Franco at the fan zone in Las Vegas having the cutest encounter I’ve ever seen with a younger fan :
- Who is this, who is this baby? Hi! Oh, can I take a picture with you afterward?
- Yes
- Really, I can?
- Yes. When I grow up, I want to be like you
- Oh, my love, what’s your name? ❤️
- When I grow up, I want to be like you
- Oh, you’re going to be like me? You’re going to be better than me, much better. Do you want to be a driver?
- Yes
- Yes, you want to be a driver? Is Mom okay with that? Look, look, Mom’s scared… But what’s your name? What’s your name?
-Alan
- Alan? Do we have a cap for Alan?
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Franco: I have bad reflexes; I’ll sign it for you later
Alan: Thank you
Franco: Thank you, Alan. Thank you for coming. You’re going to go far! I wish you the best
(And the journalist next to them is panicking lmao 💀)
our Argentinian prince has come back 🇦🇷 💕🥹
I’m not even gonna mention Zhou’s post with Alex where he’s offering him Chinese lessons, and Lily comments in Chinese saying she tried but just couldn’t 😭. Or Williams literally admitting that James Vowles is now “Tío James” to everyone
Summary : Where Franco and you have to spend a day together with your niece
Warnings: So, I kinda realize Idk anything about kids’ ages, so maybe she’s too young for the stuff she’s doing, but whatever, you just play along… lots of fluff ‘cause I really need it. It’s just Franco with kids it’s cute, it’s sweet, that’s all. And maybe a little flirty hint (because, well, it’s Franco) & English is not my first language so sorry :) and i already gave a name to your niece sorry
I’m posting this fic 'cause I’ve had the idea since Vegas. Just to be clear it’s not saying Franco should have kids or anything—he’s still young... It’s just a cute story and it works well since I found out a few days ago that I’m an auntie for the first time, hiiii !!! To a little niece, so the inspiration came naturally !
Franco parked in front of your building, slamming the door of his car with a sigh. He was tired, still a bit out of it from his last trip for a GP, but happy to be back with you after a long race weekend. All he wanted was to curl up in your arms, enjoy your smile, and maybe have a quiet evening together. He knocked softly on the door and waited. A few seconds later, the door opened… but instead of your usual smile, a little girl around five years old, wearing a unicorn pajama, with messy little curls and holding a stuffed animal way too big for her, stood there, looking up at him with a bright smile that reminded him of someone.
— Hi! Who are you? the little girl asked cheerfully.
Franco stammered, clearly confused:
— Uh… hey? And who are you?
He looked behind her, trying to figure out what was going on, but all he could hear was the sound of a cartoon playing in the living room. Before the little girl could answer, you appeared quickly, holding a towel to dry your hands.
— Oh, babe, you’re here! Sorry, I didn’t hear you knock, you said with a soft laugh.
You walked over, lifted your little niece into your arms, kissed her cheek, and gave Franco a quick kiss hello. But Franco, still frozen, couldn’t resist teasing.
— So… do you have something to tell me? Like… we had a baby and you forgot to tell me? he said, raising an eyebrow playfully.
You burst out laughing at his shocked face, and your niece giggled in your arms.
— Silly. This is Emma, my niece. Remember, I told you my brother needed me to look after her today?
Franco sighed, pretending to be relieved:
— Oh, okay. Because I was wondering how I could’ve forgotten something like that. She’s a mini-you, it’s kinda creepy. I thought it was a tiny version of you.
You set Emma down and invited her inside. The little girl, curious, didn’t take her eyes off Franco.
— Are you Uncle Fran? Emma asked excitedly.
Franco raised an eyebrow, glancing at you, amused.
— Uncle Fran? That’s what you call me now?
— I might’ve told her a little about you… She was super excited to meet you, you admitted with a smile.
Franco bent down to look Emma in the eye and pretended to be serious.
— So, you must be… Princess Emma, the mini-version of your auntie Y/N. Nice to meet you, young lady.
Emma burst into laughter and reached her arms out for a hug. Franco, touched, picked her up.
— I hope you didn’t inherit your aunt’s temper, or we’re in trouble.
— No, I’m funnier than her, Emma replied with a laugh.
— Hey! Traitor! you protested, pretending to be offended.
Franco laughed out loud, and you all walked into the apartment. He noticed a tray of cereal, fruit juices, and toast on the table.
— You could’ve told me. I would’ve brought some candy or something, he said.
— Since when you need an excuse to eat candy? you replied, rolling your eyes.
Emma sat down in a chair, but as soon as Franco sat next to her, she climbed onto his lap.
— I want to eat on Uncle Fran’s lap! she declared.
Franco raised an eyebrow, amused.
— Well, princess, you don’t waste any time, do you?
While you made a cup of coffee, you shot a playful look at Franco.
— “Watch out, don’t let those pretty eyes and angel face fool you. She’s going to get you to do whatever she wants,” you warned.
As if to confirm your words, Emma started laughing with an adorable smile. Franco was done for.
He burst out laughing, beginning to hand her pieces of toast while listening to her chatter about Frozen, the butterflies she learned to draw at school, and her love for unicorns. You watched the scene, amused, as Franco seriously engaged in her conversations, even giving his opinion on unicorns.
When Emma finished her bowl of cereal, she looked up, eyes sparkling.
— Uncle Fran, is it true you’re a race car driver and go super, super fast?
Franco paused dramatically.
— Hmm… who told you that?
— Auntie Y/N, she said mischievously.
Franco looked at you with a teasing smile.
— Oh yeah? You talk about me to everyone, huh?
— Not really. Just to people who care, you replied with a playful look.
Emma tugged at Franco’s sleeve.
— Do you go as fast as Lightning McQueen?
Franco nodded, amused.
— Exactly, mi amor. Like Lightning McQueen, but better.
— And do you always win?
Franco leaned in close, whispering like it was a secret.
— Of course. I’m the best.
From the counter, you burst into laughter and couldn’t help but tease.
— Not always, huh? Sometimes Uncle Fran gets overtaken.
Franco placed a theatrical hand over his heart, pretending to be hurt.
— What’s all this slander? I’m a champion!
Emma, with admiration:
— I think he’s the best!
Franco winked at her and tickled her, causing her to burst into giggles. You watched them, touched by their immediate bond.
You rolled your eyes, but a fond smile played on your lips.
“Alright, champion, since you’re so perfect, could you do me a favor?”
Franco looked at you, a teasing sparkle in his eyes.
“Hmm, depends. What’s the favor?”
You walked up to him, holding a brush and a little flower hair elastic.
“Could you do Emma’s hair while I finish getting ready?”
Emma, hopping with excitement, added:
“I want braids today! Like Elsa!”
Franco raised an eyebrow, confused.
“Braids? You want me to do braids?”
Emma jumped off his lap and ran to grab a blue snowflake hair clip. From across the room, she yelled:
“And my Elsa clip too!”
You crossed your arms, mischievous.
“So, champ, ready to take on the challenge?”
Franco sighed dramatically.
“Fine, okay. But if I mess up, you won’t hold it against me, right Emma?”
Emma trotted back, handing him the clip before sitting down obediently in a chair. Franco stared at the brush in his hands like it was a complicated object.
“So, do I start by brushing? Is that the thing?”
A smirk formed on your face as you sipped your coffee.
“Congrats, you’ve already got the basics down. Keep going, genius.”
Franco began brushing Emma’s curly hair, but the knots made it tricky.
“Ouch, Uncle Fran!”
Franco panicked slightly.
“Oops, sorry, sorry.”
He struggled to separate the strands to make braids, but nothing stayed in place. Passing through the living room, you couldn’t help but smile at the scene.
“Everything okay, champ? Getting through it?”
Franco grumbled in response.
“This is tougher than a gp, your thing.”
You burst out laughing, watching him struggle.
Emma, still cheerful:
“You’re funny, Uncle Fran!”
After several failed attempts, Franco gave up on the braids and went for two pigtails.
“Well, Emma, I think pigtails suit you better than braids. Don’t you think?”
Emma nodded, eyes shining.
“With my Elsa clip?”
Seriously, he pinned the clip to the side and let out a sigh of relief as he admired his work. You came back into the room and inspected the result.
“Well, it’s not perfect, but I’ll admit, you did okay.”
Franco shrugged, pretending to be modest.
“That’s called natural talent”
After breakfast and the hair episode, you suggested a trip to the park. Emma jumped for joy at the idea. Franco, though clearly tired, agreed with a shrug.
“Alright, princess, let’s go to the park. But if you tire me out too much, it’s Aunt Y/N who’s going to have to carry me back.”
You crossed your arms with a smile.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll end up carrying Emma AND her backpack.”
Emma, already bouncing near the door:
“Yeah, Uncle Fran!”
Franco shot you a teasing glance.
“You see? I’m the favorite here. Sorry, baby.”
Amused, you grabbed your bag while they got ready to leave.
The trio arrived at the park on a beautiful winter’s day. Emma immediately ran towards the playground but quickly turned around.
“Uncle Fran, come with me!”
Slouched on a bench next to you, Franco sighed.
“She’s got too much energy, that little one.”
You chuckled softly.
“Come on, Uncle Fran. Show her you’re the king of the playground.”
With an exaggerated sigh, Franco stood up.
“Fine. But if I get hurt, you’re massaging me tonight.”
You smiled, teasing.
“Watch out for making a fool of yourself instead.”
With a wink in your direction, he went to join Emma, who was eagerly waiting for him…
Emma climbed up the slide and called out to Franco.
“Uncle Franco, look at me!”
With his hands on his hips, Franco responded,
“I’m watching, princess. Show me what you’ve got.”
Emma slid down laughing, arms in the air. Franco clapped loudly.
“Bravo! But you know, I’m the champion of the slide. No one can beat me.”
Emma looked at him, surprised.
“Really?”
To prove his point, Franco climbed up the slide. With his height, he was clearly too big for it. From a distance, you burst out laughing as you watched him get stuck halfway up.
“Need some help, Uncle Fran?” you shouted teasingly.
Struggling to move, Franco replied,
“No, no, I’m fine!”
Emma, cracking up, encouraged him.
“Uncle Fran, you’re too big for the slide!”
Finally, Franco managed to slide down, landing in the sand, covered in dust. He stood up, proudly brushing himself off.
“There you go, mission accomplished!”
You gently teased him.
“Yeah, really impressive…”
Walking over to you with a mischievous grin, Franco said,
“Jealous? Want to try it, baby?”
You shook your head, amused.
“No thanks. I like to keep my dignity.”
After a busy morning, you all sat down on a blanket while Emma played, building castles in the sandbox.
You said to Franco, a bit admiring,
“You’re really good with kids.”
Franco shrugged, pretending to be modest.
“Of course. Kids love me. I’m irresistible.”
You rolled your eyes, smirking.
“Still as humble as ever. You know that doesn’t work if you’re the one complimenting yourself?”
Franco winked at you.
“You’re lucky, Y/N. I like your brother, but I like his little princess even more.”
You let out a playful laugh.
“And now I have to deal with two kids…”
You both burst out laughing, interrupted by Emma, who came running toward you, super excited.
“Look at my castle, it’s so pretty, right?”
After their trip to the park, you all returned to the apartment. Emma, full of energy despite the already busy morning, didn’t seem ready to calm down.
“Uncle Fran, can we play a game?!” she squealed, bouncing up and down.
Sinking into the couch, Franco gave her a tired smile.
“A game? But I’m an old, tired man…”
Emma placed her hands on her hips, her face determined.
“You’re not old, Uncle Fran! You’re just lazy!”
You burst out laughing, sitting next to Franco: “She got you there,” you teased.
Franco raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended.
“Lazy, me? Alright, little princess, what game do you want to play?”
Emma clapped her hands, excited.
“Hide and seek!”
Franco raised his hands in surrender.
“Okay, but I’m warning you, I’m the king of hide and seek. No one’s ever found me.”
Emma crossed her arms, determined.
“We’ll see about that!”
And so, the game began.
Franco slowly gets up, stretching exaggeratedly, before signaling to Emma.
“Alright, it’s you who counts, little spy. But no cheating, okay?”
Emma closes her eyes, placing her hands in front of her face.
“I’m counting to ten. Get ready, Uncle Fran!”
Franco gives you a quick glance, a mischievous smile on his lips.
“Watch closely, baby. I’m about to prove I’m the best,” he whispers.
You roll your eyes, amused.
Emma starts counting out loud.
“One… two… three…”
Franco quietly runs through the apartment, looking for a hiding spot. He hesitates between hiding behind the living room curtains or in the bathroom bathtub, but finally decides to lie down behind the couch.
Emma finishes counting.
“Ten! Here I come!”
She opens her eyes and looks around.
“Hmmm… where’s Uncle Fran?”
She walks through the living room, checking behind the curtains, then turns to you.
“Auntie Y/N, do you know where he is?”
You give her a teasing smile.
“Maybe. But I won’t tell you.”
Emma squints her eyes, as if she suspects something.
“You’re kidding! That means he’s close by!”
She runs into the living room, circling the couch. Franco, lying on the floor, deliberately lets part of his shoe stick out.
Emma lets out an excited shout.
“A-ha! I found you, Uncle Fran!”
Franco pretends to jump in surprise.
“Noooo! How did you do that?!”
Emma bursts out laughing.
“I’m too good!”
Franco stands up, lifts her into the air, and spins her around gently.
“Okay, okay, you’re the best. But now, it’s your turn to hide.”
Emma runs off to hide, her laughter echoing through the apartment. Franco turns to you.
“She’s probably going to pick an obvious spot, right?”
You shrug with a smile.
“Maybe. But pretend to have trouble finding her, or she’ll get upset.”
Franco nods, playing along, and starts searching loudly.
“Hmmm… maybe she’s here?” he says, deliberately checking under a cushion.
“Nope.”
He moves toward the kitchen and opens a cupboard.
“Or here? Still nothing… Where could she be?”
Emma, hiding under the table with a tablecloth hanging all the way to the floor, tries to hold in her laughter. Franco walks past the table, then stops, glancing at you.
“This is impossible. She’s evaporated,” he says dramatically.
You join in on the game.
“Maybe she snuck back home.”
Franco pretends to panic. Emma bursts out laughing, giving away her hiding spot. Franco suddenly turns his head.
“What?! That sound?!”
He quickly crouches down, lifts the tablecloth, and finds Emma, who’s laughing uncontrollably.
“A-ha! Gotcha!” he exclaims, grabbing her.
He lifts her onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making her laugh even harder.
After several rounds of hide-and-seek, Emma, tired, settled onto Franco’s lap on the couch. She was playing with his hair while he held her gently. Sitting next to them, you watched the scene with a soft smile.
You rest your head on Franco’s shoulder, happy to see him being so sweet with your niece. This simple but perfect moment of closeness reminded you once again why you loved him.
A little later, Franco insisted on making something, even though he wasn’t exactly a master chef.
Franco, rummaging through the fridge: “Let’s see… Eggs, cheese, ham… Perfect, I’m making you an omelette.”
You cross your arms, a teasing smile on your lips.
“An omelette? How original… Should we call a food critic to rate it?”
Franco taps his chest, feigning offense.
“Babe you’re talking to a master of simple, efficient cooking. I can make meals with an even emptier fridge. Get ready to be impressed.”
You hold back a laugh.
“You don’t make them, you order them.”
Franco rolls his eyes, amused.
“Yeah, well… We do what we can, okay?”
Emma, sitting at the table, watches him with admiration.
“I want an omelette with lots of cheese, Uncle Fran!”
Franco turns to her with a smile.
“Of course, princesa. Anything you want. But if Auntie Y/N keeps doubting my chef skills, she’ll get a tiny omelette.”
You shake your head, amused, and decide to set the table while Franco prepares the meal.
After lunch, Emma enjoys a yogurt, but your phone rings. It’s your brother. You pick up immediately.
“Hello? Oh, Y/B/N, are you okay?”
On the other end, your brother sounds stressed. He explains that he’s stuck at work because of an unexpected emergency and won’t be able to pick up Emma as early as planned.
“Can you pass me the phone, please? I need to explain it to her.” your brother asks.
You look down at Emma, who’s playing with her spoon, and hand her the phone.
“Emma, it’s your dad. He wants to talk to you.”
Emma eagerly takes the phone.
“Hi, Daddy! Are you coming soon?”
In a soft but apologetic voice, her dad explains that he won’t be able to come because of work. Emma nods, but her smile fades.
“Okay, Daddy…”
She hands the phone back to you, clearly disappointed.
Seeing the little girl sad, Franco sets his napkin down and kneels next to her.
“Hey, princess. Why the long face?”
Emma, her eyes downcast:
“Daddy was supposed to take me to see Santa and have a big hot chocolate. But he can’t come…”
Franco thinks for a second, then claps his hands.
“Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do. What if me, Auntie Y/N, and you go see Santa together?”
Emma looks up, her eyes sparkling.
“Really? You’d come with me?”
Franco, with a big grin:
“Of course! And I promise we’ll get the biggest hot chocolate we can find.”
You cross your arms, teasing:
“And I’m supposed to carry all the gift bags, right?”
Franco raises an eyebrow.
“Obviously. Who else?”
Emma bursts out laughing, her mood completely lifted.
A few hours later, you arrive at the mall, lit up with Christmas decorations and twinkling lights. Santa is sitting in a big red chair, surrounded by fake presents and a giant Christmas tree.
Emma, jumping with excitement while holding Franco’s hand, looks at you eagerly.
“Uncle Franco, do you think Santa will recognize me?”
Franco, with a serious smile, replies,
“Oh, of course. Princesses like you, he never forgets them.”
You can’t help teasing the little one.
“And maybe he’ll ask you why you didn’t listen to Uncle Franco when he told you to eat your vegetables at lunch.”
She stares at you, horrified.
“No! Uncle Fran, did you tell him?”
Franco bursts out laughing.
“No, mi amor, I’ve got your back. But next time, eat your veggies, okay?”
She nods vigorously, clearly relieved.
When it’s finally her turn to meet Santa, Emma climbs onto his lap, her eyes sparkling. You take out your phone to capture the moment, while Franco, next to you, can’t take his eyes off her, touched by the sight.
“She’s really adorable. She looks so much like you.”
You shoot him a playful look.
“At least she doesn’t have your ego, though.”
He pretends to be offended but just smiles, absorbed in watching Emma happily chat with Santa.
A little later, Franco insists that you all go to the mall’s café. He orders a hot chocolate with lots of whipped cream for Emma, a coffee for you, and a hot chocolate for himself.
He shows his cup to Emma with a smile.
“See? Even big guys like me love hot chocolate.”
The little one bursts into laughter.
“With lots of whipped cream, like me?”
“Exactly.”
You watch them, amused, rolling your eyes but unable to hold back your smile.
As you leave the mall, Emma, holding Franco’s hand and hopping with joy after her huge hot chocolate, spots an ice rink set up outside, surrounded by twinkling lights and Christmas music.
“Ohhh, Auntie Y/N, Uncle Fran, look! An ice rink! Can we go, please?”
You furrow your brow, eyeing the ice. “Oh, um… I don’t know, Emma. It looks slippery, and dangerous, and…”
“But, Auntiiiee… I just want to try, just a little bit!” She gives you that irresistible puppy-dog look.
Franco, next to her, grins slyly. “Come on, love. Let her have some fun. She’s small, and there are helpers to guide them.”
You sigh, already knowing you’re going to give in. Emma knows exactly how to make you crack. “Alright, fine. But only if she has all the safety gear.”
“Yessss! Thank you, Auntie Y/N!”
Once at the rink, you find a helper ready to assist the kids on the ice. Emma, equipped with skates, a helmet, and elbow pads, looks like a little doll in her pink puffer jacket and matching gloves.
She awkwardly glides on the ice, laughing out loud and sometimes holding onto the barriers or the helper. Franco, by your side, watches her with a fond smile.
“Look at her. She’s adorable. A real champion.”
You smile, touched. “Yeah, and so brave. I could never do that.”
Franco turns to you, a teasing smile on his lips. “Never? You mean you’ve never skated before?”
“I have, when I was little. But I was awful. I kept falling. And I’m not about to embarrass myself today.”
“Baby, that’s part of the fun. Besides, I’m here. I’ll hold you up. I promise.”
You hesitate, looking at him. “Franco, no. I’m definitely going to fall.”
He insists, a charming smile on his face. “If you fall, I’ll catch you. I’m your safety net.”
You roll your eyes, but Emma, from the ice, starts cheering you on.
“Auntie Y/N! Come skate with us! It’s so fun!”
After a lot of persuasion, you finally agree to put on skates. Franco holds out his hand to help you onto the ice.
“Oh my God, it’s so slippery. I’m going to die,” you murmur as you put one foot on the ice.
Franco laughs softly. “Baby, it’s an ice rink, and I’m right here. Relax.”
You grab his arms immediately, refusing to let go. “I’m warning you, if I fall, I’m killing you.”
“If you fall, we’ll fall together. It’ll be romantic,” he teases.
With a lot of effort and you clinging to him like an octopus, you move slowly on the ice. Franco chuckles as he guides you. “Baby, you know you’re supposed to move your feet, right? You’re just hanging onto me.”
“I’m moving my feet, you liar! It’s just… Aaaah, that guy’s going to run into us!”
A fast skater passes by, and you panic, losing your balance.
As you slide backward, Franco tries to catch you but loses his balance too, and you both end up on the ground, laughing uncontrollably.
“I told you I was going to fall!” you say between laughs.
“Yeah, but you could’ve avoided dragging me down with you!” He laughs too, lying on the ice.
Emma, having seen the whole scene, approaches slowly with the helper’s help.
“Auntie Y/N! Uncle Fran! Why are you on the ground?”
You try to get up, still laughing. “Because your Uncle Fran is terrible at skating.”
“Hey! You fell first!” Franco retorts, helping you get back up.
He rubs your back, concerned despite his smile.
“You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
You shake your head. “No, I’m fine. Just my ego.”
“Your ego can take it. But let’s call it a day, okay?”
You both make your way to the edge of the rink while Emma continues to skate joyfully with the helper. Your cheeks are still red, and you glance at Franco.
“I hate you for making me do that.”
He plants a kiss on your temple, smiling.
“No, you love me.”
“Hmm… Maybe. But don’t expect me to get back on that ice.”
Franco smiles, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you both watch Emma laugh and skate, full of energy.
After their crazy day at the mall and the ice rink, Franco, Emma, and you finally make it back home. Emma’s cheeks are still rosy from the cold, but she’s buzzing with energy, even after everything. Franco’s got her in his arms, and she’s wiggling around happily.
“Uncle Franco, do you think we can have some candy before dinner?” she asks, eyes wide with hope.
Franco grins, teasing. “Candy? Well, you know, candy are only for good kids mi amor. Are you sure you’ve been good today?”
Emma pulls the most adorable pout. “Yes! I’ve been good!”
You can’t help but laugh as you take off your coat, watching their back-and-forth. “Franco, stop messing with her, she’s been perfect all day. Plus, you’re the first one to cave when she gives you those puppy eyes.”
He raises an eyebrow at you, still playful. “Hey, it’s not my fault she has your look. How am I supposed to resist?”
While Emma settles in the living room with some toys, you and Franco get started on dinner in the kitchen. You’re chopping veggies while he’s distracted, digging around in the fridge. But it’s clear his mind’s not really on food. When he shuts the fridge door, you can feel him right behind you before he even says a word.
Without looking back, you call out, “Franco, I know you’re there. Don’t even think about it, I’m busy.”
“Me? I just wanted to… watch,” he says in a teasing, innocent voice.
You feel his hands rest lightly on your hips, and he leans in close to your ear, his voice low and soft. “But honestly, babe, after a day like today, I think I deserve a little reward.”
You roll your eyes, a playful smile on your lips. Holding your knife, you turn slightly towards him. “Franco, Emma is literally three feet away. Can you calm down a bit?”
“Calm? Me? Baby, I’m perfectly calm.” His hands glide gently over your hips, pulling you a little closer to him.
You feel his warm breath on your neck as he adds in a more provocative tone, “But you know, I missed you, and it’s your fault. With you in the same room as me… How am I supposed to stay focused?”
A soft laugh escapes you, though you try to keep a straight face. “Franco, let go of me. And stop with your nonsense before I cut you off a finger.”
He leans in further to plant a light kiss just below your ear, making your cheeks heat up. “Oh, I promise I can distract you in a much more fun way…”
Blushing, you say, “Franco!” before turning completely around to try to push him away. But he stays right where he is, that cocky grin you know so well on his lips.
“What? I’m just trying to help…” He glances down at the cutting board, then back up at you, amused. “But honestly, cutting carrots isn’t really my thing. I prefer when you do other things with your hands…”
You’re left speechless, shocked by his insinuation, but before you can respond, he bursts out laughing.
“Franco, I swear, if you keep this up, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight,” you say, crossing your arms.
He tilts his head with a charming smile. “On the couch? Oh, babe, you know I can’t sleep far from you.”
He moves even closer, his lips almost brushing yours. “And neither can you,” he whispers.
You roll your eyes, but he sees your smile starting to give away your amusement. “You’re impossible, do you know that?”
“Oh, I know. But admit it, that’s why you love me.”
Before you can reply, he captures your lips in a soft kiss that quickly turns more passionate. You both completely forget where you are.
A little voice suddenly rings out from the kitchen entrance. “Ewwww!”
You both jump apart, caught red-handed. Emma stands in the doorway, hands on her hips, with an exaggerated grimace.
“What are you doing? Why are you kissing like that? It’s disgusting!”
Franco takes a small step back, a mischievous smile on his lips, while you turn bright red. “Nothing at all, Emma. Uncle Franco is just… annoying,” you quickly reply.
Emma, narrowing her eyes, asks curiously, “Annoying? Why? Did he steal a candy?”
Franco laughs and crouches down to Emma’s level. “No, little princess, it’s because your Aunt Y/N is really beautiful, and I love giving her kisses. And even though she pretends otherwise, I promise you she loves when—”
A well-placed dish towel smacks him on the shoulder, and interrupts his sentence. He rubs his shoulder, laughing out loud, before adding, “Plus, you see, princess. If I had stolen a candy, I’m sure Aunt Y/N would have already punished me.”
You hold your head in your hands, tired of his antics, while Emma looks at him skeptically before changing the subject.
“I’m hungry. Is it ready?”
“Not yet, sweetheart. Give us five minutes,” you say with a smile.
She nods and heads back to the living room, but not without a final warning. “Uncle Fran, be careful. If you bother Aunt too much, I’ll tell Santa.”
Franco raises his hands, amused. “Promise, princess, I’ll be good.”
You shake your head with a mix of amusement and frustration. “See what you’ve done? Even Emma is wary of you now.”
He shrugs. “But baby, I can also try to be really good with you… but I’m not sure you’ll like that version.”
You give him a light elbow in the ribs, but your laughter betrays you—despite everything, you adore him
After dinner, you all crash on the couch.
“Auntie Y/N, can we watch Frozen?” Emma asks, her big eyes all hopeful, her stuffed animal gripped tight like it’s her lifeline.
You laugh, shaking your head.
“Again? Haven’t we watched it, like, ten times already this year?”
Franco, clearly enjoying this, jumps in.
“Come on, babe, don’t be a buzzkill. Let It Go is a masterpiece. I’m all in.”
You look at him, half amused, half annoyed.
“Really, Franco? Don’t encourage her, she’ll want to watch it three times tonight.”
Franco grins and winks at you.
“I’m ready to duet with her if that’ll win you over.”
Emma bursts out laughing, clapping her hands.
“Yes, Uncle Fran, sing with me!”
You roll your eyes but give in anyway.
“Alright, alright. But you two watch and sing, and I’ll just chill and nap through it like always.”
You all settle on the couch: Franco in the middle, you on his left, and Emma on his right, all snuggled up with her stuffed animal. The movie starts, and Emma is totally hooked from the opening scene. Franco, though, keeps sneaking glances at you, grinning as you try not to give in to the song.
Franco, whispering: “Admit it, you’re gonna get up and dance when Elsa sings.”
You glance at him, not buying it.
“In your dreams, Colapinto.”
“Oh, trust me, my dreams are way better than that.”
You nudge him playfully, but he grabs your hand and kisses it gently, still smiling.
“Ugh, stop kissing!” Emma says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
You laugh out loud, and Franco raises his hands in mock surrender.
“Okay, princess, no more kisses in front of you. Promise.”
Emma nods happily and turns back to the movie.
As the movie goes on, Emma starts blinking slowly, her energy fading fast. You’ve leaned your head against Franco’s shoulder, half asleep yourself. Franco wraps an arm around your waist, the other one around Emma, who’s finally asleep against him, her stuffed animal still clutched tight.
Franco, whispering, glancing at you: “She’s pretty cute, huh?”
You close your eyes, barely mumbling.
“Yeah, she is. You’re not too bad as Uncle Fran either.”
Franco smiles softly and plants a kiss on top of your head.
Soon enough, all three of you are knocked out.
An hour later, your brother arrives, using his spare key after knocking with no answer. He freezes when he walks in, seeing you and Franco both out cold on the couch, with Emma curled up between you two, her stuffed animal still held close.
He stands there for a second, just watching, a soft smile on his face. Finally, you wake up a little, hearing a noise. You open your eyes, confused, and jump when you see your brother.
“Whoa, you scared me!” you whisper, panicked.
Your brother grins and says, “I’m here to pick up Emma. But… honestly, you guys are cute like this.”
Blushing, you sit up carefully so you don’t wake Emma.
“I’ll wake Franco.”
You shake him lightly, and he blinks his eyes open, looking half-dazed.
“What? What’s going on? Let me sleep a bit longer, please…”
You laugh, saying, “Wake up, my brother’s here to get Emma.”
Franco slowly sits up, but Emma, still asleep, clings to him like a little koala.
“No… stay…” she mumbles, half awake.
Franco gives you a soft look and smiles.
“I’ll carry her to the car.”
Franco walks your brother to the car with Emma in his arms. She stirs a little but doesn’t wake fully, and Franco takes advantage of that to buckle her into the car seat without a fight.
Your brother, smiling, says, “Thanks for watching her. She had a great day.”
Franco, grinning: “It was fun. She’s awesome, your little one.”
Just before leaving, your brother adds, “Hey, you guys mind keeping her next weekend? Just for a night?”
Before you can answer, Franco jumps in.
“Of course! We’d love to!”
You chuckle and shake your head.
“He’s gonna steal her from you, watch out.”
You all laugh before saying goodbyes.
When you and Franco finally got home, you were completely exhausted. Franco shut the door behind you, kicking off his shoes with a sigh of relief, while you collapsed on the couch, arms spread out like you’d just finished a marathon.
“Man, I didn’t think a five-year-old could be so… energetic.”
Franco flopped down next to you.
“She’s adorable, but yeah… I’m wiped. How does your brother survive every day? Does he have special training or something?”
You burst out laughing, resting your head on his shoulder.
“It must be in their DNA. I still haven’t recovered from today.”
Franco wrapped an arm around you, a mischievous grin on his face.
“So, Colapinto, you thinking about starting a career in babysitting?”
“Maybe. I mean, I’m pretty good at it.”
“Admit it, you’re a little jealous that Emma preferred me. She wanted to hang out with Uncle Fran all day.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Oh, stop. She liked you because you spoiled her. Mr. ‘I’ll skate, sing Let It Go, and have a tea party dressed as a princess with an Elsa headband.’ I can’t compete with that.”
Franco, amused, protested.
“What?! I looked amazing in that headband, and you know it.”
“Amazing, maybe. Ridiculous, definitely.”
You both burst into laughter, your shoulders shaking with exhaustion. Franco turned slightly toward you, his playful look softening into something more serious.
“Honestly, though, I had a great day. Emma’s awesome. But you weren’t bad either. Even though you freaked out on the ice and ended up falling into me.”
You gave him a mockingly outraged slap on the arm.
Franco gave you a heated look.
“What? I’m just saying you were irresistible. You remember on the ice? Clinging to me like your life depended on it? It was almost sexy, babe.”
“Stop teasing me! I thought we were gonna die out there!”
Franco smiled, one corner of his mouth twitching up.
“Die? A little dramatic, don’t you think?”
Blushing, you snapped back.
“Stop it! And I remind you, it’s your fault we fell.”
“Me?! Baby, I was holding you, but you panicked like we were about to die. You were literally clinging to me like I was your last hope.”
You gave him a soft tap on the shoulder.
“Well, you were supposed to be my last hope, Mr. Know-It-All.”
You both laughed again, but this time, the laughter faded, leaving a softer silence between you. Franco looked at you, his teasing expression giving way to something more serious.
“You know… watching her today, playing with her… it got me thinking.”
You looked at him curiously.
“Thinking about what?”
“About us. Maybe one day. Not now, obviously! I know it’s not the time. But… have you ever imagined yourself, you know, with a kid?”
You paused for a moment, your face showing a mix of surprise and tenderness.
“Honestly… I don’t know. It’s scary, right? Being a parent, it’s so much responsibility. And look at me, I couldn’t even convince a little girl to put on her hat properly today.”
Franco smiled softly, running a hand through his hair.
“Yeah, but you’d be amazing. Seriously. You have this way of making everything seem easier. Even today, with Emma, you were great.”
To lighten the mood, you teased him.
“Great? Are you sure we lived through the same day?”
“Absolutely. You were sweet, caring… a little panicked on the ice, but hey, nobody’s perfect.”
You laughed, nudging him lightly.
“And you? Mr. Perfect Uncle Fran. You really see yourself as a dad?”
Franco took a deep breath, thinking it over.
“Yeah… I think I could be. Today, when Emma looked at me with those big eyes and asked if I could carry her… it was like I really mattered to her, you know? And… I liked it.”
You looked at him, a soft smile pulling at your lips.
“You know, you’d be a really great dad.”
Franco turned his head toward you, a playful glint in his eyes.
“Is that a subtle way of telling me something, babe?”
You laughed quietly, shaking your head.
“No, not yet. But I see it, you’ve got a way with kids. She adores you. And you were amazing with her. I think you’d be an incredible dad.”
Franco shrugged, feigning indifference.
“Of course I would be. With you by my side, we’d make an awesome team.”
You gave him an amused look.
“You really know how to flatter a girl, huh?”
Franco gently pulled you closer.
“I’m just telling the truth. And who knows? Maybe one day, our little boy or girl will beg you to sing Let It Go with me.”
You burst into laughter, resting your head against his chest.
“If that happens, we’ll have to wait a while. For now, we’ve got a lot on our plates. But maybe one day…”
Franco kissed your forehead, gently squeezing your hand.
“One day, then. But only if you promise not to freak out on the ice in front of our future kid.”
“Promise… but only if you promise never to wear an Elsa headband again.”
You both laughed again, and you snuggled a little closer to him. The day had been long, but in this quiet moment, everything felt just right. Together.
