Forever and Always is Complicated (UsUk Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty-Eight(ALOHA FINALE!🌺)

Alfred's POV

"She's with the sitter?"
"I would hope so."
"We've prepared ourselves enough right?"
"Do you want me to prepare you more?" I smirked, pushing my sunglasses onto the top of my head. He scoffed in disgust, but his blush on his face made me think he was faking.
"Shut it, just drive." He mumbled, looking away. I couldn't help but quietly laugh, being appeased by the others reaction.

I continued driving to the address Francis had given me, all the way up to a large business building with the magazine company in bright letters on it. I hummed, "This has gotta be it."
"Looks sketchy."
"You know what looks sketchy? Paper, now let's go inside." I chuckled, getting out of the car. He soon followed, walking behind me. "I'm supposed to make the sarcastic comments.." He said with a small sigh.

We opened the building's door, being greeted by someone stuck on their computer.
Welcome to the twenty-first century.

"Hello, I'm Alfred Jones, and this is-"
"We know who you are, take the elevator to the fifth floor and then go two halls down then take a left and then a right and you'll find your destination."

Arthur and I blankly stared at each other. "Uh..okay thank you..?" We said in unison. We began walking away, when I heard Arthur mutter: "Can you repeat that in English?" And I kid you not, I was going to cry from laughing so hard.

Arthur's POV

"Ah, hello boys!" A younger woman greeted us, I twitched. I'm an adult thank you.
"Hello," Alfred chirped, sticking out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Alfred, this is my husband, Arthur."

"Yes, hello Arthur, Alfred. I'm Emily."
"Ah yes, Frog told me about you." I mumbled, crossing my arms.
"Arthur, behave." I could hear Alfred whisper in a stern tone. I of course pretended to be oblivious to his comment. Emily just smiled. She looked very youthful when she smiled, perhaps like a teen. But nevertheless a very mature one.

"My I ask who Frog is?"
"Oh, Francis, he is my boss." Alfred cut in, showing off a smile of his own. He was such a bright boy.
"Ah, yes. Francis did completely set this up, along with some help from you Alfred."

I glare at my husband, earning a sheepish grin from him. I roll my eyes, sitting down on a sofa, Alfred joining me soon after.

Emily or whatever her face sat in a chair in front of us, pen and papers in hand. "Alright, allow me to begin, yes?"
"Sure!" Alfred said before I could even progress what she'd said.
"Okay, question one. For you Arthur."

I kind of paused, a small smile appearing on my face. It was kind of nice, I felt acknowledged. Like it wasn't just about Alfred or what have you.
"So, being a famous model's husband, what is that like? Is he ever gone on long trips?"
Or on second thought ask me about the bloody wanker.
Great.

"Oh yes, he is. I mean, he tries to stay home as much as possible for our daughter. However, who's gonna pay the bills right?" I asked with a small chuckle.
"I'm kinda forced into the overnight trips," Alfred responded with a sheepish smile.

Ninny or whatever just nodded with a small smile. "You men are very private about your relationship on social media and all other outlets. Paparazzi must feel lucky when they can get a picture or some of you guys being adorable together right?"

"We're always adorable together, they don't need to look very hard." Alfred replied with the same cocky attitude I married. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Whatever. But honestly, we disclose a lot out of fear."
"Fear?" She asks, looking quite intrigued.
"Oh my goodness yes. You know how people on the Internet can be. With a homosexual couple, you either get hate for it or approval. Mostly hate though. We just try to avoid it all in general."