You leaned against the railing of your small porch. You smiled softly as your [__h/l__] [__h/c__] hair swayed with the gentle breeze that caressed your face in the pale morning light. You closed your eyes and breathed in the familiar scents around you. The salty smell of the ocean not too far off in the horizon, the floral aroma from the flowers you grew around you house, and the mouth watering smell of the oatmeal you had simmering on the stove, it's scent wafting through the front door behind you that you had left open.
Your train of thought was interrupted by a sudden scream coming from your house. You quickly rushed back into the house, bursting into the room next to your bedroom. The screaming stopped and you placed your hands on your hips and a smirk on your lips.
Standing up in his crib was your two year-old son, Peter. He had stopped crying and was looking at you with a bright smiled and his deep sea-green eyes. He lifted his little arms up and you walked over and picked him up.
"Is my little baby hungry?" You smiled and asked him.
Peter had finished his breakfast and you had cleaned up what he threw everywhere, and so you let him crawl and play around in the living room.
Peter was playing on the floor as you sat on the couch, thinking about your son's father. He was a handsome man, tall, blonde, gorgeous emerald eyes. You smiled as you remembered, then frowned with a huff. He was a pirate, however; and you haven't seen him in three years, ever since he proposed to you.
"Don't worry [__name__]! This'll be my last adventure, then I'll come back and we'll get married. I promise!"
You sighed again, playing with the band of metal and precious stone. Three years ago he promised you that, and he still hadn't come back yet. You wondered if he had found another girl, or if he was killed in a storm, or worse captured by that Spanish pirate he always ranted about.
Your thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock at the door.
"Who could that be?" You asked Peter, who just looked at you and laughed. You were serious though, no one ever came up here. Your house was secluded on a cliff surrounded by a small forest and the cliff's edge.
You walked over to the door and opened it. "Hello?" You yelped as someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you outside. You looked up at who it was, about to yell at them, and gasped.
They were several inches taller than you, had emerald eyes, and under his red pirate's hat you could see messy blond hair. It was your fiancÚ.
"I told you I'd be back, [__name__]." He smiled and told you.
You just stood there, shocked and lost for words. "I-I-I Y-you "
Arthur placed a gloved finger against your lips, silencing you. "I'm sorry I was gone for so long, but I'm back now. That's all that matters."
He leaned down to place a kiss on your lips, and even though you wanted it, you turned your face away from him. "What's the matter, love?"
"A-Arthur, I'm so happy to see you, but things have changed. I've " You trailed looking up at him. You saw his face fall, and could tell what he was thinking. "I have something to show you."
You turned from him and walked back into your house, leaving him on the porch. You walked into the living room to find that Peter wasn't there. "Peter, there's someone I want you to meet!" You called.
You smirked a bit when you heard Arthur sigh. You didn't think you were a mean person; you just though he deserved a bit of payback for being left, almost, alone for three years. You smiled when Peter crawled to you from who knows where, and you happily picked him up.
"Arthur," You started, walking out onto the porch. "I want you to meet Peter."
Arthur's previous grumpy face immediately turned into a bright smile once he saw the small boy cradled in your arms. He got closer to you and wrapped one arm around your waist while his other hand ruffled the boy's hair. Arthur suddenly looked at you with a confused, and somewhat hopeful, look.
"Is Is he mine?"
If you weren't holding your son, you would have slapped your fiancÚ. It was obvious; to you anyway, that Arthur was the father. Peter had his messy blond hair, some emerald in his sea-green eyes, and even his father's
"Really?" You deadpanned. "Really? You really just asked that?"
Before he could respond, there was a loud crash and screams coming from the house.
"Shit!" You yelled and shoved Peter into Arthur's arms before running into the house.
You ran straight to Peter's room, throwing the door open. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that someone had thrown a teddy bear and toppled a tower of blocks. You walked over to the crib and picked up the second crying two year-old of the day. Your daughter, Ginny, stopped crying, but was whimpering. You smiled down at her and walked over to the toppled blocks, picking up her teddy bear. She immediately smiled and hugged the bear.
"Let's go see daddy, okay?" You smiled at her and walked back to the porch. "Arthur, this is Ginny."
You could literally see Arthur's face light up, and Ginny was as happy to see her father as he was to see her.
"Twins?! [__name__], this is wonderful!" Arthur grinned, and you thought if his smile got any bigger his head would fall off. "I know you always wanted to start a family."
You gasped and looked at the little girl in your arms in surprise. "D-d-daddy. T-that's her first word!" You looked at your fiancÚ. "That's her first word!"
Arthur smiled lovingly at Ginny as you realized that her word was in the form of a question, and that she was looking at her brother instead of her father.
"D-daddy " Peter repeated, and you once again gasped in shock. "Is an asshole."
"Peter Cadell [__last name__]!" You scolded.
"Woah," Arthur took a step back. "Peter Cadell [__last name__]?!"
"Yes, [__last name__]." You snapped. "I didn't want them to grow up with a different last name from their mother. Do you have any idea how troubling that would be for them? I would have given them your last name but I had no idea when you'd be back." You paused and your face softened. "I had no idea if you'd ever be back."
"[__name__], I never meant to make you worry." Arthur told you. "I was just looking for the perfect place for us to get away from here. Away from Antonio and the others."
"And did you?" You gave him a hopeful look.
He smiled. "I did it for you, so of course I did."
You smiled back at him. You were finally with the man you loved. Leaving to go somewhere you could raise your family without having to worry about their well being all the time.
Some where you could be alone.