#philloise drabble

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Domestic Philloise Drabble

Eloise walked through the front door, chucking her keys onto the side table and purposefully ignoring the sound of them completely missing and falling to the floor instead (after all, that would be an inconvenience for her future self to grumble about). 

“Phil?” she called out.

She carried on through the house until she reached the kitchen, partly expecting to find him making breakfast. However the kitchen was vacant.

“Phil?” she called again, projecting her voice a little louder for him to hear her from upstairs.

She then made her way up the stairs on her mission to track him down to the second place she’d expect to find him at this time of day. Typically Phillip would take the twins to school, seeing as he’d be up at the crack of dawn pottering about in his greenhouse anyway. However due to their recently disrupted sleep patterns, they alternated on who took Oliver and Amanda to school, depending on who was least lacking in sleep. It meant whenever Eloise came back from the school run she’d expect to find her husband in the kitchen or still slumbering in their bed. 

“Phil?” she called out in a softer tone as she poked her head around the door to their bedroom - but instead of finding Phillip gently snoring into the pillow, she found a freshly made bed, with the curtains drawn to allow their room to bask in the summer sun. 

She would have gone to check the remaining uninvestigated rooms of their home but she knew if he was around he would have responded to her calls. Therefore she presumed he must be out for a walk. Most likely to the local shop to pick up some milk or whatever basic necessities they had run out of. 

For a beat she hovered on the spot, wondering what to do with herself, though her eyes fixated on the soft inviting bed, tempting her to hurl herself down on it for a quick snooze. Sure she had chores to catch up on... but that would be a problem for her future self to deal with (on top of the fallen keys in the hallway). 

Eloise sprung onto the bed like a cat and immediately flopped down, sprawling herself across the bedspread. It wouldn’t be a proper nap, not with the sun shining down on her. She wasn’t good at falling into a deep sleep with any form of light source around her. All she was going to do was rest her eyelids and savour the feeling of the sunbeam’s warm embrace...

But then she heard the sound of Phillip’s gentle murmur. One of her eyes pinged open as she scanned the room but he wasn’t there. She heard him again and this time she sat up, realising the softness and unintelligible volume of his voice was due to the fact he wasn’t anywhere nearby. Listening out again she clocked the direction in which he was speaking from - outside in the garden.

Scrambling to her feet she peered out of the bedroom window and finally caught sight of her husband; and the sight she was met with immediately piqued her curiosity. 

Out in the garden Phillip was just within sight as he stood underneath a tree, and next to him was the pram. Eloise leaned on her forearms and almost ended up pressing her face against the window as she watched her husband in fascination.

Phillip was looking down into the pram and then peering up at the tree hanging over them, and Eloise could see that he was providing a running commentary to the pram’s occupant. He then reached up, grabbing a low-hanging branch with his hand, and very gently waved and moved it through the air before his eyes then returned to their infant daughter. 

Within the blink of an eye Eloise had sped out of the bedroom, zoomed down the stairs, and out the backdoor. She only slowed down once she began to approach Phillip, who had yet to even notice his wife was approaching from just how enamoured he was with their baby and shaking the branch for her entertainment. 

Even when she was practically right by his side he failed to notice her right away but the second he did and caught her eye the waving of the branch stopped.

“Hi.” he greeted her.

“Hello.” she smiled back. She then glanced to the branch still clutched in his hand before she posed him with a question. “Care to explain what’s going on here?”

Phillip bashfully fiddled with the twig-like end of the branch, momentarily feeling self-conscious about his actions. Eloise then reached out and plucked a leaf from the branch he was holding, twiddling the stem between her finger tips before playfully booping him on the nose with it. Instantly Phillip relaxed before nodding towards the pram.

“At two months she can start seeing colour.” he explained. “Red and green mainly. I just wondered if she’d be able to see the green of the trees yet.” 

Though Phillip was clearly trying to shrug the whole thing off like it was no big deal, his very sweet and simple explanation made Eloise’s heart swell with so much love and admiration for him that she almost felt short of breath. 

“And?” she managed to utter after a delayed reaction on her part. 

“And?” he echoed uncertainly. 

“Do you think she can see it? The green of the leaves?” Eloise asked eagerly. 

A soft smile pulled on Phillip’s face and he indicated for his wife to peek into the pram and while she did, he then gently began to wave the branch, rustling the leaves above them. When Eloise looked into the pram, her infant daughter was gazing up in awe, her lips parted in fascinated wonder at the movement of nature going on above her, her big bright eyes fixated on nothing else but the greenery. 

“Oh my god.” 

“What?” Phillip responded to his wife’s gasp. 

“She can see it. She can see the green.” Eloise stated, her face lit up with joy. 

“I mean, we can’t know for certain -”

“But as her mother I know she can!” Eloise insisted excitedly. “Do I have any proof? No. Can I read her developing mind? Of course not. But I just know.”

Phillip then craned his neck to look into the pram and saw just how captivated baby Penelope was with the green canopy above her. 

“Can’t you see?” Eloise beamed and grabbed a hold of Phillip’s arm. “She’s seeing the green and the leaves and she’s transcending! Her little mind’s transcending and it’s all because of you, Phil!” 

Phillip’s face turned pink from the unexpected praise his wife was heaping on him. “El, all I’m doing is shaking a branch.” he noted and gave the aforementioned branch a shake for good measure. 

“And? You’re still broadening the horizons of her mind! Her brain’s growing as she’s learning; and that’s all because of you!” 

Before he could laugh off her sentiment, he was caught off guard by Eloise cupping his face and pressing a jubilant kiss to his lips. In spite of feeling that his wife was lavishing him with unnecessary praise, Phillip simply decided to accept Eloise singing his praises as her earnest admiration for him squeezed at his heart and reminded him just how fortunate he was to have her in his life. 

The kiss was then interrupted by a little squeak, which brought both of their attentions to the pram where Penelope lay. She threw her arms about, flailing them as she looked back up at her parents expectantly and squeaked at them. Without hesitation, Phillip sensed what his daughter was after and gently shook the branch again; and within an instant Penelope relaxed, her eyes wide with awe once more as she gazed up at the leaves moving above her. 

With a fond smile on her face, Eloise watched their daughter experience the world unfolding around her as she cuddled into Phillip’s side, forever grateful to have the best father possible for her children. 

[sarcasticsweetlara]

They are so down for one another

Is it too forward of me to ask how Eloise and Phillip got together in the Friends au?

Okay so they first meet and get together in similar fashion to the events in TOW Ross's Library Book.

Eloise was at the library one day and noticed a handsome guy, a guy so handsome she snapped shut the feminist literature book she'd been reading and decided to see what type of book the man was into. She covertly followed him and found him perusing through a genre she could never have imagined him studying; botany. Now even more fascinated with him, she grabbed a book from the section at random and pretended to read it, all the while glancing over at the man as he gave his undivided attention to the book in his hands. At one point he caught her looking at him and she darted her head back to the book she'd been pretending to read, planning to give it at least ten seconds before she chanced another glance at him.

"Any good?"

Eloise tensed and looked up to find the man she had low-key been spying on addressing her, inclining his head to the book she'd supposably reading.

"Oh, um, this?" she gestured to the book and immediately cursed herself internally for coming across so simple-minded. "Meh, I've read better."

"Really?" he conversed and approached her, a curious glint flashing in his eye. "What don't you like about it?"

"Ah, well... I feel like the author just isn't... the most interesting of writers." Eloise bullshitted. "Like they could stand to be a little more enthralling, you know? I think they rely too much on the quantity of the content than the quality of the writing in enticing readers to learn more about the subject."

An indecipherable look crossed the man's face. "You don't say."

"Yeah, if you ask me I think," she quickly glanced at the name of the author, "Phillip Crane should spend a little more time talking to people and a little less time talking to flowers."

The man studied Eloise's face before posing a question to her; "Have you read any of his other books?"

"Oh no! And I don't plan on it!" she scoffed, hoping the handsome stranger shared her fabricated sentiments and wasn't some botany-head and big admirer of the author she was criticizing.

"Well what a shame." he said and then a grin began to brim onto his face. "Say, is there a photo of him on the book sleeve?" he enquired. "Maybe we could see if the author looks as much of a dullard as you imagine him to be."

"Oh, I bet you he will." Eloise smirked and flipped to the back of the book to inspect the book sleeve.

As soon as her eyes landed on the accompanying photo of the author she froze up. It took her several long seconds to fully process that the photo of the author staring up at her and the man she had been slagging the author off to were in fact one and the same. Steadily she raised her head up, her startled eyes meeting the man's watchful gaze as his lips twitched with amusement.

"I... I don't suppose you have a twin?" she swallowed uncomfortably, hoping without hope that the man in front of her wasn't Phillip Crane but rather an identical twin whose work he abhorred and loved to disparage.

"Nope." he grinned, his eyes glimmering with mirth. "That would be my kids."

Eloise frowned for a second before Phillip nodded back to the book sleeve where it divulged about the author. She quickly scanned over the information, realising he was a father of twins.

"You have children?"

"Mmhm."

"Oh. So... you're married?"

Eloise wasn't quite sure why she thought the fact that the author was married was the only obstacle standing between him ever fancying her back, considering she had just insulted him to his face about his own book.

"Widowed, actually."

"Oh!" she gasped. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. It was a while ago."

"Do you miss her?"

"I think I miss the companionship of someone who isn't a mischievous child... or one of the many flowers I talk to." he quipped.

"I was talking out of my arse!" Eloise quickly blurted out. "I didn't mean a word I said about your book! I haven't even read it - I just picked it up at random and was pretending to read it! I'm sure you're a great author; I mean, you're a freaking professor of botany, of course you know what you're talking about especially if you've written other books -"

"Why were you pretending to read it?"

Eloise stilled as Phillip waited for an answer, his arms folded, his head cocked to the side as he wore an expression that was a mix of intrigue and amusement.

"I... well..." Eloise then sighed, shook her head, and decided to be forward with the truth; "I sort of followed you."

"Sort of?"

"Okay fine; I followed you. I spotted you walking past my desk and I couldn't help but think you were the most attractive man I've ever laid eyes on so I decided to follow you to see if you had a good taste in books and now here we are. There, are you happy?" she snapped at him.

Phillip stared at her before ducking his gaze to his shoes briefly and looked back up to her with a light dusting of pink now warming his cheeks.

"Quite." he replied. "I'm glad to hear that the feeling's mutual."

Eloise opened her mouth to retort when she actually took note of what he had just responded with.

"Wait; what do you mean the feeling's mutual?"

"I've noticed you, for a few months now. You seem to always be in here with your head in a book or typing away at your laptop. There's something about you that's fascinated me from the moment I first saw you and every time I come here I keep trying to work up the courage to talk to you or even just say hello or something, but I keep chickening out." he confessed.

"You don't... you don't find me too intimidating, do you?" she worried, knowing her tendency to scare people off with her... Eloise-ness.

Phillip's brows knitted together in surprise. "No? Not at all. It's just... well, you were kind of right earlier about the whole me talking too much to plants and not enough with people. I have no idea how to go about even saying hello to a perfect stranger, let alone asking them what their name is."

"Eloise." she replied instantly. "I'm Eloise."

"Eloise." he tried the name in his mouth and a smile graced his lips.

"Does it suit me?" she asked him.

"It does." he nodded. "A beautiful name for the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

Eloise felt her chest tighten as she stared at him in amazement, never imagining anyone ever referring to her as the most beautiful woman they had ever met. That’s the time of lovey-dovey crap her brothers used on their partners - and yet here Eloise found herself, lapping up the lovey-dovey sentiment and wanting Phillip to continue telling her sweet nothings. She discovered she loved the feeling of butterflies giddily fluttering around in her stomach, she couldn’t fight the smile off of her face as she felt her cheeks rosying, and her chest tightened just from the way he regarded her. 

She didn’t even think as she dropped the book from her hand and stepped closer to him. Instinctively he pulled her against him, his own book hitting the floor in favour of his arms wrapping around her waist, her hands touching his neck and then their lips brushed together, testing the waters, getting a taste of what it felt like to be in each other’s embrace; before the kiss deepened, their passion sky-rocketing frantically as their hands travelled, caressing and groping and pinching and pulling at each other’s clothes...

And then half an hour later, the pair of them were stood outside on the steps having both just received a lifetime ban from the library for public fornication. They looked at each other, the other’s messed up hair and disheveled clothes reflecting exactly how the other currently appeared. 

"I, um... I don’t normally... do that." Eloise admitted - never had she got with someone outside of the bedroom before, let alone in a public area like a library. 

"Neither do I." Phillip replied. "I... normally, I’d ask you on a date, if you wanted."

"Definitely." Eloise’s eyes lit up excitedly. "Unless you just feel obligated -"

"Not at all!" he insisted and grabbed a hold of her hand, giving it a squeeze to assure her that he wanted far more than a spontaneous one-time hook-up in a library. "I really want to get to know you, Eloise."

"And I’d really like to get to know more of you, Phillip." she responded in earnest and clasped his other hand with hers. 

"Are you doing anything now?" he asked. "We could go for lunch if you wanted."

"We could... or we could go back to my flat, which is just around the corner, and pick up where we left off before we were disturbed," she offered, an eyebrow raised suggestively.

"Yes." Phillip practically jumped in his eagerness to answer her. 

Eloise quickly stole another kiss from him before she pulled him down the stairs and they rushed back to her flat where they continued to get to know each other for the rest of the afternoon. 

[bridgertonbabe]

Eloise is sick of dealing with her best friend and roommate being loved up with her brother and escapes to her happy place; the library. Unlike Penelope she doesn't need a man to fulfill her by sweeping her off her feet - or that's what she thought until she clapped eyes on a handsome stranger browsing the botany section.

[bridgertonbabe]

Is it too forward of me to ask how Eloise and Phillip got together in the Friends au?

Okay so they first meet and get together in similar fashion to the events in TOW Ross's Library Book.

Eloise was at the library one day and noticed a handsome guy, a guy so handsome she snapped shut the feminist literature book she'd been reading and decided to see what type of book the man was into. She covertly followed him and found him perusing through a genre she could never have imagined him studying; botany. Now even more fascinated with him, she grabbed a book from the section at random and pretended to read it, all the while glancing over at the man as he gave his undivided attention to the book in his hands. At one point he caught her looking at him and she darted her head back to the book she'd been pretending to read, planning to give it at least ten seconds before she chanced another glance at him.

"Any good?"

Eloise tensed and looked up to find the man she had low-key been spying on addressing her, inclining his head to the book she'd supposably reading.

"Oh, um, this?" she gestured to the book and immediately cursed herself internally for coming across so simple-minded. "Meh, I've read better."

"Really?" he conversed and approached her, a curious glint flashing in his eye. "What don't you like about it?"

"Ah, well... I feel like the author just isn't... the most interesting of writers." Eloise bullshitted. "Like they could stand to be a little more enthralling, you know? I think they rely too much on the quantity of the content than the quality of the writing in enticing readers to learn more about the subject."

An indecipherable look crossed the man's face. "You don't say."

"Yeah, if you ask me I think," she quickly glanced at the name of the author, "Phillip Crane should spend a little more time talking to people and a little less time talking to flowers."

The man studied Eloise's face before posing a question to her; "Have you read any of his other books?"

"Oh no! And I don't plan on it!" she scoffed, hoping the handsome stranger shared her fabricated sentiments and wasn't some botany-head and big admirer of the author she was criticizing.

"Well what a shame." he said and then a grin began to brim onto his face. "Say, is there a photo of him on the book sleeve?" he enquired. "Maybe we could see if the author looks as much of a dullard as you imagine him to be."

"Oh, I bet you he will." Eloise smirked and flipped to the back of the book to inspect the book sleeve.

As soon as her eyes landed on the accompanying photo of the author she froze up. It took her several long seconds to fully process that the photo of the author staring up at her and the man she had been slagging the author off to were in fact one and the same. Steadily she raised her head up, her startled eyes meeting the man's watchful gaze as his lips twitched with amusement.

"I... I don't suppose you have a twin?" she swallowed uncomfortably, hoping without hope that the man in front of her wasn't Phillip Crane but rather an identical twin whose work he abhorred and loved to disparage.

"Nope." he grinned, his eyes glimmering with mirth. "That would be my kids."

Eloise frowned for a second before Phillip nodded back to the book sleeve where it divulged about the author. She quickly scanned over the information, realising he was a father of twins.

"You have children?"

"Mmhm."

"Oh. So... you're married?"

Eloise wasn't quite sure why she thought the fact that the author was married was the only obstacle standing between him ever fancying her back, considering she had just insulted him to his face about his own book.

"Widowed, actually."

"Oh!" she gasped. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. It was a while ago."

"Do you miss her?"

"I think I miss the companionship of someone who isn't a mischievous child... or one of the many flowers I talk to." he quipped.

"I was talking out of my arse!" Eloise quickly blurted out. "I didn't mean a word I said about your book! I haven't even read it - I just picked it up at random and was pretending to read it! I'm sure you're a great author; I mean, you're a freaking professor of botany, of course you know what you're talking about especially if you've written other books -"

"Why were you pretending to read it?"

Eloise stilled as Phillip waited for an answer, his arms folded, his head cocked to the side as he wore an expression that was a mix of intrigue and amusement.

"I... well..." Eloise then sighed, shook her head, and decided to be forward with the truth; "I sort of followed you."

"Sort of?"

"Okay fine; I followed you. I spotted you walking past my desk and I couldn't help but think you were the most attractive man I've ever laid eyes on so I decided to follow you to see if you had a good taste in books and now here we are. There, are you happy?" she snapped at him.

Phillip stared at her before ducking his gaze to his shoes briefly and looked back up to her with a light dusting of pink now warming his cheeks.

"Quite." he replied. "I'm glad to hear that the feeling's mutual."

Eloise opened her mouth to retort when she actually took note of what he had just responded with.

"Wait; what do you mean the feeling's mutual?"

"I've noticed you, for a few months now. You seem to always be in here with your head in a book or typing away at your laptop. There's something about you that's fascinated me from the moment I first saw you and every time I come here I keep trying to work up the courage to talk to you or even just say hello or something, but I keep chickening out." he confessed.

"You don't... you don't find me too intimidating, do you?" she worried, knowing her tendency to scare people off with her... Eloise-ness.

Phillip's brows knitted together in surprise. "No? Not at all. It's just... well, you were kind of right earlier about the whole me talking too much to plants and not enough with people. I have no idea how to go about even saying hello to a perfect stranger, let alone asking them what their name is."

"Eloise." she replied instantly. "I'm Eloise."

"Eloise." he tried the name in his mouth and a smile graced his lips.

"Does it suit me?" she asked him.

"It does." he nodded. "A beautiful name for the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

Eloise felt her chest tighten as she stared at him in amazement, never imagining anyone ever referring to her as the most beautiful woman they had ever met. That’s the time of lovey-dovey crap her brothers used on their partners - and yet here Eloise found herself, lapping up the lovey-dovey sentiment and wanting Phillip to continue telling her sweet nothings. She discovered she loved the feeling of butterflies giddily fluttering around in her stomach, she couldn’t fight the smile off of her face as she felt her cheeks rosying, and her chest tightened just from the way he regarded her. 

She didn’t even think as she dropped the book from her hand and stepped closer to him. Instinctively he pulled her against him, his own book hitting the floor in favour of his arms wrapping around her waist, her hands touching his neck and then their lips brushed together, testing the waters, getting a taste of what it felt like to be in each other’s embrace; before the kiss deepened, their passion sky-rocketing frantically as their hands travelled, caressing and groping and pinching and pulling at each other’s clothes...

And then half an hour later, the pair of them were stood outside on the steps having both just received a lifetime ban from the library for public fornication. They looked at each other, the other’s messed up hair and disheveled clothes reflecting exactly how the other currently appeared. 

"I, um... I don’t normally... do that." Eloise admitted - never had she got with someone outside of the bedroom before, let alone in a public area like a library. 

"Neither do I." Phillip replied. "I... normally, I’d ask you on a date, if you wanted."

"Definitely." Eloise’s eyes lit up excitedly. "Unless you just feel obligated -"

"Not at all!" he insisted and grabbed a hold of her hand, giving it a squeeze to assure her that he wanted far more than a spontaneous one-time hook-up in a library. "I really want to get to know you, Eloise."

"And I’d really like to get to know more of you, Phillip." she responded in earnest and clasped his other hand with hers. 

"Are you doing anything now?" he asked. "We could go for lunch if you wanted."

"We could... or we could go back to my flat, which is just around the corner, and pick up where we left off before we were disturbed," she offered, an eyebrow raised suggestively.

"Yes." Phillip practically jumped in his eagerness to answer her. 

Eloise quickly stole another kiss from him before she pulled him down the stairs and they rushed back to her flat where they continued to get to know each other for the rest of the afternoon. 

[silverhallow]

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Domestic Philloise Drabble

Eloise walked through the front door, chucking her keys onto the side table and purposefully ignoring the sound of them completely missing and falling to the floor instead (after all, that would be an inconvenience for her future self to grumble about). 

“Phil?” she called out.

She carried on through the house until she reached the kitchen, partly expecting to find him making breakfast. However the kitchen was vacant.

“Phil?” she called again, projecting her voice a little louder for him to hear her from upstairs.

She then made her way up the stairs on her mission to track him down to the second place she’d expect to find him at this time of day. Typically Phillip would take the twins to school, seeing as he’d be up at the crack of dawn pottering about in his greenhouse anyway. However due to their recently disrupted sleep patterns, they alternated on who took Oliver and Amanda to school, depending on who was least lacking in sleep. It meant whenever Eloise came back from the school run she’d expect to find her husband in the kitchen or still slumbering in their bed. 

“Phil?” she called out in a softer tone as she poked her head around the door to their bedroom - but instead of finding Phillip gently snoring into the pillow, she found a freshly made bed, with the curtains drawn to allow their room to bask in the summer sun. 

She would have gone to check the remaining uninvestigated rooms of their home but she knew if he was around he would have responded to her calls. Therefore she presumed he must be out for a walk. most likely to the local shop to pick up some milk or whatever basic necessities they had run out of. 

For a beat she hovered on the spot, wondering what to do with herself, though her eyes fixated on the soft inviting bed, tempting her to hurl herself down on it for a quick snooze. Sure she had chores to catch up on… but that would be a problem for her future self to deal with (on top of the fallen keys in the hallway). 

Eloise sprung onto the bed like a cat and immediately flopped down, sprawling herself across the bedspread. It wouldn’t be a proper nap, not with the sun shining down on her. She wasn’t good at falling into a deep sleep with any form of light source around her. All she was going to do was rest her eyelids and savour the feeling of the sunbeam’s warm embrace…

But then she heard the sound of Phillip’s gentle murmur. One of her eyes pinged open as she scanned the room but he wasn’t there. She heard him again and this time she sat up, realising the softness and unintelligible volume of his voice was due to the fact he wasn’t anywhere nearby. Listening out again she clocked the direction in which he was speaking from - outside in the garden.

Scrambling to her feet she peered out of the bedroom window and finally caught sight of her husband; and the sight she was met with immediately piqued her curiosity. 

Out in the garden Phillip was just within sight as he stood underneath a tree, and next to him was the pram. Eloise leaned on her forearms and almost ended up pressing her face against the window as she watched her husband in fascination.

Phillip was looking down into the pram and then peering up at the tree hanging over them, and Eloise could see that he was providing a running commentary to the pram’s occupant. He then reached up, grabbing a low-hanging branch with his hand, and very gently waved and moved it through the air before his eyes then returned to their infant daughter. 

Within the blink of an eye Eloise had sped out of the bedroom, zoomed down the stairs, and out the backdoor. She only slowed down once she began to approach Phillip, who had yet to even notice his wife was approaching from just how enamoured he was with their baby and shaking the branch for her entertainment. 

Even when she was practically right by his side he failed to notice her right away but the second he did and caught her eye the waving of the branch stopped.

“Hi.” he greeted her.

“Hello.” she smiled back. She then glanced to the branch still clutched in his hand before she posed him with a question. “Care to explain what’s going on here?”

Phillip bashfully fiddled with the twig-like end of the branch, momentarily feeling self-conscious about his actions. Eloise then reached out and plucked a leaf from the branch he was holding, twiddling the stem between her finger tips before playfully booping him on the nose with it. Instantly Phillip relaxed before nodding towards the pram.

“At two months she can start seeing colour.” he explained. “Red and green mainly. I just wondered if she’d be able to see the green of the trees yet.” 

Though Phillip was clearly trying to shrug the whole thing off like it was no big deal, his very sweet and simple explanation made Eloise’s heart swell with so much love and admiration for him that she almost felt short of breath. 

“And?” she managed to utter after a delayed reaction on her part. 

“And?” he echoed uncertainly. 

“Do you think she can see it? The green of the leaves?” Eloise asked eagerly. 

A soft smile pulled on Phillip’s face and he indicated for his wife to peek into the pram and while she did, he then gently began to wave the branch, rustling the leaves above them. When Eloise looked into the pram, her infant daughter was gazing up in awe, her lips parted in fascinated wonder at the movement of nature going on above her, her big bright eyes fixated on nothing else but the greenery. 

“Oh my god.” 

“What?” Phillip responded to his wife’s gasp. 

“She can see it. She can see the green.” Eloise stated, her face lit up with joy. 

“I mean, we can’t know for certain -”

“But as her mother I know she can!” Eloise insisted excitedly. “Do I have any proof? No. Can I read her developing mind? Of course not. But I just know.”

Phillip then craned his neck to look into the pram and saw just how captivated baby Penelope was with the green canopy above her. 

“Can’t you see?” Eloise beamed and grabbed a hold of Phillip’s arm. “She’s seeing the green and the leaves and she’s transcending! Her little mind’s transcending and it’s all because of you, Phil!” 

Phillip’s face turned pink from the unexpected praise his wife was heaping on him. “El, all I’m doing is shaking a branch.” he noted and gave the aforementioned branch a shake for good measure. 

“And? You’re still broadening the horizons of her mind! Her brain’s growing as she’s learning; and that’s all because of you!” 

Before he could laugh off her sentiment, he was caught off guard by Eloise cupping his face and pressing a jubilant kiss to his lips. In spite of feeling that his wife was lavishing him with unnecessary praise, Phillip simply decided to accept Eloise singing his praises as her earnest admiration for him squeezed at his heart and reminded him just how fortunate he was to have her in his life. 

The kiss was then interrupted by a little squeak, which brought both of their attentions to the pram where Penelope lay. She threw her arms about, flailing them as she looked back up at her parents expectantly and squeaked at them. Without hesitation, Phillip sensed what his daughter was after and gently shook the branch again; and within an instant Penelope relaxed, her eyes wide with awe once more as she gazed up at the leaves moving above her. 

With a fond smile on her face, Eloise watched their daughter experience the world unfolding around her as she cuddled into Phillip’s side, forever grateful to have the best father possible for her children. 

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Is it too forward of me to ask how Eloise and Phillip got together in the Friends au?

Okay so they first meet and get together in similar fashion to the events in TOW Ross's Library Book.

Eloise was at the library one day and noticed a handsome guy, a guy so handsome she snapped shut the feminist literature book she'd been reading and decided to see what type of book the man was into. She covertly followed him and found him perusing through a genre she could never have imagined him studying; botany. Now even more fascinated with him, she grabbed a book from the section at random and pretended to read it, all the while glancing over at the man as he gave his undivided attention to the book in his hands. At one point he caught her looking at him and she darted her head back to the book she'd been pretending to read, planning to give it at least ten seconds before she chanced another glance at him.

"Any good?"

Eloise tensed and looked up to find the man she had low-key been spying on addressing her, inclining his head to the book she'd supposably reading.

"Oh, um, this?" she gestured to the book and immediately cursed herself internally for coming across so simple-minded. "Meh, I've read better."

"Really?" he conversed and approached her, a curious glint flashing in his eye. "What don't you like about it?"

"Ah, well... I feel like the author just isn't... the most interesting of writers." Eloise bullshitted. "Like they could stand to be a little more enthralling, you know? I think they rely too much on the quantity of the content than the quality of the writing in enticing readers to learn more about the subject."

An indecipherable look crossed the man's face. "You don't say."

"Yeah, if you ask me I think," she quickly glanced at the name of the author, "Phillip Crane should spend a little more time talking to people and a little less time talking to flowers."

The man studied Eloise's face before posing a question to her; "Have you read any of his other books?"

"Oh no! And I don't plan on it!" she scoffed, hoping the handsome stranger shared her fabricated sentiments and wasn't some botany-head and big admirer of the author she was criticizing.

"Well what a shame." he said and then a grin began to brim onto his face. "Say, is there a photo of him on the book sleeve?" he enquired. "Maybe we could see if the author looks as much of a dullard as you imagine him to be."

"Oh, I bet you he will." Eloise smirked and flipped to the back of the book to inspect the book sleeve.

As soon as her eyes landed on the accompanying photo of the author she froze up. It took her several long seconds to fully process that the photo of the author staring up at her and the man she had been slagging the author off to were in fact one and the same. Steadily she raised her head up, her startled eyes meeting the man's watchful gaze as his lips twitched with amusement.

"I... I don't suppose you have a twin?" she swallowed uncomfortably, hoping without hope that the man in front of her wasn't Phillip Crane but rather an identical twin whose work he abhorred and loved to disparage.

"Nope." he grinned, his eyes glimmering with mirth. "That would be my kids."

Eloise frowned for a second before Phillip nodded back to the book sleeve where it divulged about the author. She quickly scanned over the information, realising he was a father of twins.

"You have children?"

"Mmhm."

"Oh. So... you're married?"

Eloise wasn't quite sure why she thought the fact that the author was married was the only obstacle standing between him ever fancying her back, considering she had just insulted him to his face about his own book.

"Widowed, actually."

"Oh!" she gasped. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. It was a while ago."

"Do you miss her?"

"I think I miss the companionship of someone who isn't a mischievous child... or one of the many flowers I talk to." he quipped.

"I was talking out of my arse!" Eloise quickly blurted out. "I didn't mean a word I said about your book! I haven't even read it - I just picked it up at random and was pretending to read it! I'm sure you're a great author; I mean, you're a freaking professor of botany, of course you know what you're talking about especially if you've written other books -"

"Why were you pretending to read it?"

Eloise stilled as Phillip waited for an answer, his arms folded, his head cocked to the side as he wore an expression that was a mix of intrigue and amusement.

"I... well..." Eloise then sighed, shook her head, and decided to be forward with the truth; "I sort of followed you."

"Sort of?"

"Okay fine; I followed you. I spotted you walking past my desk and I couldn't help but think you were the most attractive man I've ever laid eyes on so I decided to follow you to see if you had a good taste in books and now here we are. There, are you happy?" she snapped at him.

Phillip stared at her before ducking his gaze to his shoes briefly and looked back up to her with a light dusting of pink now warming his cheeks.

"Quite." he replied. "I'm glad to hear that the feeling's mutual."

Eloise opened her mouth to retort when she actually took note of what he had just responded with.

"Wait; what do you mean the feeling's mutual?"

"I've noticed you, for a few months now. You seem to always be in here with your head in a book or typing away at your laptop. There's something about you that's fascinated me from the moment I first saw you and every time I come here I keep trying to work up the courage to talk to you or even just say hello or something, but I keep chickening out." he confessed.

"You don't... you don't find me too intimidating, do you?" she worried, knowing her tendency to scare people off with her... Eloise-ness.

Phillip's brows knitted together in surprise. "No? Not at all. It's just... well, you were kind of right earlier about the whole me talking too much to plants and not enough with people. I have no idea how to go about even saying hello to a perfect stranger, let alone asking them what their name is."

"Eloise." she replied instantly. "I'm Eloise."

"Eloise." he tried the name in his mouth and a smile graced his lips.

"Does it suit me?" she asked him.

"It does." he nodded. "A beautiful name for the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

Eloise felt her chest tighten as she stared at him in amazement, never imagining anyone ever referring to her as the most beautiful woman they had ever met. That’s the time of lovey-dovey crap her brothers used on their partners - and yet here Eloise found herself, lapping up the lovey-dovey sentiment and wanting Phillip to continue telling her sweet nothings. She discovered she loved the feeling of butterflies giddily fluttering around in her stomach, she couldn’t fight the smile off of her face as she felt her cheeks rosying, and her chest tightened just from the way he regarded her. 

She didn’t even think as she dropped the book from her hand and stepped closer to him. Instinctively he pulled her against him, his own book hitting the floor in favour of his arms wrapping around her waist, her hands touching his neck and then their lips brushed together, testing the waters, getting a taste of what it felt like to be in each other’s embrace; before the kiss deepened, their passion sky-rocketing frantically as their hands travelled, caressing and groping and pinching and pulling at each other’s clothes...

And then half an hour later, the pair of them were stood outside on the steps having both just received a lifetime ban from the library for public fornication. They looked at each other, the other’s messed up hair and disheveled clothes reflecting exactly how the other currently appeared. 

"I, um... I don’t normally... do that." Eloise admitted - never had she got with someone outside of the bedroom before, let alone in a public area like a library. 

"Neither do I." Phillip replied. "I... normally, I’d ask you on a date, if you wanted."

"Definitely." Eloise’s eyes lit up excitedly. "Unless you just feel obligated -"

"Not at all!" he insisted and grabbed a hold of her hand, giving it a squeeze to assure her that he wanted far more than a spontaneous one-time hook-up in a library. "I really want to get to know you, Eloise."

"And I’d really like to get to know more of you, Phillip." she responded in earnest and clasped his other hand with hers. 

"Are you doing anything now?" he asked. "We could go for lunch if you wanted."

"We could... or we could go back to my flat, which is just around the corner, and pick up where we left off before we were disturbed," she offered, an eyebrow raised suggestively.

"Yes." Phillip practically jumped in his eagerness to answer her. 

Eloise quickly stole another kiss from him before she pulled him down the stairs and they rushed back to her flat where they continued to get to know each other for the rest of the afternoon.