Cherry and Peter vs Hook

chapter 1

Cherry was brushing her hair as she looked out to the midnight blue sky with the stars twinkling like diamonds. She heard shoes click against the marble floor behind her.

"Don't even think about it." she droned as she continued to brush her thick, wavy hair.

"Oh, have a sense of adventure, Cerise." Forte hopped on the table next to her to join her star-gazing.

"I did, when I was a child. Maybe you remember, I had a free spirit with child-like wonder."

"Whatever happened to that?"

"I grew up."

"Now, now," Forte cupped her face in his ancient hands. "I grew up too, but you don't see me a miserable soul."

"I'm not miserable, just tired. It's been ages since you and I had a vacation together."

"If I recall the last vacation we had was our honeymoon to France."

"See what I mean?"

"Why don't we get out? Have a little fun? Just you and me."

"What about Flick?" Cherry asked as she looked out her doorway to see their daughter playing with her doll house. "She's totally helpless without us."

"She gets that from me," Forte admitted, lowly. "We could take her with us, we should just get out and see the world."

Cherry hummed, thinking of where to go. Nothing really came to mind. She turned to her equally dark hearted husband. "Where would we go?"

"How about London? I have an old friend there who's expecting her granddaughter to visit with her family."

"Wouldn't we clash the happy, merry, family reunion?" Cherry cringed as she used cheerful adjectives.

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind, she's used to crowded places with people. She ran an orphanage after her own children grew up and married."

Cherry gave in and accepted. The family set to rest in their own rooms, keeping the deal of awaking at midnight and getting ready to go together. It was Forte's turn tonight to send Felicity to bed and he tucked her in to tell her what was going to happen to all of them.

"Flick, your mother, myself and you are going on a trip in a few hours." he said as he took the buckles out of her hair, drooping the pigtails down to fully down to her shoulders like her mother.

"Where are we going?" Felicity asked, sounding a little startled.

"London, I have family from there."

"I thought we were French, Papa."

"I'm actually English on my maman's side of the family, your maman isn't French either."

"What?"

"Your maman is American, I taught her how to speak French like me when she was younger, then when we married, we had you. You are French, American and English."

"Wow... So why are we going there?"

"To visit an old family friend of mine," Forte nearly formed a joyous smile, much to the surprise of his daughter. "I'm sure you'll find a playmate, she has a married granddaughter with a great-granddaughter and a great-grandson."

Felicity smiled as she lowered herself in bed. She then let out a yawn and made herself comfortable. Forte smiled at her as she was instantly falling asleep. He then gave Cherry's handed down tangerine colored teddy bear. Cherry called him Tangie when she was a lot younger, but Felicity renamed him as Mozart, her favorite composer other than her own father.