Look at the two of you, dancing that way.
Francis watched as Gilbert and Matthew swayed delicately across the ballroom floor. It was their wedding, and just by looking at his son's face, Francis knew Matthew couldn't be happier.
Lost in the moment, in each other's face.
Francis held his breath, then looked down. His beautiful son, all grown up already, with a kid of his own. The thought itself was enough to make him wanna cry.
So much in love, you're alone in this place.
Francis bit his lip. Don't cry, Bonnefoy, don't.
Like there's nobody else in the world.
He looked at his son's smiling face. Man, he did look beautiful. It was…almost too much for the Frenchman.
I was enough for him, not long ago.
Francis closed his eyes and flash backs of Matthew's childhood came rushing at him.
I was his number one, he told me so.
Of Mattie riding on his first bike, cooking his first crepe (which soon became pancakes), asking for help with his math homework.
And he still means the world to me, just so you know.
And when Matthew would come crying to him because he fell down on his bike.
So be careful when you hold my boy.
One look at Matthew's face and the tears began rolling down his face.
Time changes everything, life must go on.
He tried to restrain the tears, but was unsuccessful. Dammit, shouldn't he be happy?
And I'm not gonna stand in your way.
What could Francis say? Truth was, no one was ever gonna be good enough for his Matthew.
I loved him first,
I held him first.
And a place in my heart,
Will always be his.
From the first breath he breathed,
When he first smiled at me.
I knew the love of a father runs deep.
And I prayed that he'd find you some day.
But it's still hard to give him away.
I loved him first.
Gilbert kissed Matthew's cheek, making Francis smile. The blushed that adorned his son's face was adorable.
How could that beautiful gentleman with you,
Looking at the floor and swishing his wine around in the glass, Francis sighed.
Be the same freckle faced kid that I knew?
Suddenly, Francis felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, seeing his other son, Alfred.
The one that I read all those fairy tales to?
"Hey Dad," Alfred said. Francis nodded to him, looking back down at his wine glass.
And tucked into bed all those nights.
"Mattie looks pretty cheerful, eh?" Alfred asked. Francis nodded again.
I knew the first time I saw you with him, it was only a matter of time.
"Gilbert'll take care of him, pops. Don't worry." Al said, sipping his own wine.
I loved him first,
I held him first.
And a place in my heart,
Will always be his.
From the first breath he breathed,
When he first smiled at me.
I knew the love of a father runs deep.
And I prayed that he'd find you some day.
But it's still hard to give him away.
I loved him first.
Francis made his way across the ballroom floor to the newly married couple and held out a hand. "May I cut in?"
From the first breath he breathed.
Gilbert smiled and stood aside, letting Francis take Matthew's hands and begin dancing.
When he first smiled at me.
"Hey, papa," Matthew said to his father, smiling.
I knew the love of a father runs deep.
"Bonjour, mon cher," Francis replied, tears running down his cheeks.
Someday you might know what I'm goin' through.
After dancing with his son, Francis walked to Gilbert and held out his hand. Gilbert took it and shook, smiling. Francis looked at the albino, then said what was on his mind all day.
When a miracle smiles up at you.
"I loved him first."