Francis was sitting in the balcony in his house at night, his favorite whine in hand, not really looking at anything up in the night sky. "Papa," a small voice snapped him from his trance. He turned to look at a small girl standing in the balcony door. She was a little bit tall for an 8-year-old and really skinny. She had long wavy blond hair that was usually tied up in a messy bun and green eyes with a hint of aqua in them below slightly thicker eyebrows than most girls. She was wearing a fancy light purple night gown and purple slippers and in her arms she was holding an old, stuffed, green bunny with wings.
"Oui, Isobel, what is it?" he asked in a soft voice.
"I can't sleep," she said looking down, "I miss father." Isobel's father, Arthur, has been out on a business trip for a couple weeks.
Francis motioned her to come closer; when she did he picked her up and sat her in his lap. "I miss him to ma petite rose, but you know he has to travel a lot because of his work." Isobel looked at the floor hugging her bunny tighter.
"What if he doesn't come back?" she finally said with watery eyes.
"What makes you think he won't?"
"I had a nightmare…father left us and said that he never loved me…" she broke down into tears before she could finish talking. Francis hugged her tightly stroke her hair.
"Don't ever say that again Isobel, your father loves you very much" he released her from his hug and made her look at him, "isn't that the reason he gave you flying mint bunny?" Isobel looked down at the stuffed bunny and nodded.
"He said that flying mint bunny always tells him about me when I go to sleep so he won't forget and that he helps him come back home safe too." She said holding up the bunny.
"That's right and he always comes back home doesn't he?" she nodded and hugged his papa. "Don't worry ma petite rose, he will be home before you know it" again she nodded while yawning. "Now let's go back to bed." Francis walked back to Isobel's room with his daughter still holding on to him and the stuffed bunny.
Isobel's room was painted a light shade of purple with blue tones in her furniture. Her bed was made out of a really light colored wood and her bed sheets and pillows were blue, and she had a violet carpet decorating the wooden floor. Besides her bed was a night stand with a night lamp of a fairy holding a flower which was where the light bulb was located, and besides it laid a book of magic (a gift from Arthur). Her walls were covered with drawings she had made of different magical creatures, fairies, gnomes, trolls, mermaids, unicorns, and her personal favorite flying mint bunny. Isobel didn't have any toys; instead she had a closet full of costumes, plastic magic wands, cloaks and spell books. (Francis prayed in silence that she wouldn't become obsessed with black magic like her father).
Isobel laid down in bed still hugging flying mint bunny as Francis tucked her in again. He was about to turn off the light when she suddenly sat up straight. "Papa, how did you know you loved father?" he was slightly shocked at the question.
"Why the sudden interest?" he said turning back to her.
"I don't know… I'm just curious, I guess" she said not really knowing herself why.
"It's a little complicated to explain…" he said sitting on the edge of Isobel's bed "in fact your father and I used to hate each other when we were younger." Isobel was shocked.
"Really but how?" Francis sighted and passed a hand through his hair.
"Like I said, it's a little complicated. I'll tell you when you're older"
"You always said that" she said crossing her arms. "You said that when I asked you where babies come from and I had to figure it out on my own."
Francis was shocked when he heard that, "wait, how did you figure it out?" he said expecting the worst.
"Tilda told me" she said without hesitation.
Merde Gilbert, Francis thought to himself. Despite being an eight year old and the fact that she was raised mainly a pervert. Isobel still had a very innocent mind due to the fact that he tried very hard to keep it that way (and the fact that Arthur would kill him if he found out that his precious little daughter had grown up to be some kind of slut).
"She told me that this weird giant bird comes and leaves the baby in your house" Francis let out a sigh of relief but tensed up again when he heard her daughter say "and I know what makes you a man!"
"You do?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yup, your spiky hair in your chin" she said reaching out to touch it. "Sometimes I imagine it keeps growing until you're covered in hair and look like a fluffy bear." Francis was relieved that his daughter still had a very innocent mind.
"Go to sleep Isobel you have school tomorrow"
"But I still can't go to sleep…can you tell me a story?"
"What kind of story?"
"I want to know more about you when you were young" Francis thought really hard of a life story that wouldn't damage her brain, a story of the bad touch trio?…well it wouldn't hurt to tell her one story about it.
The feels…the feels…oh right! SUP PEOPLE DUCKLING HERE QUACK! First of I'm sorry for not updating but I had a huge writer's block for this story and the fact that I'm working on two stories doesn't help but I hope this chapter makes up for the wait, OH AND HAPPY (late) NEW YEARS! Also if any of you got the despicable me 2 reference in there, then good for you! If not well watch the movie. I couldn't help myself I had to include that in there it's just so adorable and I'm sorry if France is OOC. By the way don't worry England will appear in the story. DUCKLING OUT QUACK!
