Francis Bonnefoy couldn't understand just what was so maddening about that woman, but she was just so aggravating sometimes. Even so, he loved her with an undying passion. His girlfriend, Amelia Jones, was his world. There was no mistaking that.

Even on days when he felt like giving up on her and just forgetting all of the history and chemistry that they shared, he still heard that tiny voice in the back of his head say, "But you love this woman." And damn right he did. He loved her with every bone in his body, and he just wished he had a way of making that clear to her every moment of every day.

"Francis!" Amelia yelled from their living room. "What do you mean you didn't pay the internet bill on time?"

"I completely forgot the other day while we were out," Francis calmly told her. He put on his shoes as he spoke. "I'll go and pay it now." He didn't understand why she was so angry and moody these past few weeks, but she was starting to get out of hand, and he didn't like it one bit.

It started out with her crying over random things, like one time it was her crying over her dropping a bowl of olives and them rolling onto the floor. She had cried for nearly an hour, even after Francis had cleaned them up. Then just that past week, she had slipped and fallen on the ice outside of their apartment building, not even stopping her crying until about an hour later when Francis had not stopped cuddling her for nearly forty-five minutes. He was about down to his last straw.

Francis had decided that when he got back from paying the internet bill, he was going to have to have a long talk with her about what the actual hell was going on. Everything was just getting ridiculous to him. It wasn't like he was going to break things off with her, but he was just getting tired of having to walk on eggshells around her. Even if he never did anything wrong to her, it was still always his fault in some way, shape, or form, and he was sick of it!

When he got back, Francis sat back on the couch next to Amelia and sighed. "Darling, what are you doing?" he asked, noticing that she was sitting back and grabbing her toes.

"The TV told me that this is good for me," Amelia answered.

"Amelia, if the TV told you to jump off of a bridge, you'd probably think it was a good idea," Francis sighed. He plucked her fingers off of her toes. "Mon cher, we need to talk."

Her aqua eyes widened with a hurt expression. "Those are four extremely hateful words, Francis," she softly said. "What are you trying to say? Are you breaking up with me?" She stared up at him as her eyes teared up. "Francis Bonnefoy, you can't break up with me! You just can't!"

"What are you thinking?" Francis asked her. "I wouldn't dream of breaking up with you. What's with the sudden panic, Amelia? Is everything okay?"

She blushed and looked away. "Francis, there's a lot going on right now with my body," she softly told him. "A lot that I didn't truly understand until I saw a doctor last week."

His blue eyes widened in panic. "Are you okay? Amelia, please tell me what's wrong. Perhaps I can help."

Amelia angrily crossed her arms. "Oh, believe me, you've done enough," she grumbled to him. "Trust me on that one."

"What are you talking about?" Francis asked. "I don't understand. Please help me to understand what you mean."

She glared at him as her words came out ice cold. "I'm pregnant, you idiot."

He sat back, completely stunned. "You're what?" he asked, head spinning with thoughts and jumbled words. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. "I'm going to be a father?" His mind was stuck on an endless loop of her small announcement as every strange behavior of hers lately suddenly began to make sense inside of his head. "So that's why you have been acting so strangely."

"I've been acting strangely?" Amelia asked him. "I have?"

"Amelia, you cried over spilling a bowl of Olives a couple weeks ago," Francis told her. "Darling, how far along are you?"

She blushed. "I'm about two months along." Her aqua eyes looked up at Francis. "I didn't want to tell you because I was so embarrassed."

"That's nothing to be embarrassed about," Francis quickly told her. "Pregnancy is wonderful news!" He grabbed her hands and kissed them happily. "Amelia, you are a goddess! You are carrying a child inside of you! You are amazing! Not even I could ever do something like that!"

Amelia smiled. "You really think so?"

Francis smiled. "I know so." He then leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Amelia Eleanor Jones, I love you more than I've ever loved anything on this earth. I will take care of you and our unborn child for as long as I shall live."

She grinned. "I would love that, baby." Her lips found his once more as she kissed him happily. "I would love that."

He smiled as he kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist and drawing her into his lap. He kissed her with all he had. His heart was pumping and racing. He had never been more in love with this woman than at that moment, knowing that his child was inside of her, and that she was doing well.

"So what now?" Amelia asked once their kiss had ended. "What should we do to prepare for the baby?"

"Everything," Francis said, smiling. "And nothing at the moment. Just let me cuddle you and congratulate you so far on a job well done."

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Four Months Later

Amelia smiled at Francis as they looked around the baby nursery that they had set up together. "It looks perfect," she said, leaning against her boyfriend. "Just like the one in the magazine." She sighed happily. "Everything is falling into place." She placed a hand on her pregnant belly, smile growing wider as she felt her baby kick. "Just think, he'll be here before you know it!"

Francis grinned widely. "I know! I can't wait!" His smile could barely fit on his face. "I'm so excited to meet my son!"

"You and me both, Francis," Amelia assured, rubbing her stomach. She smiled and kissed Francis's jaw. "It's almost as if our little boy can't get here fast enough. I can't wait for our little Elliot to get here either."

Francis sighed out happily. "Elliot is such a wonderful name for our son. Elliot Bonnefoy."

"I agree," Amelia said, humming out with a sigh of contentment. "It's perfect for him."

The Frenchman placed a hand on his girlfriend's pregnant belly, smiling when he felt a small kick against his hand. "This is like a wonderful miracle," he softly said. "I can't believe that in a matter of months I'll have a son. It's just unbelievable. I'm so happy right now."

She smiled and looked around the baby blue nursery once more. "It's so wonderful," she agreed with a nod. "I'm just so happy that I could scream."

"Please don't," Francis laughed. "The neighbors would freak out. You know them."

Amelia giggled. "I was just saying."

"I know," Francis said with a chuckle. "I was just saying as well. God, I love you." He kissed Amelia's cheek, blushing when she blushed. "Amelia, I'm so happy that you're the mother of my unborn child. I'm glad it's you and no one else."

"Same here," she softly said, smiling. "I'd never want to be the mother of anyone else's."

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Three Months Later

Amelia and Francis were sound asleep one night when Amelia started feeling pains in her stomach that woke her with a start. She clutched at her stomach and instantly knew what it was. She shoved and kicked lightly at Francis until she woke him up.

"Francis," she said as she woke him. "Francis, we need to go! The baby! It's Elliot!"

Half-awake, Francis opened his eyes. "What is it? What's wrong with Elliot?"

"He's coming!" Amelia said, clutching at her stomach. "Elliot's coming! We need to get to the hospital!" She cried out in pain as she was hit by a contraction. "I'm going into labor! We need to get to the hospital, Francis! The baby is coming!"

Francis's eyes suddenly went wide. "The baby is coming?" He was instantly awake.

"Yes, that's what I've been trying to say, you moron!" Amelia yelled at him, tone pained.

Francis jumped up from his bed and grabbed her overnight bag that they had packed for this occasion and hurried to the side of the bed to help Amelia. As he led her to the door, he simply turned to her, pecked her cheek, and said, "After you."