A story of Irish princesses, evil witches, and one very cute prince. Enjoy!
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"And then, the beautiful princess shot the wicked witch Carla, and she saved the handsome prince. And everyone lived happily ever after. The end." Fiona kissed her daughter's dark head.
Riley looked up at her mother. "Mommy?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Are you a princess?"
Fiona chuckled softly. Her four year old daughter's curiosity astounded her sometimes.
In the hall, Michael stood just outside of his daughter's bedroom, listening to his two favorite girls in the entire world. Their sons were already in bed. This was Fiona and Riley's special time together, where unicorns and beautiful Irish princesses reigned supreme.
"I am a princess, sweetheart. All girls are."
Riley's cobalt blue eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yes. And your daddy is my prince."
Michael leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest with a warm smile.
"Do I get a prince?"
Chuckling, Fiona pulled her daughter into her lap and wrapped her arms tightly around her. "One day, when you're much, much older, you'll meet your prince. He'll come in and sweep you off your feet, and you'll wonder how you ever lived without each other."
Michael smiled softly. There had been more explosions in their fairytale, and much more violence. But through all of the pain, through all of the tears and heartache, they always managed to find each other. And he wouldn't change a single moment of it.
Riley snuggled into her mother's arms. "Can I marry Daddy?"
"No, princess. Daddy is my prince. But don't worry. You'll have a prince of your very own one day." She kissed her daughter again, then slid off of the bed and tucked the covers around Riley's little body. Then she turned on Riley's night light.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"I love you."
"I love you, too." Fiona leaned over and lovingly kissed Riley's forehead. Then she slipped out into the hall.
Michael was waiting for her, and as soon as she pulled the door shut, he wrapped his arms around her waist.
Fiona looked up at him. "How much of that did you hear?"
"Enough." He covered her mouth in a sweet kiss.
When they broke apart, Fiona huffed.
"You know I was only making that up, don't you?"
He pretended to look hurt as he took her hand and led her down the hall. "Oh?"
"What I should have told her was that you were a frog that I turned into a prince." She gave him a dazzling smile.
"Is that so?" Without warning, he leaned over and wrapped an arm around her. Then he slung her over his shoulder with a growl.
"Put me down this instant, Michael!"
"Take it back!"
"I most certainly will not!"
He playfully smacked her upturned rump, then carried her into the bedroom where he dumped her unceremoniously onto their king sized bed.
Brushing her hair out of her face, she glared up at her husband who was grinning foolishly.
"You're dead, you toad."
"Bring it on, princess."
The End!
A/N: Aww... On another note, my dad just told me the coolest thing. He said I've met Jeffrey Donovan! *dies* How cool is that? Thanks for reading, and please review!