This drabble was wrote for thelightningstrike's fragment challenge on HPFC. Not beta-read, please excuse any possible mistake. The tittle is a French expression used when people both work and live together.
They used to work together. Dennis and Gabrielle had both a passion for journalism, for knowing things, for investigation.
He was a photograph, she was a writer. Their pairing always worked, in their life like in their job. Until, that fateful day. From this June afternoon, their boss decided that they would work on separate cases :
It was a very important day at the ministry. There was a ceremony in honour of the new minister. Like in all the inductions of ministers, the speech was followed with a magic moment, when all the workers of ministry waved their wands and gold sparks illiminate the hall. It was the best moment for taking the picture.
"You shouldn't have come, love." Dennis Creevey said to his wife.
"I'm five month pregnant, not sick." She answered, smiling at him."And you should pay attention to the ceremony, the speech is almost over. You will have to take the photo." She whispered and continued writing on her pad. He yawned.
After two minutes, she spoke again.
"The baby moved! Den! The baby moved!" Gabby whispered to her husband, taking his hand and placing it on her belly. The baby kicked, again.
He smiled at her, forgetting the ceremony.
And he missed the photography. But it was definitely worth it.