“Kids, come on! We’re gonna be late!” You yelled at nowhere, knowing your children heard you. You were all invited to your friend Alfred’s wedding tonight; however, he forgot to invite you earlier and ended up telling you you were invited this morning. Considering how he is, he didn’t give up until you said you were coming, so you had to confirm your presence. Yours, your 3 year-old boy’s, your 8 year-old daughter’s, and your husband, Francis.
You immediately ran to the mall, begging Gilbert to watch over the kids while you bought a decent dress –for you and your daughter- and decent clothes for your son. You didn’t have to worry about Francis, you knew he owned quite the fancy clothes already. You arrived home, dressed your kids up and you.
You glanced at the clock, almost spitting your heart out; you were running late. You really didn’t feel like entering the silent church and interrupt the ceremony, so running late really wasn’t on your plans. You kids ran downstairs, your son carrying a strange toy in his hands. You furrowed your brows in confusion.
“What’s that, (f/n)?” You asked, gently grasping his small shoulder. His face lightened up and he opened his mouth to reply when Gilbert walked past you, putting on his jacket and ready to leave.
“A bow ‘n arrow. I gave it to him.” He muttered really low. You could barely make out what he said, it didn’t even sound like ‘bow and arrow’. You shrugged it off, knowing your son really liked the toy and won’t stop crying until you let him bring it. You grabbed your son’s free hand, turned off the lights, walked out of the house and closed the door, locking it behind you. You all went into Francis’ car, which was already in front of the house.
“Hey.” You greeted him quickly with a peck on the lips, closing your door right after. He spoke a ‘Hello.’ and turned on the car. You looked behind the passenger seat’s seat, just to be sure your kids were settled up. You glanced at your watch. You were going to arrive on time. Not so far from the church, the car stopped on the red light. Francis then looked behind him to find his son playing with the bow and arrow.
“What’cha got there?” He asked grinning. Your son grinned as well.
“I got a boner.” He said excitedly. You choked on air.
Of course. He must’ve misunderstood when Gilbert said ‘bow and arrow.’
“Oh! Cool…!” Francis began, erupting into a laughing fit, which made you laugh slightly as well. You covered your mouth with your hand. “Are you gonna shoot it?”
More laughing. You couldn’t help yourself as well, now. “What’cha got there?” He asked again.
“… A boner!” He began laughing again.
“Well, don’t shoot it at your mom.” He laughed. “That’s my job.”
You couldn’t believe your ears. You would’ve been laughing so hard right now, if you weren’t right in front of your kids.
“Francis!” You said, your voice uneasy from your recent laughs. “Okay, that’s too much.”
“What’s so funny?” You daughter asked, causing his laughter to become even heavier. “Okay, (f/n), it’s called ‘bow and arrow’.” You taught him. He repeated the words slowly, causing you to calm down a little.
“Okay.” You muttered to yourself. “That’s much better.”
You saw your son randomly touching the bow, not knowing how to use it. You undid your seatbelt and stretched out to help him. Francis watched you from the corner of his eyes, now paying attention to the road.
“There, your mom’s gonna help you shoot it.” He chuckled. “She taught me how to shoot mine.”
“Francis Bonnefoy!” You laughed dumbfounded, slapping his arm playfully after sitting down again. “You shut your mouth…!”
He laughed again. “But it’s true!”