Sunlight streamed through the window as he slowly opened his eyes and stretched. He blinked slowly, and sat up. Looking to his right, he saw that his love was still asleep, hair over his face.
Francis loved moments like this; Arthur sleeping, looking so peaceful and relaxed, brow not furrowed, not annoyed or upset with him or their boys, Alfred and Matthew.
He gently pushed the hair from Arthur's forehead and smiled lovingly.
The boys must still be sleeping, he thought, otherwise they'd be in their room waking them, jumping on the bed yelling for breakfast.
Francis chucked to himself and thought how wonderful these quiet moments are. There haven't been as many since they brought their boys home, now ages 4 and 5.
They were wild, rambuctious boys with minds and wills of their own.
Especially Alfred. He liked to run and tell them everything he knew about anything.
Matthew, on the other had, was sweeter, quieter, and calmer, but still could be talked into anything Alfred wanted him to do.
Not that it was hard to talk him into running or playing with his big brother. But Alfred usually was the instigator.
Francis chuckled again, thinking about some of the silly things Alfred has done, and how he tries to drag Matthew along with him. Just yesterday he found them in the back yard, sitting in a large mud puddle, covered head to toe. Arthur had gotten angry but Francis could hear the underlying amusement in his tone.
As Francis chucked to himself, he felt Arthur stir next to him.
"What are ou laughing about twit?" he said sleepily as he rolled over and smiled up at his husband.
"Thinking about our mischevious boys, mon ami," Francis replied, smiling as he leaned down and kissed Arthur.
Just at that moment, their door burst open and the two boys, giggling, ran into the room.
Alfred jumped on the bed and started to yell, "pancakes!" as Matthew stood at the foot of the bed hugging his stuffed polar bear.
Alfred looked down at his two dads and made a face.
"Ew! you were kissing! that's gross! I'm not ever gonna kiss anybody ever!"
Matthew swung his polar bear at Alfred and hit his leg.
"Dummy. people kiss somebody they love. and our daddies love each other. It's not gross."
Arthur smiled and pulled Alfred down to him and hugged him.
"Yes that's true! and we love you too." He planted a big kiss on Alfred's forehead and cheek.
"haha Alfred got kisses," Matthew said and danced around the room.
Francis went to him and scooped him up in his arms.
"And we love you too my little Mattheu!"and hugged and kissed Matthew as he squirmed and giggled.
"Haha Mattie got kisses too!" Alfred cried as he laughed and tried to pry Arthur's arms from around him.
"Ok boys let's go get breakfast," Arthur said as him and Francis headed for the kitchen.
"Yay!"Alfred Said loudly and ran in circles. "Pancakes! Pancakes!" he chanted.
Arthur and "Francis couldn't be happier with their family. Nothing could be more perfect than the Bonnefoy-Kirkland home.