Welcome to a new chapter of the SFNA hope you all enjoy! ^_^

This is Abigail's chapter in omniscient point of view.

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A not so young but still young looking female brit was shuffling around her room. Doing what you ask? Well she was getting ready for a day with her husband, Francis Bonnefoy. Freshly out of the shower with a towel still wrapped around herself, hair dripping water all over the floor.

"What to wear, what to wear" she mumbled to herself, looking though her closet. She pulled out a red plaid miniskirt, not too short, not to long I mean she's still young looking but she is married. She also pulled out a white t-shirt with the Union Jack on it. Could you expect anything less she's England for the love of Flying Mint Bunny. She threw her clothes onto her bed and grabbed another towel to dry her hair. When she was done with that she removed her other towel and got dressed. When she finished dressing she went over to her vanity. She looked into the mirror and groaned.

"Might a well get this over with." Abigail picked up a pair of tweezers and set to work on her eyebrows. This habit grew from the one time she got her eyebrows done, after being convinced by Gillian, Francis had distinctly told her 'Ah! Ma chère! You look so much better with those caterpillars of yours plucked.' Of course Francis was joking he loved his Angleterre either way. But that didnt stop her from keeping up on the eyebrows no matter how much she hated it.

"There all done." Abigail said happily putting the tweezers down and picking up her eyeliner. She put on her regular make-up. Eyeliner, mascara, and some lip balm that had some color and sparkle in it. She got out two red scrunches and put her hair up in her signature pigtails. She slipped on her glasses then her wedding ring. She stopped for a second and admired the ring as the sunlight flooding into her room reflected off of it. She snapped out of her stupor blushing, checked the mirror one last time, grabbed her cell phone put it in her purse, zipped up her knee-high converse and headed out the door. She headed toward Green Park in good ol' London. She walked around looking for Francis. She spotted him near the daffodils, a picnic set up. But it was who was talking too that made her irate.

"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL, ARE THEY DOING HERE?" She yelled pointing at the set of twins she had given birth to.

"Hey Ma is that anyway to say 'hi' to your two boys" Alfred said slinging his arm around Matthew's shoulders.

"Angleterre! You look wonderful!" Francis exclaimed swooping in for a kiss. Abigail held Francis at arms length.

"Francis, dear, would you please explain why our lovely boys are here?" She asked smiling, anger barley hidden. Francis stopped his pursuit of a kiss.

"Well Angleterre, when they found out about our little outing today they, or Alfred mostly wanted to tag along." Abigail took a look at the twins giving Alfred a surprised look.

"Well you see . . .umm well" Alfred mumbled nervously, shifting uncomfortably.

"I'm pretty sure what Alfred is trying to say Mama is that, it's been forever since we all went out, as a family." Matthew explained for Alfred. Abigail went straight up to Alfred. Alfred himself expecting to be yelled at or something braced himself. What came next was a surprise to Alfred. He didn't get yelled he instead got a hug and then a kiss on the cheek. Matthew could be heard laughing to himself and France just smiled.

"EW! Gross! Ma, what was that for!" Abigail just looked up at Alfred and smiled.

"If you wanted to have a family day you could've asked you bloody git." Abigail said. No hint of anger, just the affectionate tone of a mother. She sat down next to Francis and smoothed out her skirt had lunch with her favorite boys. The day wasn't perfect; of course there were some accidents. When you're related to Alfred there always will be. But it didn't matter. Abigail couldn't be happier.

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