Forever and Always

Sven

~Jack and Elsa~
"Finally put that wild child to bed!" Elsa groaned, tossing herself into the couch. This was the last time she had to put the children down for a nap. Tomorrow, Rapunzel and Eugene would finally come home. Everything would be back to the way it was.

"Everything is so peaceful. Who knew children would be so hard to care for?" Jack asked from the kitchen. He was stuffing his face with some fruit snacks. Whatever snack the children had, he alway had to have some too.

"Everyone. Literally everyone knew that." She mumbled back, her face smushed into a pillow. Ooh. She could take a nap herself. Rosie had tuckered her out and it was only two in the afternoon.

"I was kidding, Els. Now move your butt. I called taking a nap today anyways." Jack replied, pushing her off the couch. She groaned and fell to the floor. Why couldn't she have called it? Jack jumped into her spot and made himself comfortable.

Elsa sat up and rubbed her back. He at least could have been gentle about it. She stretched then wandered around the room. She decided to read a book. She hadn't done that in a while. Elsa noticed a bookshelf back in Eugene's office/Rosie's bedroom, so she headed back there.

She quietly tiptoed into the room, careful not to mess up any of Eugene's paper's or wake the baby. Once Rosie woke up, there was no putting her back to sleep. Elsa traced her pale hand against the dark wood shelf. She searched for something interesting.

As her eyes scanned for literally anything out of the ordinary, she noticed four bulging books. She carefully took one off the shelf holding it in her hand. She flipped it, the cover reading, Who Is Eugene Fitzherbert?

Elsa opened it up, planning on reading the first page. Today's the day. No turning back, even if you don't like the way he looks. You can't judge a book by its cover, right? They're professionals. They wouldn't set a good girl like you up with a criminal. Right? Wait, is this a diary? She pulled off all four books, bringing them back with her to the living room.

She laid them out on the floor, admiring Rapunzel's efforts. She wrote about how she felt everyday she was trying to live with that goofball Eugene. She wrote about their stupid attempts at trying to make Bastian say his first words. She even wrote about Zachary's first day sitting on his own. Every little thing, she wrote down.

Elsa was so amazed. She just couldn't understand how much these were worth. They probably weren't worth any money, but they were so valuable. Could you imagine passing this down to your grandchildren, telling them about how you meant your true love through some stupid television show? "Jack, look at this." Elsa commanded, shaking his arm.

"I'm trying to sleep here." He grumbled, his eyes slowly blinking awake. He was having good nap. It was about him sleeping on this couch. Hey, it was a good one, you have to admit it.

"Jack, you'll want to see this." She argued, now shoving him around. He turned over, facing her. He didn't look very amused, but Elsa couldn't care less. This was important.

"Fine. What do you have to show me that's soooo important?" He snapped, annoyed that she actually woke him up. He rested his elbow under his head, wondering why she had to wake him up.

"This!" She exclaimed, holding up a book. She tossed it at him, hitting him on the head. He groaned and rubbed where she hit him. She still doesn't have a good arm. He picked it up, still confused about everything.