelling with a group of friends. The UK was the last stop on they're list of places to go, and they were travelling around England visiting all the cute 'Pinterest' worthy towns. They ended up at a pub in Bath, and that's where dianne buswell layed her eyes on joe sugg for the very first time. It was a night fueled by alcohol, questionable dirty dancing, and eventually a drunken kiss shared outside in the smoking shelter. They exchanged numbers, and although dianne went back to Australia just a couple of weeks later, a year on from meeting him, she found herself back in the UK and in his arms again. Within 4 years, they were married and with their first baby on the way, they brought a tiny little cottage for their growing family in the village of Lacock, which was where he had grown up. He...of course...was a roof thatcher, he always had been- and dianne worked 3 days a week in a hair salon.
Their life, since then, had been nothing short of dreamy. They both had jobs they loved, a home that felt so warm and cosy and three little bundles of joy, running around in the midst of it.
"Mamma, I'm hungry"
Soon enough, dianne heard a whine and felt a pull on her sleeve. She was trying to get the porridge ready, a big pot of it, cooking away on the stove.
"Breakfast won't be long bubby! I just need to make sure it's cooked for your little tummy"
She ruffled the hair of her eldest, happy that she had inherited her daddy's childhood dirty blonde hair. She had always had abit of a weird obsession with her husbands baby photos, so was very happy when all three of their children came out the spitting image of him, all with big blue eyes.
"But mummy, I'm hungry now!"
The little girl folded her arms, and looked up at dianne with her puppy dog eyes. She definitely was the spit of her daddy, but had the buswell sass, without a doubt.
"I know sweetheart. It won't be long, I promise. Maybe, you could go and get daddy up!"
Dianne suggested. She knew her eldest was for sure, a daddy's girl, just how like she was.
"Ugh! But daddy is a grumpy bum in the mornings"
She complained, forcing dianne to hold back a giggle. Deep down, she knew she had to discipline her daughter for her unneeded sass. She was trying her best to raise all her children to be polite and kind, but her girls especially, at times, found that abit challenging. Dianne didn't blame them. They were kids, of course, and they were living a very different childhood to that of the one she had got. She had the freedom of being able to go down to the beach whenever she wanted and meet up with her friends as and when she felt like she wanted to, but her children were growing up in a tiny village, in the middle of nowhere, with hardly anybody about.
