The sunlight was seeping through the curtains like piercing beams of light, Sign that it was time to get up and start a brand new day.
But not only the sun woke you, Sudden clanking and cussing was heard loudly from downstairs.
In the Kitchen.
"Arthur...?" You said as you turned over, expecting to see your husband laying next room you in bed.
You we're only welcomed by the coldness of a half made bed.
You stood up from the bed with a frown. "Where on earth..." you said before a loud growl was heard.
"Agh you bloody-!"
No old man like him would be that angry in the morning by himself.
You sighed thirdly before waking to your dressing table to retrieve your nightgown before walking out the door and down the stairs.
"Arthur dear... What's going on?" You asked drowsy, missing the warmth of your bed already as you approached the kitchen slowly as you walked down the stairs.
"___!" Arthur gasped. "What are you doing up so early?" He said as he rushed as fast as he could on his two old legs to the stairs to give you a hand. "You shouldn't be out of bed so early, you at least should have called, and you know you are not well-"
"Oh hush, Arthur." You huffed as you walked down the last step, removing your hand from Arthur so you could dust your nightgown.
You were about to retort when a whiff of smoke passed from under your nose. "...Is something burning Arthur?"
"GAH! The Toast!"
How can you even burn toast?
Well, This British bloke could.
"What on earth are you doing? Trying to ruin our toaster before it ruins the bread?" you laughed softly behind your hand, trying to give your blushing husband some dignity.
"...I was attempting to make breakfast for you, love." He said, scratching his neck sheepishly as he always did when he was embarrassed. "And there went the bread..." he laughed humorlessly as he motioned the toaster.
...And the toaster as well.
"Ah, really?" You smiled behind your hand sweetly. "How sweet of you- But I’d rather you keep my Kitchen intact before it blows, or whatnot." you grinned slyly once more "Haven't I told you all these years?"
"Yes" He nodded before retrieving the burnt pieces if coal which used to be bread on the trash. "...I'm sorry." he apologized with a solemn face.
"There is no need to apologize, Arthur." you said walking towards him grabbing any trash and trashing it. "Thank you for the sweet gesture, anyhow." you smiled before feeling a brief sharp pain in your chest, and a sudden dizziness.
Strange indeed but you we're sure they were nothing important.
"Ah, Arthur may I have a hand?" you asked Arthur who was now washing some dishes. "I might have forgotten to put on my slippers on the rush over...-"
"What a mess." You sighed, closing your eyes and massaging your temples to relieve your sudden ache. You then walked over to the stove before stopping and looking at the calendar.
[x] [X]   ...
"Hm?" you said as you looked closer. It said the 14th.
"Oh is it that day already?" you mused walking over to the closet to retrieve a box of chocolates you had gotten Arthur. "My, does time fly fast..." you chuckled; as the last time you checked, it was the beginning of January!
"Here you go, ___" Arthur said bringing you your slippers and placing them in the floor. "Honestly, ___, you will get a cold if you walk barefooted around the house."
"Arthur?" you asked, ignoring what The Englishman had just advised.
"Is it some special day today?" you asked, giving a sideways hint to the dense gentleman.
"Hm... Well, It is valentines- Oh Don't give a muscle poppet!" he said, his green eyes popping in remembrance. "I’ll be back!" he said before running off.
"What is he..." you said before Arthur was in the kitchen again.
"I'm back!" Arthur said, regretting running in such an impossible speed. "Ow... My legs... Cramps..." he grimaced in pain, crouching down and holding something in his right hand. "Here"
"Silly you..." you sighed. For a man his age, he surely was surprising. "Have a seat." you said patting the wooden chair next to you before grabbing the 'mysterious' box of Arthur. "Hm...?"
"...Happy Valentine’s day, ___." Arthur said, the corner of his eyes wrinkling as he smiled sweetly at you, moving you’re not so (h/c) hair behind your ear like he always did.
"Chocolates! You shouldn't have." you chuckled.
"…You know. You’re still as beautiful as the first time we spent this day together." He mused.
"You remember?" you raised your eyebrows in surprise. "My goodness; that was about 50 years ago!" you chuckled. "Back then..."
"Of course." He grinned. "Me old fish pills do the trick sometimes." He said tapping his head and chuckling. "And how could I forget?" Arthur said looking towards an old black and white photograph in a frame and remembering, taking you back when you were both, Young.
About 50 years earlier.
A young girl, about 16 was sitting on a park bench, her (h/c) hair in a lovely French braid, a light yellow sundress the color of sweet custard, and an irreplaceable 100 watt smile adorned her cheeks as she held onto a covered box containing much effort and love. She looked nervous, yet excited for something, or someone, to come.
Who she had been seeing secretly since a year ago and made it official with her parents the month of her birthday.
Not much later, a young man about her same age came running up to her, breathless from all the running. Which made her look up and smile.
Golden blonde hair, messy about, Thick eyebrows the size of a thumb or less, a white shirt and brown pants. Absolutely handsome in her eyes.
"Arthur, Are you okay? You seem puffed out."
"Yeah." "Ah... You came."
"I told you I would, my daddy takes a lil' persuading specially regarding to boys... But he let me at last."
"That's great then."
"Hm, Arthur?" "What's that you’re hiding behind your back?"
"E-Eh...? Nothing..." "Fine. Just your gift..."
"Gift...?" "O-oh!" "Here; I made this!"
"Why, thank... you." "I’ll look forward to eating them." “Your sweets are the best, of course much better to my cooking…”
“I know~” "So, shall we go to the cinema then?"
"There has been a slight change of plans..."
"Close your eyes."
"Just Do it..." "It’s bloody embarrassing..."
"Eh~ Fine then."
"Flowers?" She said as she smelled the wonderful fragrance of Delilah’s and smiling before grabbing the tag and opening it and opening her eyes wide in astonishment. “And the card… Tickets…? To the... BEETLES?!"
"Oh Arthur! This must have cost a fortune!"
"...Don't worry about that." "Shall we go then?" “It’s today, and I bet you don’t want to be late Hn?”
"...Back then..." You sniffed nostalgically as you remembered such a dear memory that unbelievably had happened so far back.
Specially, seeing the Beetles with Arthur. On Valentine’s Day.
You were so absorbed in your thoughts that you didn't feel the tears that were escaping your slightly clouded (e/c) eyes.
"Love?" Arthur asked with concern present in his face. "Are you alright?"
"Pardon...?" you said, suddenly smiling like you always did.
"You were crying." He said pointing his fingers on your cheek.
You raised your eyes in confusion. “Am I...? You can't be..." serious. And he was; marks of fresh tears where present in your face with fresh ones still rolling down your rosy cheeks. "Oh." you said looking away. "I'm sorry Arthur... It’s just that, I cannot believe, that was so long ago..." you chuckled sadly. "Came like a little shock, I had even forgotten it..."
"Me neither..." He said adjusting his brown check vest. "They gave quite the show, didn't they?"
"Mhm." you nodded before looking down in melancholy again. “A-and just to think that... Alfred and Matthew, Even Peter! Are now adults with lives of their own... Probably spending the day with lucky gals of their own..." you laughed. Your boys had all grown to be quite handsome men with women always on their tails.
Like their father.
"Oh how I remember how they barely fit in my a...arms..." you smiled sadly, all the memories, all the things Der to you flowing down and downing on you.
"_-___" Please don't. C-cry... It hurts me just to see you like this..." Arthur struggled as he wiped your tears with his hand.
"No, these aren't sad tears..." you said closing your eyes and smiling. “They... They are happy... Nostalgic tears..."
"Ah..." Arthur sighed in relief, he sure wasn't the confident comforter but he tried his best.
"Do not worry, Thank you, Arthur." you said opening the box of valentine’s chocolates and picking your favorite Swiss bonbon.
"Well... Now that that case is solved, the tea isn't going to serve itself." Arthur said passing a hand through his thin silver hair, which was a golden blonde back then. "And I absolutely won't force you at all with that hip of yours. “He said nodding towards you.
You looked down, forgetting that you even had fallen over about a month ago and fractures your hip. Like the old woman you were. "... It'll heal soon, I’ll be as good as ever." you tried staying positive.
"I do hope that." he nodded before preparing what he could do best. Tea.
"What a lovely weather..." you sighed as you walked through the warm evening air in your local park holding onto Arthurs arm, going on a little stroll in the evening, like you two fancied every day or not.
"Certainly." He nodded walking alongside you.
"The flowers here in the flowers are lovely too, in bloom, No wonder why I love this season..." you reminded. "Very good for a valentine’s day walk, Hm?"
"Yes." he said as he clicked his cherry tree wood cane on the floor in acknowledgement with his left hand.
"Ah, Look Arthur, the wishing well! Hasn't it been decades since we’ve thrown it for ourselves?" You said pointing towards an old brick well which was dubbed the 'wishing well' by the locals; comparing it to the folk tale with an excitement comparing to a child's.
"I-it has hasn't it?" Arthur said raising his thick eyebrows in surprise.
"Should we do it?" You asked reaching to your side to open your clutch, reaching for a coin.
"Wouldn't that be a little childish?" Arthur huffed, a small blush present in his face like the stubborn person he was. "We are far too old for these kind of things." He shook his head in disappointment.
"There!" You puffed in satisfaction after throwing a couple coins with a couple of wishes, leaving Arthur astonished at your speed.
"You already threw it?!"
"Mhm!". You said happily, adjusting your flowy skirt. "I made a wish too... To be honest..."
"Hn..." he grunted with that weird noise he sometimes made. "Alright, I’ll do it too, what the hell." he said walking towards the well and chucking a random coin in the well before turning curiously to you.
"So what did you wish for?" He asked cheerily, knowing already you'd refuse to answer.
"I am certainly not telling you, it won't come true if I do, won't it?"
"I suppose your right." he said shrugging.
"Oh! Look over there!" you said suddenly looking away from him.
"Huh?" he said cocking his head in confusion. "Has that little cliff been there all along?"
"The top of the cliff... Let’s climb it." you said grinning, grabbing his arm again.
"You have surprising amounts of energy for a woman with a bad hip." Arthur sighed irritably but amusedly as well.
"Oh hush..." you pouted. “Let’s go then!" you said pulling him along the track.
"Wait... Don't run!" he screeched. "I won't be able to catch up!" he said using his cane to catch up to his scandalous yet beloved wife.
"My...my... Goodness... That took longer than expected and was more trying than expected..." you puffed in exhaustion.
"I told you... Didn't I...?" he puffed alongside you. “Strangely even breathing was hard up there…”
"Ah...ha...ha...ha..." you wheezed.
"Maybe we should go and sit down..." he said tilting his head towards a free bench, now back in flat land.
"Yes I think we should... Ah... Ha..."You said suddenly holding your chest in slight pain. A familiar pain... Only stronger than ever.
"Are you alright, ___?" Arthur asked in concern, helping you walk towards the bench.
"I was just ... Ha... Ha... A second ago... Now my chest hurts..." you explained, sounding in pain admired all of a sudden. "It’s pounding... Really hardly..."
"L-let’s get you seated right away!" Arthur cried as he pulled you along after and helped you sit down.
"Does it still hurt, love?" He asked slowly.
"Yes... The palpitation... It’s slowing... It hurts..." You bit your pale lip and suddenly trailing off.
"Ha?!" Arthur frowned. "___!"
"I think... I'm having a heart attack ...?" You said. Arthur wasted no time and started screaming frantically for attention.
"HELP! HELP! MY WIFE HERE IS HAVING A HEART ATTACK!" He kept on yelling until a bystander came rushing and said.
"I-I know first aid! I might be able to help" He said, saying that he might be able to help. Arthur gave a nod before continuing his little spectacle.
You smiled helplessly, sad that this was happening and that Arthur was so worried.
"What’s wrong, sir?" Another stranger ran towards Arthur in concern.
Arthur looked at in pleading before explaining. "M-my wife is HAVING A... A HEART ATTACK, the young woman there is-"
"I understand. I’ll call the ambulance." The man said immediately before a blink of an eye he was on the phone.
"Thank you...!" Arthur said gratefully before running towards you, no matter the cramps in his legs.
"Okay, Mrs., whatever you do, don’t stop breathing and don't give in to the sleep, alright?" The young man said, trying to relax your tensed joints.
"...alright ..." you said smiling sadly.
It was the best thing you could do.
"___! You are going to be alright; the ambulance is coming and you are going to be okay..." Arthur said softly, holding onto your hand firmly, holding on as if his life depended in it.
"...yes." you managed to say.
"Argh... I feel so useless...!" He cried frustrated into his hand, the back if his eyes burning like fire.
"Maybe...ha....ha... Call the kids..." you suggested.
"Yes! RIGHT AWAY!" He cried and took out his hand and called the first person in his register- His son Alfred.
"___, don’t stop talking! ___!?" Arthur 'murmured' loudly, you nodded and smiled so he could at least relax a little, before you cringed in pain once more.
He didn't know how long It was until someone held his shoulder comfortably.
"Sir, don't strain yourself... The ambulance is here... Everything will be alright..." A paramedic said to him, he looked behind him, you we're being carried in a rolling bed quickly into an ambulance out of his reach.
"Is she alright?" He asked warily.
"Yes, we'll have to hurry though to be sure." The paramedic said pointing at the front of the ambulance. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and nodded firmly. “But please do calm down a little before you cause yourself an attack yourself.”
'Seems that what caused your wife that thankfully early treated attack, was high blood pressure, was there somewhere that you two had went that may had cause your wife this?'
'Well, she did insist on going up this one cliff just this evening.'
'Ah, and plus due to her lack of exercise due to her hip this was the cause...'
'I suppose so... But will she be alright?'
'Yes sir, your wife is a fighter; she will be alright.'
"Ugh..." You groaned groggily as you sat up from your hospital bed- wait… yes, hospital bed.
"___, "You’re awake...!" Arthur smiled as he walked towards the room and sat on the side of your bed. “How are you feeling?”
"Barely...” You said through half open eyelids. “I feel really tired..." You said, pushing your loose hairs back with your headband.
“But thank goodness you’re alright…” He sighed in relief before sighing again in despair. "What a mess up on what was supposed to be a date..."He said, looking out the window, the shine of the moon glowing highlighting his once-blonde- grey hair. “And who would have known this would happen." He said with a faraway look.
"I'm sorry." You felt the need to apologies for all the worrying he did, placing a comforting hand on his leg.
He whipped his head towards you and shook his head in denial. “I-it’s not your fault at all! “He argued before his head drooped down suddenly. "But...sadly our reservations at the restaurant have been canceled..." he muttered bitterly, thinking about the cancelling fee in that very expensive hotel he was going to take you for valentine’s dinner.
Oh very well, it’s not even Valentine’s Day anymore.
"We were going to a restaurant?" You perked up suddenly.
He nodded and said "Yes, but seeing your shape I do not think we'd be able to attend..." mentioning your left leg.
"That would’ve been lovely anyhow." You said gratefully.
"Yes..." He said looking back at the window, suddenly the back of his eyes burning, as he remembered the events that you had just gone through, even though you acted as if didn’t happen to comfort him, he was very much scared as he was relieved that you were okay; he sobbed quietly before you grabbed his face with your both hands.
"Arthur..." You said sympathetically yet firmly, to state a point. "Don't worry, I’ll be alright."
"Having a sudden heart attack no matter how light is NOT alright..." He frowned deeply, the crinkles around his eyes very visible due to his age and argued back, worry firmly present in his face. “I, I could have lost you, Bugger* it all!”
“That might be true.” You sighed, looking down a second, reminding yourself about it, yet you put on a brave face to encourage him too. "But, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here, yes?" you said.
“H-ha?” He coked his head before remembering. "I suppose you’re right love..." his frown turned a soft smile instantly. “Even if I had to make a fool of myself to make attention." He chuckled, thinking about all the weird stares about ‘the old man’. "But it was all worth it." He smiled brightly.
"...That's great..." You said before your eyelids feeling heavy all over again, giving in to sleep.
"E-Eh; ___ don’t fall asleep... You just got up!" Arthur got alarmed and said.
The doctor entered the room and closed the door softly, bringing Arthurs attention. "Relax, Mr. Kirkland, It is just the calmers, she needs her rest after using most of her strength during the attack." She said calmly, trying to assure Arthur about the situation and walking over to you to check your states. You now were deeply asleep.
"Oh..." He nodded.
"So do not worry, she’ll be as good as she was in no time." She smiled as if there was no care in the world, just like you. "Would you like something to drink?" She offered.
"Ah... No thank you." He refused kindly like the gentleman he was.
"Alright then-" The doctor nodded and said before Arthur interrupted her.
"Well, um, Maybe a Black Tea, one sugar, please..." He asked sheepishly. "For the nerves"
"Alright Mr. Kirkland." She said and left the room, leaving you and him alone again, the sound of the heart beat monitor softly beating at a normal rate. He then looked back to you.
"___" Arthur said as he caressed your relaxed sleeping face with his hand with a somewhat sad somewhat relieved smile.
You had really scared him back there.
He sighed and went room t5he corner of the patient room to retrieve a hard plastic chair to sit on. He then quietly sat on it and softly grabbed your hand and squeezed it before murmuring before giving in to sleep.
"Please... Stay with me..."
It felt like a lifetime before someone woke him up from his sleep.
"...Irkland... Mr. Kirkland, Please wake up." An unfamiliar voice called him up to awake, no, it wasn’t ___, so it was… the Doctor?
Arthur bolted his head up from supposedly falling asleep against your bed. "W-what, who, where--- Ah... Where am I...? Is she alright now...?"
"Hospital and Yes, I'm alright Arthur." You spoke suddenly surprising him.
"___!" He cried.
"Arthur... You should have gone back home..." you frowned, noticing he must have spent the night here. "It’s not good for your back." You said worriedly as he had back problems. And not to mention you had hips problems because you slipped one day in the kitchen…
All those things old people had.
"No, I couldn't leave you here alone." He shook his head, later regretting the harsh movement as he felt a sharp pain in his back.
"Well, you probably didn't rest well in that plastic chair." You pointed out, seeing his changing facial expression.
"I don't think I would have rested at all if I’d gone home, you know." He replied back, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Ah well, that's true-"
"MOM!" a worried Alfred suddenly busted through the door with his hands full with a large bouquet of pink daisies and tears in his eyes. Not so long after an equally worried Matthew, and a frantic Peter ran inside as well.
"Ma!" Peter cried as he ran to you, pushing in upfront if Alfred, causing I'm to grunt, and not-literally threw himself at you. "Mama! Mama! Are you okay?!"
"Moooomy! I thought we lost you!" Alfred cried, cartoon styled tears falling of his cheeks like waterfalls.
"We... We were really worried, Ma!" Matthew said equally as worried, yet a little softer with tears in his eyes in relief. “We came as fast as we heard the news… b-but… they said it was too late to come so we came today…” Matthew said softly, nearly inaudible, but because he was your sun you could hear him… well enough.
"Act your Ages, you childish gits!" Arthur scolded all the boys. Which totally ignored him as they had all their attention to you.
"Yes, yes, I'm alright" you smiled as you calmed them as if they were children "There... There..."
"To think we could have been home to visit you guys but you guys had left home." Alfred said, rapidly recovering from his little episode. "Oh. And Mom, We brought you gifts." He said pointing at the roses and all the other things they had put on your side table next to your reading glasses.
"But, not that I'm not happy but... Shouldn't you all be spending time with your girls?" You said lifting a brow. “Well, I knows it’s a day past it but you should still celebrate it!”
‘Still celebrate it, Hm…’ Arthur thought.
"Well, yeah, but if we can’t in the day, we can always in the night- OW!" He cried suddenly in pain when Arthur pulled his ear, as Alfred was about to say a dirty remark, thankfully you didn’t pay much attention to that, and said.
"I see, oh what lovely flowers. Al." You said, smiling them. Really big and fragrant. Lovely.
"I know right, they were the biggest in the store and look! “He grinned before grabbing the flower basket of you and pressing a heart shape button, causing an 'I love you!' to sound out. "Hahaha!" He laughed before pushing it again. 'I love you!'
Arthur sweat dropped and you smiled. "Thank you, it’s really cute.” You chucked, making him grin in return.
"Ah... Ma, I... I got you a small hamper basket..." Matthew said softly before grabbing a huge basket full of food and red plastic wrapping and a big bow.
"That thing is supposed to be small?!" Arthur said in shock.
"Ah, thank you Mattie... Ill surely be able.to be cured quickly if I have lots of delicious food..." you sad sparkling. You loved your food very much. "Very thoughtful, thank you." You smiled before grinning cheekily. "...Might it have...? Chocolate?"
"I wouldn’t forget that at all, they are your favorite, after all." He said scratching his head sheepishly, Alfred huffing as he had received a better response from you than him. quickly distracting himself by pressing the flowers button ‘I love you’ and laughing.
"Look Mum, I brought you this-" Peter said proudly before opening a small pink velvet box displaying two emerald earnings plated in gold. With a small note saying "From Peter."
"Whoa! Dude, those are big rocks!" Alfred said in surprise, Matthew, Arthur and you just started in surprised as well, especially Arthur. “How'd you' even buy that?" Alfred poked Peter. He huffed proudly.
"Really? I've got friends in the mining industry... Not to forget the metal industry I own..." he said.
"Man... You make us look cheap!" He cried childishly like an overgrown child he was.
"Hehe-desuyo~” He grinned.
A knock was heard from the door, everyone looked towards it when the doctor appeared with a tablet. "Sorry Gentlemen, Visiting hours are over." She said, earning a couple boo’s from Alfred and Peter. "And not to worry, Mrs. Kirkland, you'll be discharged later today." She said, earning a smile from everyone.
"Thank god..." Arthur said, in double meaning. That you’d be discharged and that his sons could finally leave- they were too loud! …not that he didn’t love them mind you.
"Well, see ya mom! I’ll come and see you later on, okay?" Alfred said dusting his puffy leather jacket and approaching the door. "Bye!" he said before disappearing.
"Bye Mom. Hope you get better soon.” Matthew smiled before leaving as well.
"See you, Mum!" Peter grinned and left the room, leaving you and Arthur alone again.
You both sighed. Arthur then turned to you. "You know, they didn't even say a word to me." He pouted. “Not even a ‘hello’ or a ‘bye’”
"I kind of noticed..." You said patting your now depressed husband.
Arthur looked up and raised his eyebrows. "Thank god you look much better than yesterday, how are you feeling?" he asked earnestly.
"My chest feels a little tight, but other than that, I'm well." You nodded approvingly.
"Thank goodness..." he sighed in relief with a smile.
"How are you feeling?" You asked him, shocking him with the sudden question.
"Eh?" he said in confusion.
You frowned in worry and spoke before you were interrupted "I woke up in the middle of the night to see you with a very worried expression... It wasn't because of me right? If not I wouldn't feel good-"
"___?" He asked out of the blue, not letting you finish.
"Yes?" You responded.
"Would it be too sudden to go somewhere today in the evening?" He asked perkily in his English accent of his.
"I think not..." you said slowly "Why?" you asked.
"Nothing...nothing!" He waved off before a low growl was heard from his stomach. "Let’s just get us some grub... I'm starving!
"Oh Arthur." You shook your head down low with an embarrassed smile.
"Are you displeased?" He asked you, squeezing your hand.
"No! But, I thought we we're going to the supermarket... I would have brought something better than this!" You said in a cross between sadness and frustration, and happiness as you look down to your body; you had just brought a simple emerald blouse with a black skirt and some orthopedic shoes.
Not suitable for a 4 star restaurant at all!
((Note, it was a 5 star restaurant before the owner foolishly flirted with the inspector without knowing... and hence the rating was lowered, for some reason, just for this.))
"And how on earth did you get reservations for this French restaurant? It looks fully booked!" You said in disbelief. “Even if it isn’t valentine’s day anymore.”
"...Believe me Love, it’s a tale I do not want to tell." He grumbled.
The place he had reserved was better than this.
But... There was no other places in town.
"Well-" he continued before he was interrupted by a silver, formally blond, wavy haired French man, popping up from nowhere.
“Salutations, mes Cheris, Welcome to Bonnefoy's corner Restaurant~” said man appeared in front of you and bowed politely. Arthur tsked. Frog
"Francis?" You asked incredulously, you and Arthur’s old classmates, the owner of the restaurant. Who supposedly returned to France after college?
"Amour!" "Muah, Muah!" He said kissing both your cheeks, angering Arthur. “You two finally visited! Have you been avoiding the Tres bien me…?” He cried dramatically, the soft violin music in the background suddenly changed into a dramatic soprano as he held your hands, shocking you in surprise.
Oh god yes had he been avoiding this restaurant.
"Keep your hands of my woman!" Arthur hugged you towards his body possessively.
"Desole, Arthur." Francis smiled, the music turning back to normal. Weirdo. “Still aggressive as always.” He teased the Englishman. "Please come in."
"Please sit here, mes cheris..." He waited guided you two to your seats.
"Ladies first." Arthur said softly moving your chair back before Francis pushed him away and did it himself before saying.
"Non, Non, Beautiful ladies first."
"Tsk." Arthur twitched in annoyance.
"You know, if you didn't marry her, I would have married her myself." Francis whispered on Arthur’s ear after a while after ordering their food, making him rage even more that he was in the same room with this…. This frog.
"Tsk... Why you-" He cried in annoyance before the waiter came with your food.
"Your dinner is served." The waiter said, placing the delicious looking dishes in front of you with a bottle of wine.
"That was quick..." You sweat dropped as you adjusted yourself in your seat. Francis looked at you two and smiled, deciding it was time to leave and let you enjoy your magnifique French meal in peace.
"Ah, I got to run, Mon cheri's, Enjoy your meal, and remember, Bonne fin de Saint Valentin~." He said.
"That frog..." Arthur muttered when Francis was out of sight.
"He hasn't changed a bit." You laughed, as you sweat dropped a little. Nope, still a womanizer and romantic at this stage of life.
"Sadly. I hoped he'd get some type of dementia or something..." Arthur mumbled a little loudly bringing your attention.
"Nothing!" He denied and grabbed his utensils and said. "Let’s eat."
"Wait, Arthur. “You stopped him before he could take the first bite.
"Is something the matter?" he asked.
"...no, I..." you struggled to take the words out like a stammering teenager "Thank you for everything, Arthur." You managed to say.
"I don't deserve any thanks..." he laughed.
"Of course you do, you old fool! You have made me feel so loved, you've made me feel young again..." You said earnestly surprising Arthur, his emerald eyes opening wide. "Well, I'm mostly thanking you because of yesterday..." you looked down at your food. “I-"
"I understand." Arthur said, his emerald eyes twinkling, the corner of his eyes crinkling and he smiled. “But it’s just natural to love the on you love with the utmost of love." He declared.
"Shh." Arthur said, lifting a wrinkled finger on your lips lovingly.
One, because the food would get cold and Two, many people were awing at the scene as if it was part of a movie of whatever.
‘Awl! I wanna grow old with the one I love too!’
‘Brother… lets grow old together!’
"B-Bon appetite." Arthur said after hearing the tables around you two, and mostly because he said something in French. "And happy late Valentine’s Day." He said with a smile and lifted his glass with whine.
"Ha... Every day is valentine’s day for me." You smiled happily, a mild blush appearing like a schoolgirl. "I love you." You said lovingly.
"I love you too" he replied, with the same love or more.
And I always will, just as the first, to my very last.
Please... Stay with me...