Arthur smirked lightly as he leaned down to kiss his husband as he saw the longer haired male pout up at him.
Francis leaned forward and kissed the other man, eagerly, as he felt lips meet his.
The Frenchman sighed contently as he relaxed against the other man before he felt the stirrings of a kick in his belly.
Arthur smiled in amusement as their son shown up by their side.
"Daddy, is Mommy going to be okay?" Alfred asked, little hands clenching in nervous fists.
"Yes, he will be." Arthur smirked as he knew that was a new habit of Alfred's that Francis hated; Francis had insisted after all that Arthur was the 'mother' of Alfred, and so Francis should be 'Papa.'
Though when Francis had gotten pregnant, Alfred was almost two, and associated it as a 'mother' thing, and thus with help from Arthur began calling Francis, 'Mommy.'
Arthur hadn't been able to get their now two year old to call Francis, 'Mum' like he'd wanted him to sadly enough.
Francis rolled his eyes, "I'll be fine, mon cher."
Alfred crawled on top of Francis's lap and stared at his big belly in absolute wonder and bewilderment, "My little brother is growing in there?"
Of course, his curious statement was accented through a gentle poke to his 'father's' obviously pregnant belly.
Francis smiled softly, "Oui, your little brother, mon petit Mathieu is growing there."
Arthur stepped closer to crouch down by the other man as he watched the two of them and wondered whether Francis had felt this proud of Arthur and excited yet nervous as he did now.
What if something went wrong now?
His nerves melted away for another moment once Francis saw the expression in his husband's eyes and leaned forward to kiss it away.
Alfred naturally had to have the last say, "Ew, gross."
Francis only laughed at Arthur's pout at that, "I love you, Arthur."
Alfred curled up closer as he asked, "What will Matthew be like?"
"We don't know until he's here." Francis murmured, brushing Alfred's hair back with his hand as he considered the thought.
Alfred pouted, "Will he be like me?" Just seeing the shine light up Alfred's eyes at the thought caused Francis to smile.
"We'll see." Francis murmured, kissing his son's head as he watched Arthur's curious expression as he stared at Francis's stomach.
The Frenchman stood up, carrying Alfred with him to prepare lunch, under Arthur's worried protests of carrying Alfred being too much.
Francis smiled as he set Alfred down in the kitchen as Arthur picked up his son and cradled him close as if paranoid that his pregnant Beta husband may try to pick their son up again.
"I love you." Francis told him with a mischievous twinkle lighting up his eyes.
"I love you too." Arthur grumbled as he stared at his husband who looked absolutely amazing in an apron and while being pregnant; he still wondered how he'd gotten so lucky to have met this man and married him despite how insufferable he could be at times.