A/N. This continues from other stories, The Experiment, Romance and Lord Kirkland, and The Babymaker. This is the first chapter in the series, look out for Feliciano and Ludwig's son Floreat Beilschmidt and also Gilberts son with Roderich, Romeo Beilshmidt. Please leave a reveiw, if you like the idea, or if you have some suggestions.


As time went by, Arthur and Francis were bringing up their baby daughter Brittany, and she was a beautiful green eyed little girl, with hair just like Francis' and in her face, you could see the features of both her parents. Thankfully, or so Arthur thought, her eyebrows weren't exactly like his. She had started off with blue eyes just like her Papa France, but they soon changed to green, and it is a little-known fact that all babies are born with blue eyes, and their colour is determined later. Brittany had developed the greenest eyes, just like her Papa England.

Arthur was the one who worked the most whilst Francis spent most of his time looking after their little girl, but the Englishman would take a lot of time to be with her, as she was his precious little flower, or so he called her. Soon the mansion in England was a warm and cared for home once again, as it was what Arthur and Francis wanted for their daughter. Arthur went back to inventing things, and finally came up with some useful inventions which sustained their income. Things were going well for the Kirkland-Bonnefoy family. They had contemplated having more children and decided that they would but not straight away.

Francis was a little tired through. Taking care of little Brittany could be exhausting and he was sometimes up all night feeding her or changing her or dealing with her colic. Arthur helped of course but Francis was her main caregiver.

One night. Arthur was asleep in bed whilst Francis was seeing to little Brittany. He finally got her down to sleep but it was so exhausting, and he stood at her cot, looking down at her tiny body. It had taken so long to get her down, and as he was leaving the room, she started wailing again.

"Oh, Brittany why must you whine like your Father?" he groaned and went back to her.

Arthur heard him and chuckled, and then thought Francis deserved some sleep so he got up to take over.

"You should go to bed my love, and let me take care of her for a while… hm?"

Francis hugged his neck and handed their squawling little bundle to him to hold. "I thought you would never ask…" he groaned. "Good luck… she's got colic or something…" he mumbled.

Arthur kissed him and held him too for a moment. "You get some sleep." he whispered. "I love you…"

Francis gratefully went to bed whilst Arthur rocked little Brittany in his arms. He was so tired he felt like he could just fall asleep, and that was exactly what happened as soon as his head hit the pillow.

For Arthur this was what he wanted all his life, and Francis had given it to him. A warm home with a little family, there could be nothing better, so it didn't matter if she cried or needed anything or whatever, for she was their little girl, and his precious flower.

Soon the baby girl fell asleep in her Daddy's arms and he gently put her down into her cot and covered her up. Taking a couple of minutes just to look at her, the small miracle that she was, he felt an overwhelming protective urge overtake him.

"Nothing in this world is ever going to hurt you Brittany…" he whispered. "Nothing in the world… I'll make sure of it."

His eyes filled with tears, not of sadness but just for overwhelming love and that strong protective feeling, for she was so tiny and vulnerable. He wanted to do everything for her and everything for Francis, so that both of them, his spouse and his baby girl, would have the best of everything.

When he got back to bed, Francis was fast asleep, so Arthur crawled in and wrapped his arms around him, spooning him.

"She's asleep…" he murmured, whether or not Francis could hear him. "She's such a beautiful little thing… I will do everything to make sure she had a good l..life…" he sniffed and wept into his pillow, unaware that although Francis was mostly asleep, he could hear him. "And I'll never let anything bad happen to her… or to you…I love you so much…" he whispered.

Francis couldn't help it, he turned around to face Arthur and wiped his tears from his eyes. "Je t'aime aussi…" he whispered, feeling that flutter of love in his chest for Arthur. "The same goes for me, I will protect her and you for the rest of our lives." he whispered. "Why the tears Mon Cher?"

"I'm not sad or anything… just…overwhelmed with it all…" he whispered. "Thank you for giving me a beautiful daughter." he said and paused. "I wonder how she will grow up? I hope she has a good life…"

"Hmmm…" sighed Francis as he cuddled up to Arthur, resting in his husbands protective arms. "You could find out if you…got that time machine of yours working again…" he mumbled as sleep finally took him. Arthur stroked his hair and kissed his forehead, also letting sleep take him, but then he opened his eyes again. Francis was right, he could see her future, he could make sure she was going to be alright, and all it would take, would be to fix the machine, and maybe with a new algorithm he could program it to take him into the future.

That night he got absolutely no sleep whatsoever, laying awake, cuddling Francis and thinking about what he could do about the machine. He still had all the parts, and the machine was partly assembled in the lab in the basement, and he could do this. Yes there might be some danger attached to this but he was thinking of how to get round any problems. He felt like he owed it to his family to protect them from anything that might hurt either of them, and so he was justifying his idea to go into the future, find out what was going to happen and then if anything was wrong he could make changes so it wouldn't happen. Surely one could change the future right? Surely it was only the past that could not be changed? What if the future could not be changed, then what? All these questions were running through his head as well as algorithms and equations as to how he could adapt the machine to take him into the future and return him to his own time unharmed. As dawn appeared on the horizon he realised he had to do this, and he made up his mind to work on the machine after breakfast that very day.

To be continued…