Arthur's day was full of tedium. His usual hobbies were lacking excitment and now seemed almost trivial. After the children had been dropped off at school, Francis rushed home to gather his essentials for another day at work. The French man was already running late, meaning he had to skip out on Arthur's 'beautifully cooked' breakfast...again...

Arthur couldn't complain. Francis did work deligently 10 o'clock to 2 o'clock, 5 days a week, with weekends off and earn a more than gracious pay, at a job that he loved. However, due to his working hours running through the middle of the day, the two of them struggled to spend time with one another, which all couples should be able to do regularly. Arthur's dreams of becoming an author died gradually after he had Alfred and Matthew, his new ambition was to be a responsible and reliable 'mother' to his two children. So while Francis was being industrious and Alfred and Matthew stayed at school learning, Arthur enjoyed his own company...like he did every other day.

As the clock struck quarter past two, the jingle of keys sounds from outside the front door. After several clicks of the lock, it was eased open, revealing a toned figure in a black and white suit. Upon hearing the latch shut, indicating the door had closed fully, Arthur emerged from the living room, a welcoming smile filling his face.

"Hello Francis~" Arthur stated warmly, approaching the well dressed man, who allowed his soot black bag to slump to the ground. Francis lowered his brows and bared a pearly white smile.

"Good afternoon, cheri." He replied adoringly, slipping his two hands around the slim Brit's waist and planting sensitive kisses along Arthur's neck line, making his way up to his lovers lips at a leisurely pace. Once the taller mans lips delicately overlapped his partners, Arthur's fingers grasped gently at Francis' long, golden locks, running his hands through his hair smoothly. They parted reluctantly then Arthur cupped the other's bristley chin, keeping their foreheads touching. With a solicitous sigh, Arthur spoke inquizitively.

"How was work?"

"Physically draining...as usual." Huffed Francis, allowing Arthur to slacken the tie around his throat. With sympathy, Arthur's bottom lip stuck out and Francis shrugged his exhaustion off. "How was your day?"

Arthur opened his mouth to speak, until the words vanished on his tongue. "Boring...as usual." He mumbled, his exhale exaggerated. "In fact, that brings me onto something I'd like to discuss." Lacing their fingers together, Arthur led Francis to the living room, where he was previously indulging in one of his mystery novels before the French man had returned home. Collapsing onto the couch, the couple shuffled close. "Francis, do you remember the years together before we had kids?"

"Of course. They were some of the best years we've ever shared." Francis said nodding his head.

"Well...would you say, now that we're parents...our love and sex life has...detearearated? R-Recently, we haven't done anything affectionate. We can't go on dates, because they turn into family outtings. We barely spend time throughout the week, as you're at work. And we can't risk having sex in the house anymore whether it's first thing in the morning, or late at night. Alfred and Matthew are at that age where they are needy and curious, thus we have trouble having alone time." Arthur flushed a soft red and he averted his green gaze.

"I-I do believe that we aren't as 'adventurous' as we once were. But that's not because we don't want to, it's because we simply cannot. I feel the same way Arthur, but I can't cut work, or I'll get fired." Francis speech stumbled, as he aggreed with his partner. Arthur drew close to him, resting his head in the crook of Francis' neck. His voice was quiet.

"I just want that chance...to do all the loving things we used to do. Although we are parents, that doesn't mean we don't get the oppertunity to have fun."

"Hey, how about I treat you tonight then?" Francis suggested, his hands caressing Arthur's right thigh.

"I-In what w-way exactly, Francis?" Arthur stuttered and his emerald eyes grew large and thick brows furrowed.

"A restaurant. Just me and you. I know a fabulous one in town."

"And the kids? What about the kids?" Arthur gritted his teeth together before scrunching up his nose. Francis' face went blank for a moment until he snapped his fingers.

"Uncle Antonio! Al and Matt love him!" Francis pointed out, the grin on his face growing. With a not fully satisfied stare, Arthur tilted his head.

"I guess we could give it a shot."