Forever And Ever.

9

I held my arms up in the air and smiled. "here we are, Mon Paris" I tried to do the best french accent I could as the sun beamed down on us, we stood on the balcony of our very temporary hotel room. It looked directly at La Tower De Effiel (or The Effiel Tower if you're not fancy), it was terribly romantic.

"I expected it to smell more like onions or garlic if yer ask me" noel says, he was wearing a sky blue hawiian shirt with palm trees on, black raybans (not over his eyes but balanced in his hair), Khaki Green cargo shorts and blue flip-flops. You know the typical touristy dad look.

"Dont be so rude, thats a myth, Noel" I scoff "I aint going out with yer dressed like that".

"What? Theres nothing wrong with this?" He says.

"Put some jeans and trainers on and you can keep the shirt and sunglasses" I reply.

"What? I like these shorts".

"Well I dont, fuck 'em off now".

"Jessica, the child" he says through gritted teeth. I look around at the child in question, Eliza, she was sitting on a chair facing away from (part of one of those outdoor balcony seat and table set things but a nice one, not a cheap shit one from Ikea) and listening to a tape on the walkman I had brought her last year for her fourth birthday.

"We could fuck and she'd be oblivious" I reply, rolling my eyes "anyway thats not the point, Noel, yer gonna have the right piss taken outta yer and you know it so just do the ight thing". He admits defeat and gets his jeans out the suitcase.

The door knocks as he is standing there in his Y-fronts trying to balance to get his leg into the jeans. I go to walk across the room to answer it but before I even move, the door handle moves down almost in slow motion and there is a click, then it swings open. "Morning I just came to che-" Connie starts then stops for a second then blushes "-oh my gosh. I am so sorry, Gallaghers".

"Can I help you?" I ask, hand on hip.

"The question was can I help you, but you all seem to have it covered. I'll go bother Liam or someone" she replies.

I nod but then I have an Idea as she goes to leave. "actually, Constance, you can help".

"Yes, Mrs Gallagher, what is it?" She asks.

"Do you look after small children?".

"Yes, I was a registered childminder in college".

"Good. Elizabeth is all dressed and ready to go, take her with you and keep her entertained will you? Also if it be possible, take her to the high street or something and find her something she likes for tonight" I instruct her.

"Do you have a price range?".

"I dont know, I aint paying" I reply with a smile to my husband, who is now fully dressed, looking much more sexy and Noel-like, not like a tourist or my dad.

Noel sighs "no higher than £300".

"THREE HUNDRED?" I practically scream."the fuck is a four year old gonna get for three hundred?".

"I said 'no more than' not make it your mission to spend three hundred" he says "its just if she wants something expensive, she can because she's practically english royalty at this point".

"How is she?".

"Well I oasis, big band. Me king, you queen. She daughter, that make her princess" he does a caveman voice to mock me.

"Whats liam then?" Connie asks.

"Court jester" noel mumbles in his witty response to the question. I chuckle at this as I walk out onto the balcony to fetch eliza.