I really struggled to categorise this. It's basically FACE but is still morphing and I'm not sure what the main pairing will be in the end, there'll probably be a few of my favourites :3 hope you enjoy x

Francis thought his heart had stopped as the bushy eyebrowed doctor told him the news. What should have been one of the happiest days of his life was now the worst. His wife, his Jeanne, dead… how could she be dead? His last memory of her was her screaming with agony, being rushed into the emergency room and as he tried to join her, the doctor told him to stay outside. She hadn't wanted him in the room with her, being always composed and quiet, she didn't want him to hear her in pain nor see her having an operation to have the baby, she thought he'd be ashamed of her for not being able to naturally give birth. He never could make her realise that didn't matter, that he loved her more than any love he thought possible and that nothing could change that, she forever wanted to be the perfect person. She was perfect to him from the first day they'd met.

It was at university. Francis was dragging his friends out for a night out in town and she was sitting alone at the bar, a smile forced on her face as if she was waiting for someone. Francis was good with body language, and knew that she was alone that night. He'd sat next to her and smiled at her, asking if she'd like another drink. Gilbert and Antonio soon noticed he was missing and joined them at the bar, drawing attention to them all but she smiled more naturally and it was the most beautiful smile Francis had seen. It lit up her face and he felt a blush on his cheeks at the sight.

They swapped numbers and because she wasn't too keen on his friends, that was her reason at least, the next evening he came alone and they ended up walking along the beach together and talking so freely with one another, that deep secrets were shared that hadn't been with anyone else. It wasn't long before they were a couple, and were the adorable pairing, the envy of everyone.

On their graduation day Francis proposed to her and she said yes with happy tears in her eyes, their friends clapping and whooping as they kissed as an engaged couple for the first time.

He felt fresh tears drip down his face as the memories took on a misty appearance in his mind's eye.

The doctor looked sympathetically at him as he said, "Mr Bonnefoy? I understand your pain but please hold your son. He needs you more than ever now."

"You killed her…you killed Jeanne…" he mumbled incoherently, feeling sick at being touched by this man. Francis was led into the room and almost fainted as he saw Jeanne under bloodied covers and somehow made it over to her, ignoring the crying infant in a nurse's arms next to him.

"Ch-cherie…ma femme…Jeanne…" he knelt to the floor at the side of her bed, taking her cold hand in his own and kissed her delicate fingers lovingly.

Before he new it, he was being forced to his feet, gently but firmly, and turned around to face his child.

"Oh mon bebe, d-de-desole," he sobbed, taking the child and holding him close to himself, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I love you so much. I love you Matthieu. I-" he looked at his little son properly and felt his already dead heart shrivel away. He looked so much like her…

Francis turned and caught himself staring at the sheet covering his wife and trembled with emotion, letting the nurse gently take the baby away just in time before he sunk to the floor and sobbed into his hands.

The doctor left the room then, searching for someone who could help this man better than himself.

After a few minutes, the bereavement counsellor gently pushed the door open and sat on the floor next to a still crying Francis, pulling him into a hug.

"You're being watched Mr Bonnefoy. A little baby is very excited to finally meet you." The nurse was crying silently at the scene and the counsellor nodded that she could take Matthieu to a different room and that they'd follow. She left obediently. "Let's get you up now to see him. Come on sir." Francis stood up shakily and a little whimper sounded involuntarily at the sight of his Jeanne under the sheet again.

Francis walked to the bed and wanted to pull her into a hug but was quickly stopped. "I-Im sorry but that's not the best idea. We haven't um, cleaned her up yet sir."

He shoved the counsellor away and pulled the sheet off Jeanne onto the floor.

The first thing he noticed was her face. She didn't look in pain and he thanked the lord for that. As his eyes trailed down her he saw the long incision where they had to get Matthieu from and he felt like he'd faint. So much blood…

Before he knew it, he was being led out the room.

"Non, one last kiss. Please let me-Jeanne! JEANNE JE T'AIME! " He broke down into heart wrenching sobbing again and the next time he looked up through vision not clouded by tears, he was in a smaller room with the baby, her baby.

"M-Mattieu," he took him from the nurse again and held him close, pressing a little kiss to his forehead, trying to ignore his own tears. Would he ever be able to smile again?