Millionaires (A The Script FanFic)

Chapter 23- The flight of a songbird

Chapter 23- The flight of a songbird

*Rina’s POV*

“Finn the curtains are not a climbing frame!” I yell at my son as he tries to scale his bedroom curtains as if he were Tarzan…not that Tarzan climbed curtains…at least not in the versions I have read and watched anyway. I sigh, as I get to the bottom of the stairs and see Callum is sat on the living room floor watching repeats of Doctor Who, Lyla has fallen asleep on the sofa and by the crash from upstairs, Finn…and the curtains, are now on the floor.

“Are you alright honey?” I call. He soon appears at the top of the stairs, a huge smile on his face.

“That was cool!” He says and I smile.

“Bed now sweetie.” I say.

“Noooooo!” He cries, running off somewhere like a herd of elephants. I sigh; it really is like trying to…I don’t know…I can’t even think of a good enough metaphor. I sweep Lyla up off the sofa and turn off the TV as the credits roll and Callum begins humming along to the music.

“Bed time.” I say and he sighs. “Now.” I tell him a little sterner and he complies with some moaning. I don’t know why they are moaning, I would do anything to go to bed now…god I’m getting old!

I open my eyes at the sound of the front door closing and see the clock; 22:05.

“Mark?” I call to the quiet house and soon he appears in the doorway. “What’s wrong?” I ask as I see his face, he shrugs but his frown reminds. I hold out my hand to him and he takes it, sitting down next to me on the sofa. “Come on ginger, tell old Rina.” I say and he smiles a little before sighing.

“Oh it’s nothing, just some crap with Dan…and…we are going to London.” He says leaving me puzzled, going to London is good…isn’t it?

“That’s good…or not?” I ask and he sighs.

“It’s for a whole month, we leave tomorrow.” He sighs, “Our anniversary, it’s next week.” He says and I can’t work out whether to smile or not.

“Mr Sheehan you can be so cute sometimes you know.” I say kissing him on the cheek. “It’s a good opportunity, you need to take it. There is always next year.” I say but I can see he is not satisfied. Suddenly, I have an idea. “Wait here.” I say, getting up from the sofa.

“Where are you going?” He asks and I smile, tapping my nose secretively,

“Wait and see.”

*Mark’s POV*

Rina comes back into the sitting room 20 minutes later, by this time I have turned on the TV. She grabs the remove and turns it off, not that I mind, I wasn’t really watching anyway.

“Mr Sheehan.” She says, getting my attention. She holds out her hand to me and I take it, “Follow me.” She says as she leads me into the kitchen and as she does a huge smile appears on my lips. The table is laid out for two, the room lit by candle light.

“Rina…” I say, but I don’t know what else to say. Suddenly there is a ‘ping!’ from the microwave and Rina smiles,

“Dinner is served!” She says, going to the microwave and pulling out two bowls. She signals me to take my seat and I do as she sets the bowls down. “Voila!” She says and I smile as I see the spaghetti letters. “Bon appetite!” She says, talking her seat. I smile at my beautiful wife, she really is perfect.

As it’s late, we are not overly hungry, so end up playing hangman…with the spaghetti letters. I smile as I realise Rina has written ‘Gingerbread Beard’ and then suddenly, the romantic music that has been playing changes…and Rina is up on her feet.