A/N#1: Just a little scenario I imagined, also this is most likely just going to be a oneshot. I wasn't happy with the last story I wrote involving Eugene and Rapunzel's children so I was quite dubious to give it another try, but here it is. Also I do realize there are many stories using the name "Annabelle" as their daughter's name but no that's not the reason that that's her name, it's because I plan on, in the future, naming my daughter that so I wanted to incorporate that name into the story. Please review and tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own "Tangled" or the characters, they belong to Disney.

She shifted all of her weight to her toes and leaned forward while delicately crossing her hands in front of her. Hair wavy from the slight sea breeze this morning had brought and hazel eyes with swimming flecks of emerald staring up at him innocently.

A vase lay shattered on the cold tile floor beside where his boot was placed, and the man raised an eyebrow questioning the small five year old girl in front of him.

Still ever so innocently, the tiny brunette played with the strand of her hair that lay by the side of her pale face, smiling slightly as she smoothed out her silky lavender dress that reached her knees.

"Annabelle?" Eugene's voice was stern, even though the girl's expression was already starting to melt the anger away. She simply smiled up at him, bravely stepping forward, her barefeet never once touching the shattered remains of the vase. Annabelle's natural grace and sweet demeanor usually helped in these types of situations where she had to charm her father.

"Yes Daddy?" Her voice was clear and confident, she knew he would help her out of this one as he always did. Cleverly, Annabelle tilted her face just enough so that her eyes peered out from under those long lashes and Eugene had a clear view of the apologetic glint within them, and the mischevious look that always came after.

He hated hiding things from his wife and lying to her, but their baby girl had him completely wrapped around her finger.

Sighing he stooped down to where he was eye to eye with the young princess, who he now noticed had neglected to put her tiara on this morning. Running his tanned fingers through his hair, he looked at his daughter pointing a finger at her.

"You don't tell I won't tell," Annabelle smiled at him, lifting her tiny hand to give him a very sneaky thumbs up to show him that she enjoyed that plan.

Smiling and rolling his eyes at the little girl's gesture, Eugene held his hand out in which his daughter soon put her tiny palm upon his, looking as if they were just holding hands when really it was more like a high-five of victory.

"If anyone asks we were outside all day," Eugene murmured to her, looking around the hall to make sure they were still undetected. The only reason Eugene had even heard the crash was because he had been in the library down the hallway, he hoped it wasn't loud enough for his wife to hear down in the study with her parents.

Annabelle just nodded, lifting her thin arms for her father to pick her up. He gathered the girl within his arms and stood up still looking around suspiciously.

Eugene began to back away from the crime scene, with the small princess in his arms and whistling innocently, his daughter soon following suit.

When he walked around the corner leading to the main door that lead to the gardens, Annabelle poked his nose to get his attention.

"Daddy I think we're becoming to obvious," She had whispered it but he couldn't hold in the loud laugh that followed after. Like father, like daughter he guessed.

"You know what Belle, I think you're right," She just nodded, satisfied that he agreed with her, "I don't really want to completely lie so let's just go outside and pretend to be enjoying the day."

They reached the door and the warm summer air hit them right in the face, mingling with their identical brown hair and tickling their noses with a slight sea breeze. The girl in the Prince Consort's arm began to squirm as she tried to reach the ground.

Carefully the man set his daughter down on the stone steps, watching as her face began to brighten as she took in the gardens. The smell of flowers and sea mingled as if dancing in the air, and the brightly decorated garden welcomed them.

"How about a game of tag?"

Eugene looked down to see Annabelle standing before him, not yet taking off down the steps as she usually did. The girl had her hands joined behind her back and an innocent smile on that round face of her's that resembled her mother's almost identically.
What had she done now?

Reaching up, Eugene soon noticed what was missing from his head. The crown that came with the prince consort outfit he now sported, in which he thought he looked absolutely dashing in, was not atop his head. He crossed his arms and playfully glared at the little girl in front of him who was still smiling innocently as if nothing had happened.

"Belle, give me back the crown," His daughter simply shook her head, giggling and she ran down the steps and onto the path that led to the maze-like gardens.

"You have to catch me first!" With that, the little girl took off running, soon to be lost within the gardens as her father chased her around.

But for a moment Eugene just stood their, watching his daughter take off with a crown in hand that she didn't actually steal per se and the smile on his face was one of pride as the little girl turned around and waved the crown above her head, taunting him playfully and smirking.

Never would Eugene have believed he would be chasing his daughter around in a garden full of flowers, let alone on the palace grounds. As he chased the tiny girl who had most definately inherited his speed, Eugene realized he would have never wanted it to end up any other way.

The life he had now was perfect.

A/N#2: Please Review:)