Arthur smiled at his sleeping lover and gently stroked his hair. Francis had had a rather rough night and needed all the sleep he could get at the moment. The bedroom was quiet, save for the soft breathing of Francis. But another sound soon brought Arthur back to reality. He planted a kiss to Francis's cheek and slid from the bed and to his feet. After straightening out his pajamas, he went around the bed and to the small bassinet on Francis's side of the bed. And inside this bassinet, were two pink faced newborn baby boys.

Francis and Arthur had started their relationship together about ten or so years ago. There was plenty of controversy and doubt that the relationship would work. Especially after the wars and hardships they had experienced. Arthur had trouble letting others into his heart, and Francis could never forget his previous lover, the Joan of Arc, who had been killed by Arthur's men. But they wanted to move past all of this and start anew together. And they were able to make it work. The two elder men, after having been married for about a year, had talked about starting a family together. And God seemed to listen to their prayers for a happy family. Because about two months after first trying to conceive, Francis became pregnant with twins.

In the beginning, the symptoms defiantly tested their patience. Arthur had read that the first trimester was the hardest. Well that was defiantly the case for Francis. Morning sickness, headaches, a sensitive sense of smell, fatigue, mood swings, the whole kit and caboodle. Francis had taken his anger out on Arthur more then once due to his frustration and unhappiness. He had turned into a rather unpleasant person during that time, and his decreased intake of food and moodiness had defiantly made his irritability worse. Bur after the tenth week, things defiantly settled down, and Francis was much more comfortable and content.

The rest of the pregnancy went on without a hitch, and on a hot summer night, Francis delivered Alfred and Matthew in the comfort of his own bed. The delivery had taken hours upon hours and defiantly wore him out. But it was all worth it once they had heard that first healthy cry, which was followed by the second baby's cry a few moments later. And after giving the two children plenty of love and helping them settle to sleep, Francis had been out like a light and slept like a rock for the first time in months.

Arthur reached in and pulled the two bundled up baby boys from the bassinet. The elder twin, the one they had named Alfred, was cooing softly and reaching up for Arthur. The younger one, who had been named Matthew, had his fists up to his chest and was fussing. Arthur chuckled and leaned forward a bit so Alfred's hands could brush against his cheek. He kissed the tiny hand that was upon his cheek, making Alfred coo a bit in response. Then he planted a kiss to Matthew's forehead. "Hey now. What's the matter poppet?" But of course, Matthew didn't answer his father, instead choosing to fuss once more. "Do you want to see your other father?" He asked, rocking him gently. He looked back to the bed. Francis was beginning to stir a bit. He would likely want to see the twins now. Arthur approached the bed and stood next to Francis's side. A moment later, Francis's blue eyes opened, looking up at Arthur.

"Arthur.." He yawned. It was still a bit new to Arthur, seeing Francis without his baby's belly. He was back to his old, thinner self once again.

"How are you feeling love?" Arthur asked, leaning down to plant a kiss to his forehead.

"Well better then last night." Francis chuckled. He sat up, leaning against the headboard. He held out his arms. "Let me see my handsome little boys." He requested. Arthur nodded and kneeled by the side of the bed. He placed a baby in each of Francis's arms, and used his own arms to held him hold them up. Francis examined each babies face with a smile.

"Allo mon petites." Francis cooed. "Papa is so happy to meet you two. Oh you are so beautiful." He leaned over and kissed each of their little foreheads. Alfred let out a happy noise, while Matthew squirmed, not liking the feeling of papa's beard. He soon began crying aloud, his tiny fists balled. "Oh, papa is sorry little one. Please don't cry." He shushed as he bounced the sobbing child. Arthur took Alfred into his own arms as Francis comforted Matthew. "There there petite. It's okay."

As Francis comforted Matthew, Arthur examined the baby in his own arms. His hair was a darker blond like Arthur's. But his eyes were a bright blue, just like Francis's. And based on those chippy sounds he was making, he had Francis's spirit as well. Whilst the younger twin had a lighter shade of blonde hair and violet eyes. He resembled Francis quite a bit. Arthur sat down on the edge of the bed, cradling the baby in his arms as Matthew's cries died down and became mear hiccups.

"We've done it Francis." Arthur said with a happy sigh. "We've finally made a family of our own. One made from our love." Francis smiled softly back at his lover.

"There is no one I'd rather have a family with then you." He returned. Arthur leaned over and planted a kiss on Francis's forehead tenderly.

"Ah!" Alfred cried out, surprising the two new parents.

"Ah, but of course. We haven't forgotten about you pet." Arthur chucked as he kissed Alfred as well, and then Matthew.

"I'm so happy Arthur." Francis said softly. "A new family..it's going to bring about some new challenges. You realize this right?"

"I do." Arthur returned. "But..as long as your by my side..I feel like I could take on the world." When Francis smiled, Arthur blushed a turned his head. "W-What I mean to say is that-!" Francis shushed him before he could say anymore.

"I do too Arthur. I have something very important to protect. Three important things I mean. I promise I'll do my best to be the father that these boys deserve." Francis promised.

"Yes. And..and I will too."

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