The Calm After The Storm

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Once Alf noticed that Jacob's eyes were slowly fluttering shut he stood up and led Jacob slowly down in his bed. 

"Go to sleep, I'll see you later bub." Alf said as he leaned down to kiss Jacob's forehead before sitting down beside him to rub his back. He continued to whisper similar things until he was sure Jacob was asleep. 

Alf stood up and walked out of the room, shutting the door slowly. Emily was just walking out of Daisy's room.

"How long was I in Jacob's room?" Alf asked in disbelief.

"A good hour or so." Emily told him as she walked back down the stairs.

Alf was in disbelief. He had walked into Jacob's room at roughly 7:30, he looked over at the huge clock they had in the hallway. 

8:47 it read.

"I guess it took him longer to fall asleep than I thought." Alf said as the husband and wife walked into their living room and sat down.

"What happened in there?" Emily asked quietly, cuddling up to her husband.

"He had a panic attack. I knew he had them before and so did you but I guess he didn't want us to know." Alf said as he slung his arm around his wife's shoulders.

"It was bound to happen at one point or another. Tell William, he and Kate are coming over when we go out for our anniversary." Emily told Alf.

It was their anniversary in just over a week and William and Kate had decided they wanted to look after Alf and Emily's children while they went out for the afternoon and night.

"That would be a good idea." Alf said. He knew what it was like to have a panic attack, so did William.

They had both had them after their mother had died in the car accident in Paris. Alf was near finishing Eton and William needed to get back to his studies. They got so stressed and couldn't cope. They had tried helping Harry through this time but clearly Harry had found a way that didn't work out so well for him in his later years.

Emily and Alf stayed cuddled for another hour before they decided it would be good to go to bed.

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The next morning Alf got up and decided to call his younger brother. He doesn't know why, but he just did.

"Hello?" The sound of Harry's voice came through the phone, he had clearly been awake for a few hours even though it was 8AM.

"Harry? It's Alf."

"Why are you calling me after what happened yesterday?" Harry said,it sounded like someone else was in the room with him from the tone of his voice change.

"I'm not allowed to call my younger brother now am I?" Alf said.

"No your not." Alf heard a female voice say before the line went dead.

Of course, Alf thought to himself, Meghan is changing him.

Alf decided to call his father, Charles.

"Hello?"

"Dad, It's Alf." Alf said into the phone.

"Oh Alf! Why are you calling me at eight in the morning?" Charles asked as he sat up straighter

"Two things, Meghan is changing Harry as I called him a minute ago and Meghan ended the call for him so abruptly." Alf said as he leaned back in his office chair.

"So she isn't good for him but he isn't seeing it? He is so blinded by love I swear." Charles said into his phone.

"Also Meghan almost caused Jacob to have a panic attack and he did have one a few hours later when I told him that I knew about the ones he had when he was in Eton." Alf told his father, sighing. His brother was totally blinded by love, anyone cold tell.

"Is Jacob alright?" Charles asked, concerned for the young boy.

"He will be. Can you tell William, I need to go. I hear the girls running down the stairs." Alf chuckled into the receiver.

"I will, now go see if my grandchildren are ruining the hallway." Charles said before he said his goodbyes.

Alf walked out of his office to be met with a small thud next to him. Faith had fallen down as she didn't realise Alf was in his office.

"What are you two doing?!" Alf chuckled as he picked Faith up from the floor.

"Tag!" Faith exclaimed as she ran after her sister again.

"Don't knock anything over this time!" Alf yelled to them as he walked back up the stairs.

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