“Daddy you look very pretty.” Jane said with such a strong Irish accent that it even surprised Liam.
“I think he looks funny. You have so many layers on. You look like Fi.” Jill said giggling sounding a lot more like her mother.
“Well thanks the both of you. Jane remember how I told you that man don’t look pretty they are handsome? Girls are pretty. And yeah I guess you could say I look like Alfie, he always wears so many layers.” Liam chuckled and kissed his girls. Jane had insisted on wearing one of her most pretty summer dresses while Jill wore very proudly her bell-bottoms and her Swedish clogs, the younger twin really enjoyed the 70’s fashion.
“Why can we not come too? Fi can’t marry this girl he is marrying me and Auntie Ricky.” Jill said with her pounding lips.
“Yeah tell me about it. I wish you girls could come, we would have a lot of fun. But you will be with Betty, Dan, Henry and Edward, while mommy and I will be at this wedding.” Liam brushed some lose hair out of Jill’s face. She liked her hair flying wild in the wind.
“Dan said we can ride our tricycles in the garden. Daddy when will you teach us to ride our bikes without the training wheels?” Jill asked impatient.
“I will, I promise.” Liam kneeled down and pulled both girls in his arms. “You will be good right? Don’t do any mischief Cupcake and you need to eat your meals Princess.”
Both girls nodded and kissed Liam on the cheeks.
“Liam are you ready? The car is there and Betty just took the boys in the garden.” Jo was wearing... one heck of a dress and she looked unhappy even more. Liam got up pulled her in a tight hug and whispered in her ear.
“I know you don’t like this dress and the makeup and well neither do I but you are gorgeous. I cannot wait to rip this off you and show what a bad, bad girl you are.” Liam felt a little bad for talking with his wife like that but at the same time, he knew that he never hurt her no matter how wild they did it. Jo giggled nervously.
“I still can’t belive that Alfie gets married in St Paul I mean what is he a king?” Liam peeked out of the window when the car stopped, there were actually bystanders and the media to report about this wedding. Jo took a deep breath when Liam got out of the car first and then took Jo’s hand -just like she had practiced with him- to help her out of the car. People started screaming and pushing and photos were taken. Lady Josephine. Jo Williams. Jooooo. Jo, Liam….
“This is insane.” Liam whispered making sure not to move his lips too much.
“Why do you think I wanted a country boy?” Jo made sure that it was impossible to take a picture of her without Liam and the short walk from the car into the church seemed to be a mile long. Of course Liam and Jo were not allowed to sit with her parents or Alfie they were sitting with the other young married couples, all rich snobs.
“Is breá liom tú mo chomh iontach, buachaill tír iontach! Do rud ar bith sa saol seo mbeadh mé ag iarraidh é seo!”
“Is this what your mother wanted for you and Laxiusque? Man look at this there are some foreign looking people and I thought the Jackson’s hate anything not English.” Liam pointed at a group of very blonde and blue-eyed people. Jo laughed. “I know how dare they to invite people from the Swedish Royal family, those peasants.”
“I think he looks funny. You have so many layers on. You look like Fi.” Jill said giggling sounding a lot more like her mother.
“Well thanks the both of you. Jane remember how I told you that man don’t look pretty they are handsome? Girls are pretty. And yeah I guess you could say I look like Alfie, he always wears so many layers.” Liam chuckled and kissed his girls. Jane had insisted on wearing one of her most pretty summer dresses while Jill wore very proudly her bell-bottoms and her Swedish clogs, the younger twin really enjoyed the 70’s fashion.
“Why can we not come too? Fi can’t marry this girl he is marrying me and Auntie Ricky.” Jill said with her pounding lips.
“Yeah tell me about it. I wish you girls could come, we would have a lot of fun. But you will be with Betty, Dan, Henry and Edward, while mommy and I will be at this wedding.” Liam brushed some lose hair out of Jill’s face. She liked her hair flying wild in the wind.
“Dan said we can ride our tricycles in the garden. Daddy when will you teach us to ride our bikes without the training wheels?” Jill asked impatient.
“I will, I promise.” Liam kneeled down and pulled both girls in his arms. “You will be good right? Don’t do any mischief Cupcake and you need to eat your meals Princess.”
Both girls nodded and kissed Liam on the cheeks.
“Liam are you ready? The car is there and Betty just took the boys in the garden.” Jo was wearing... one heck of a dress and she looked unhappy even more. Liam got up pulled her in a tight hug and whispered in her ear.
“I know you don’t like this dress and the makeup and well neither do I but you are gorgeous. I cannot wait to rip this off you and show what a bad, bad girl you are.” Liam felt a little bad for talking with his wife like that but at the same time, he knew that he never hurt her no matter how wild they did it. Jo giggled nervously.
“I still can’t belive that Alfie gets married in St Paul I mean what is he a king?” Liam peeked out of the window when the car stopped, there were actually bystanders and the media to report about this wedding. Jo took a deep breath when Liam got out of the car first and then took Jo’s hand -just like she had practiced with him- to help her out of the car. People started screaming and pushing and photos were taken. Lady Josephine. Jo Williams. Jooooo. Jo, Liam….
“This is insane.” Liam whispered making sure not to move his lips too much.
“Why do you think I wanted a country boy?” Jo made sure that it was impossible to take a picture of her without Liam and the short walk from the car into the church seemed to be a mile long. Of course Liam and Jo were not allowed to sit with her parents or Alfie they were sitting with the other young married couples, all rich snobs.
“Is breá liom tú mo chomh iontach, buachaill tír iontach! Do rud ar bith sa saol seo mbeadh mé ag iarraidh é seo!”
“Is this what your mother wanted for you and Laxiusque? Man look at this there are some foreign looking people and I thought the Jackson’s hate anything not English.” Liam pointed at a group of very blonde and blue-eyed people. Jo laughed. “I know how dare they to invite people from the Swedish Royal family, those peasants.”