Valjean smiled as he walked through the town the next morning, Cosette swinging off his arm. He had left Javert in their bed, still sleeping, and collected their girl from Madame Nève. She had been cheerful and talkative.

He decided to get some fresh bread for their lunch before going back to get his omega up. The air was fairly warm, and the streets had flower buds dotted along. It was a beautiful spring morning. He would stop in the nearby school to enrol Cosette, and they could take a walk through the park to get home.

"Where is Father?"

"I believe he is still in bed." Flat out, it was likely. The man hadn't even stirred when Valjean got up and ready.

"Still? Why? It is such a lovely day!" Her blue eyes stared up curiously at him while she held his hand.

"Yes, but he works hard and doesn't get many days off."

"Can I wake him up when we get in?"

Valjean flushed, spluttered slightly, and choked out. "Not really, no." They might have cleaned up, but they had not dressed. The man would be completely bare under the blankets.

"Oh well. Will he be up for lunch? I want to tell him what I learnt yesterday."

"I will make sure he is up then." Javert could look after her for the day. He'd go to work and maybe they could bond a bit. "You can do something together this afternoon."

"Truly?" She was beaming at him widely, and his heart went out to her. Javert was right about him wanting children, but he did not need another. This one was perfect.

"Yes. I have to go to work, but he is off."

The girl happily laughed, and tried to bend his arm so she could swing off it again. He indulged her with a pleasant smile upon his face.

They reached the school, an old building with thick fencing around it and a long walk up to the entrance. The grounds were nice, and he could see a large group of children running about on the grass, in trousers rather than skirts for running- A bit odd, but at least they were allowed to work off their energy. A tall woman stood watching them with a soft expression.

As he made his way up the stairs into the school itself, Cosette's small hand slipped into his. She pressed close. He made his way over to the door with 'Office' inscribed on it and knocked.

"Yes?" A stern looking woman stood before him, she was a head shorter, with greying hair pulled back into a bun.

"I am Monsieur Madeleine; here to speak with Madame Fiore."

"Monsieur le Mayor, please do come in."

She stepped aside and, holding Cosette's hand tightly, Valjean stepped into the office. It was small, but bright, a large window on the southern wall. There was a desk; upon it were writing implements, papers and, interestingly, a large compass. A map of France was on the wall, beside a portrait.

The woman sat down behind the desk, and asked "Is this the child you wish to enrol?"

"Yes. Cosette."

"Cosette... Madeleine..." She spoke as she wrote. "You are her father, does she have a mother."

"This is my Papa, father is my father."

"Do not speak out of line, child."

"My apologies. She refers to my omega as father; that is what she means."

"That is fine, but as an omega he shall be put under mother. What is his name?" That sounded fairly amusing, but he did not try imagining Javert as a mother, with a babe in his arms, he could not hurt his omega, even with his thoughts.

"Javert."

"Baptism name, and does he have an occupation?"

"Luc and he is an inspector in the police." His omega hated his name; it was apparently his father's.

"Thank you. Monsieur, if you will just fill in the rest of these details, and I will show you around the school."

Valjean did so quickly, beside him, Cosette did not speak a word, apparently cowed by the woman's earlier words. He did not like to see it, but it was probably best if she learnt the rules of the school.

They set off to look around, it was not a terribly large school as it was just for girls, and not everyone sent their daughters to school, but it was bright and rather pleasant. It made Valjean wish he had attended school. He would have liked to be somewhere similar to this, to receive a proper education and to gain an ability to read stories, as well as hear them. Not that he hadn't loved to listen to his mother when she told them Bible stories, but after she died his sister did not do the same.

Afterwards, they headed back into the town, stopping at the bakery to buy a loaf of bread. He gave to coins for it to Cosette, who took the over to the table and carefully placed them down for the man. He scraped them up, thanked her and pulled a warm loaf from the shelf, wrapped it in a cloth and handed it to her.

She came back to him with a proud smile upon her face. He could not help but praise her.

They walked back to their home, chatting happily. The sun was shining and he could hear the birds singing. It was a shame he had to go to the office, but it would be for the best. Javert needed to bind to this little blonde angel.

"Javert?" he called out, as he entered, but there was no reply. "Is he still sleeping?"

"It is nearly noon!" giggled Cosette, the bright smile lighting up her features.

"Then I had better wake him up. Could you take the bread into the kitchen?"

"Of course, Papa. Would you like me to get some water from the well?"

"Only a little bit. We do not want to waste it." He did not really like her collecting water, but she had insisted yesterday morning that she could get it just fine and he did not need to worry.

He could not really help being protective.

He climbed the stairs quietly and went into the bedroom. Javert was on his front, pillow on the floor and his face buried in his arms. The beautiful curve of his back rose and fell gently in his sleep. Valjean stood and watched for a moment, feeling joyous that Javert was his.

He stepped over and pressed a hand to that bare back. There were scars on it, but the skin around them was soft. The alpha pressed a kiss onto his spine, then another, and then another...

He let his tongue move over one of the scars, and Javert's stirred slightly. He grasped the man's hip, and then slid the hand over his buttocks.

"Come now, my love. It is time to get up."

"Jean?" His omega's voice was a low rasp. It sent a shudder through him.

Valjean turned the other over and gathered him up in his arms, pressing little kisses over his face.

Javert snuggled into his chest and sighed.

"Come one, you need to get up."

"I will." Sighed Javert, but this time he raised a hand to rub at his eyes, weight still resting in his alpha's arms. "I'm awake."

Valjean leaned over him to kiss him. The sleepy eyed man was just so beautiful. Their lips slid across each other and Valjean moaned slightly. He rubbed his hands across Javert's bare flesh, before pulling back.

"Time for you to get dressed. I imagine Cosette will be back with some water by now and waiting for her lunch."

The mention of the child made Javert swing his legs off the bed and move to get dressed. Valjean smiled. His love was a wonderful parent, if only he could get over his concerns and accept he was managing fine. This afternoon would be what they needed. He was sure of it.

He kissed Javert again, once the man was dressed and downstairs. He kissed Cosette's head in farewell and grabbed his coat as he headed out, feeling a certain amount of hope.

He was looking forward to going home already.