Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters from the Tangled movie, they all belong to Disney. Any OC characters in this story are mine, however. All the lines in bold are from the original movie. I also want to say that I wish Eugene Fitzherbert, better known as Flynn Rider, was real. I would totally go out with him. *fangirl scream*Anyway, on to the story!
Chapter 3
Eugene's P.O.V.
Two weeks have passed since Rapunzel told me she is pregnant with our child. My birthday is tomorrow, September 29th to be exact. I roll over to look at the clock and I notice that it is six in the morning. I force myself to get up from the bed to get myself ready for today's events. I decided yesterday that Rapunzel and I are going to visit the orphanage today. All of the kids there love it when we come to visit them, so we try to visit at least once a week. After we leave the orphanage, Rapunzel wants to go buy some things for the nursery. Both of us want to finish the baby's room as soon as possible where we don't have to do it closer to when the baby will arrive. I walk over to my closet and grab a vest, a shirt, and my pants from it. I quickly slip on my clothes and then pull my boots over my feet. Rapunzel is still not awake, so I decide to wake her up.
"Rapunzel, my sweet angel, it's time to get up," I whisper in her ear.
She smiles at this comment, but her eyes remain closed. I decide that I must take drastic measures.
"Blondie, don't make me get Mr. Tickle Monster," I say in a joking tone.
Rapunzel instantly opens her eyes and looks at me with a pleading look.
"Please don't call Mr. Tickle Monster," she begs.
"It's too late for that," I smirk.
"I'm awake now!" Rapunzel laughs as I start to tickle under her neck with my fingers.
"You weren't up soon enough," I remark as I start to tickle her stomach.
"Eugene, stop! That tickles!" she manages to say between gasps for air.
"That's kind of the point," I remind as I continue tickling my wife.
Rapunzel continues laughing and gasping for air between her laughs. Her face begins to turn red, so I stop tickling her.
"I think you've had enough," I remark.
"Thank you for taking Mr. Tickle Monster away from here, Eugene," Rapunzel laughs as she stands up.
"Well, I can't let him spend more time with my wife than I do," I chuckle as I go into the adjourning room that is going to be our baby's room.
The walls are white, as of now, and there is no furniture in the room. One thing I know for certain is that Rapunzel is going to paint murals on the walls once we paint the base coat of paint. I walk around the room, knowing in eight months that our baby will sleep and grow up in this room. I can hardly wait for the day he or she is born where I can hold our baby in my arms. As I walk around the room, I start to imagine what our baby will look like. Will the baby be a boy or a girl? Will he or she look like Rapunzel or me? I stand, lost in thought, as Rapunzel walks in.
"I'm ready to go, Eugene," my wife says as she wraps her arms around my neck.
"Okay, Blondie. Don't we need to decide on the nursery color first, though?" I point out.
"Oh, yes, thank you for reminding me. I almost forgot," Rapunzel giggles while I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear.
"What color are you thinking for the baby's room?" I ask my wife as she starts to walk around the nursery.
"I want it to be something light enough for me to paint murals on, but also I want a color that can suit either a boy or a girl. We wouldn't want our so, if we have one, to grow up in a pink room," Rapunzel smiles.
"Well, then pink and blue are out of the question," I respond.
"Do you have any ideas, Eugene?" Rapunzel questions.
"I like either purple or green, but yellow can work too," I tell her.
"Eugene, you have to pick only one," she laughs.
"Okay, Blondie, I like purple," I grin.
"I vote for purple too. Do you think we need other opinions?" Rapunzel returns.
"We can get some other opinions if you want them," I answer.
With that, we head around the castle asking a multitude of people what color our baby's room should be.
"Mom, do you think the nursery should be purple, green, or yellow?" my wife asks my mother-in-law.
"I vote for purple," the queen answers.
"I'm against your mother. I say green is a much better option," my father-in-law answers.
"So, that's three votes for purple, and one vote for green," Rapunzel reminds.
We go around to the different parts of the castle, each time asking the same question. Now there are only two votes left, and right now, purple has a one vote lead.
"Pascal, should the nursery be green or purple?" Rapunzel asks the chameleon.
Pascal points at himself, indicating that he thinks the baby's room should be green.
"Now what do we do, Eugene? The votes are tied," my wife inquires.
"Blondie, we still can ask Maximus for his vote. That way, purple and green won't be tied and we can pick up the paint this afternoon," I remind.
"Eugene, what would I do without you?" Rapunzel giggles.
"I don't know, and frankly, I hope I never have to know," I respond with sincerity.
The two of us walk into the stables and find Maximus eating apples. I calmly approach the stallion and begin to put his bridle on him. Maximus looks at me in confusion as I attach the final clasp.
"Maximus, we have a job for you. We want you to pick a color for our baby's nursery," I tell the stallion.
He whinnies excitedly and instantly starts to walk towards the open field. I lead him towards two buckets of paint, one green and one purple. When we reach the paint, I grab both the buckets and splash both the colors on the grass.
"Now, Max, all you have to do is roll in the color of paint that you like the best," I explain with a small grin.
"Eugene, what are you doing?" Rapunzel asks in a confused tone.
"I'm letting Maximus vote, Blondie. What's wrong with that?" I respond.
"He's going to get filthy, Eugene. I should stop him," my wife tells me.
"Rapunzel, just let this happen. The guards can help give him a bath after he rolls in the paint," I chuckle.
Maximus soon is rolling around in the purple paint, and he becomes covered with purple.
"Well, I guess the nursery is going to be purple," Rapunzel smiles.
"I guess that we're going to have a purple horse now," I tease as Maximus walks over to us.
The stallion makes a startled noise and looks at his reflection in the lake. Once he sees that he is completely painted purple, he begins wade deeper into the water.
"I'll go get your brush, Maximus. You won't stay purple forever, I promise," my wife tells the guard horse.
Rapunzel goes to the stables to get Maximus's brush and some horse shampoo to clean the white stallion with. She carefully stands in the shallow end of the lake to wash the paint off of Maximus. He comes over to my wife and casts me a dirty look. I shrug my shoulders as a small smirk crosses my lips. I suddenly feel a splash of water against the back of my neck. When I turn slightly, I see Rapunzel with a grin on her face.
"Oh, you're going to get it now, Blondie," I say in a teasing tone.
I grab an empty bucket, fill it with water, and dump it over Rapunzel's head. She is now soaking wet, and she has the most hilarious mad expression on her face.
"Eugene Fitzherbert, that was uncalled for!" she scolds.
"You're the one who threw water at me first," I remind as I splash more water on her.
"Well, now we're going to have to change clothes before we go to the orphanage," my wife says.
"That's fine by me, Blondie. Now, prepare yourself for the biggest water fight you've ever been in!" I announce.
After this sentence, I begin to throw more water at Rapunzel and even at Maximus as well. Rapunzel throws an armload of water at me, which causes a grin to spread over my face. My grin is only short-lived, because Maximus pushes me into the lake's water with his nose. As I get up, water drips down from my hair into my eyes, and my clothes are now sticking to my body because they are so wet. Maximus whinnies happily as I cast him an icy look.
"I suppose you think you're funny," I address to the horse.
Another whinny escapes his mouth, so I know he is agreeing with my statement.
After a while, Maximus is clean, but Rapunzel and I are both soaking wet. We take our guard horse back to his stall before heading back to the castle for breakfast and a change of clothes.
"I love you very much, Eugene," Rapunzel suddenly says as I hold her hand.
"I love you more, Rapunzel," I grin as I give her hand a gentle squeeze.
"I love you most," my wife tells me.
"I don't know how true that is. I have and will always love you more than anything or anyone in the world, aside from our baby that is," I respond.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, not including our baby," she grins as I look into her beautiful emerald eyes.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me too, Rapunzel," I assure.
Author's Note: I am soooooooooo sorry for making you wait this long for the next update. I have had a lot of schoolwork ever since school started, and this is my first free time in a long time. I hope that this update made you happy, and I will try to post the next chapter as soon as I can. That may take a while, since I have homework every day of the week, including weekends. Also, thanks to my friend Anna who gave me the idea to have Maximus roll around in the paint color he voted for! If you would like, review the story with if you think Rapunzel and Eugene will have a son or a daughter. I would enjoy to see what you think will happen! As always, thank you for your reviews!