Eulilia 2 || Shawn Mendes + British Royal Family

Chapter Two

I awoke again at eight that morning, a sleep in compared to the usual seven-thirty. Shawn was already awake, as his side of the king sized bed was cold, and there was a delightful aroma drifting from the kitchen.

The savoury smell made me get out of bed, wrapping my robe around me while slipping my slippers on and heading down to the kitchen. The sound of giggling and small chatter told me that the kids were already there.

"Goodmorning," I smiled as the five faces turned to me, greeting me back. The twins, Noah and Gianna, were seated next to each other at the dining table, Eloise was 'helping' her father, and Bentley was pouring cups of water for everyone.

Eloise seemed to be muttering a few German and Spanish words under her breath, most likely committing them to memory. Shawn was cooking bacon, hissing when a splatter of oil hit him. Noah was swinging his legs back and forth where he sat, unable to reach the foor, while Gianna played with one of her dolls, next to him.

"Buenos dias Mamá," Bentley greeted in Spanish, looking proud of himself for remembering the correct phrase."
["Good morning mum."]

"Buenos dias a ti tambien, bentley," I replied, making the child grin happily as he took a seat next to his younger siblings. Bentley has been doing very well in his Spanish, knowing more words and pronunciation than his father.
["Good morning to you too, Bentley,"]

I sat opposite the four young royals, thanking my husband as he sat a plate of freshly cooked bacon infront of me. He had cooked the strips of meat in maple syrup, giving it a sweet flavour, satisfying all our taste buds.

Shawn had cut the kids' breakfast into bite-sized pieces, and let it cool before giving it to them. "Do we have plans today?" He asked, drinking from his coffee mug.

"I believe we're catching up with William and Kate for a few hours for a picnic at Hyde Park, but beside that, we have to get packed for Australia," I answered, mentally picturing todays to-do list.

In a couple of weeks, we had decided to take a family trip to Australia; a place William and Harry had shown me beautiful photos of everytime they went. Even George had been there before.

"What's Os-tray-lee-uh" Bentley asked, curious as to what that weird word was.

I laughed softly. "Australia is a country, sweetheart."

His eyes lit up. "What language do they speak? Do they speak Spanish?" He asked enthusiastically, wanting to try out his Spanish skills.

"Some people might, but most of them speak English, like us. Sorry kiddo." Bentley 'aww'ed, pouting.

"Why don't you ask your dad about Australia after breakfast?" I suggest. "He's been there plenty of times while on tour. Or Ashton, Luke, Calum, Michael and Gemma. They used to live there."

The twins were loudly chatting to each other, only saying a few actual words. Eloise was silently eating her breakfast like usual.

If you stayed a day in this household, you would notice that it's never quiet. Ever. As in, no peace. Just two loud one-year-olds, some enthusiastic language learners, a singer, and a woman who had to deak with it all. I love it though.

"Alright you four- five, actually. Go get dressed, I'll clean up." Shawn says, standing up and gathering the used plates and utensils. Sure, we have people to tidy our house for us, but I like to save them some work. In fact, I would rather not have them at all, but we're always so busy, so we'd never get the chance to clean anyways. They're life savers, in a sense.

I took the kids to help them get dressed, starting with the troublesome twins. "Alrighty, what are we wearing today?" I hummed as I walked to their closet. I was always buying new clothes for the kids, so there were always lots of options. Probably too many.