July

Oh, how can I tell him? I may be wrong, but… no, I'm sure. But how will I tell Eugene? Rapunzel nervously combed her fingers through her short brown hair, wishing she had more courage. No, maybe I don't need to tell him now. She pushed open the wide oak doors to her bedchamber and walked in, closing the doors behind her. Eugene was standing with his back to her, buttoning up a white shirt and pulling on a black vest. He turned to see his wife in the room and he smiled in greeting. Rapunzel managed a small smile in return, but couldn't cast the nervous look from her eyes. Eugene noticed and his demeanor quickly turned to one of concern.

"How are you, Mrs. Fitzherbert?" he asked gently, remembering her distaste for the phrase, "what's the matter?". Rapunzel read his implied question and sighed, wishing that she had composed herself better before coming in. She hated causing Eugene concern, even though she knew he didn't mind when she needed him. She shook her head.

"I… ah, I'm fine, Eugene. Really." He didn't say anything but raised a sculpted eyebrow in question. Eugene could read her like a book.

"Truly, Eugene," she said, trying to sound reassuring. "I'm just tired." He didn't look very convinced, but thankfully he left it at that. He went over to her and brushed her brunette locks back from her face so he could see her luminescent green eyes that made him smile every time he saw her. Her eyes, which showed compassion, kindness, happiness, and love, but also betrayed her true feelings to him when she hid her emotions.

"I love you, Rapunzel," he said tenderly, hoping to calm her. He kissed her lightly on the tip of her perfect button nose. She sighed again and leaned into him, breathing in his familiar scent and feeling his warmth. He kissed her hair and she pulled back from him, a sad look in her eyes.

"I love you too," she said, stepping away from him and going to the door that opened into the room adjacent to hers and Eugene's. "What are we going to use this room for?" she asked. He shrugged, back to his regular self.

"Whatever you want, I guess," he answered.

"I'd like it to be a nursery," she said quietly. Eugene seemed not to hear her as he went about turning down the bed for her. He hesitated and looked up at her, feeling her gaze on him.

"What?" he asked, seeing those worried green orbs looking at him like her heart would break. She closed her eyes.

"Nothing." Then, almost as an afterthought, "thank you for getting the bed ready."

"Come on," he said. She got into bed and let him tuck her in, kissing her forehead. "Sleep well, Blondie. Enjoy your nap." Before Eugene was out the door, she was asleep.

So, there's chapter one! I don't own anything Tangled, though that would be epic. Review and you make my day!