Allies Pregnancy: The Start
Title: The Grape-Cigarette Tango
#4 Francis and François
Date When Baby Comes/Start: July 15th- April 1st
A lovely night it was in Paris, France. Just a stroll on the streets with the two Frenchmen who were talking and one of them smoking. Francis was going on a story about a time with his closest friends as François was just listing. Not much of a man of many words, but he enjoys Francis time. Even if he doesn't show it. They made it home as François opened the door like a gentleman, which Francis' eyes glint a little.
"What's this about?" Francis asked as he smiled and crock a brow.
"You have been feeling off lately, and I just want to show my affection tours you, amour" /Love/ François replied.
"Oh, aren't you trying to be sweet~," Francis said as he kissed François cheek. François blushed lightly as he took Francis' hands.
"And you should also be resting as I just remember," François added.
"You need to stop worry about small things, François," Francis sigh.
"I don't care," François said as he got Francis into their shared room, "The last thing I need is the plague to come again," Francis sighed off as he was tucked in bed.
"But can you at least stop worrying about me when you should get ready for the meeting in the next month," Francis reminded François. François grunt as he pulled out another cigarette and opened the window. Not want to make Francis be bothered by the smell of tobacco. As Francis looked at the other Frenchman, he was looking over at the frame and figure. A dark purple dress shirt, while François' hair is in a loses ponytail, it makes a nice view. Closing Francis eyes shut, François puff out the smoke and looked over at his lover. Feeling bad that his lover has been feeling crap and sickly this week. Sighing, François walked out of the room to get the stuff ready for the next meeting.
As he left and shut the door, Francis opened his eyes and smirked.
"Silly, 2p," Francis said to himself, "You're easy to be persuaded." Francis slowly got out of the bed as he went to the bathroom that is connected to their bedroom. Opening the door, Francis pulled out the pregnancy tests out from the cabinet. Thanks to a certain friend who gave them to him while François was taking a nap after watching an action/romantic/drama movie. And that friend was Oliver, which he told a small information that he's pregnant. And Francis had to show his way of congrats to the sweet Englishman. Waiting for the test to turn up, Francis started to ponder on his thoughts. If he's pregnant with François baby, then how will Francis tell him? Just go straight up tell him that he's pregnant with his child? No, too bland…
François walked out of the office room as he started to wonder if Francis is really sleeping. When he knocked on the door, François opened to see Francis laying in bed still. Having a soft smile on his lips, François walked over to kiss Francis sleeping form.
"You know," François started as he cuddles up to Francis, "I've been thinking about having a child together lately. Just you, me, and our little boy or girl with your locks and my eyes. And I was hoping maybe… we can have one now?" François started to kiss down at Francis but… something felt weird… very weird.
"You enjoying that pillow, over there?" Francis asks as he leans in the doorway of the bathroom. François got up as he looks at Francis on how did he get there.
"You-?"
"And I heard what you said about the baby thing…" Francis said as he blushed.
"You did?" François asked, "And… how do you feel about having it?"
"Well…" Francis started as he rubs his shoulders and walks over to François, "It would be scary to see until birth comes… but I think we should call our baby either Luna or Artjom," As François hears this… it started to make him question about-...
"Are your… pregnant?" François asked with a hint of hope. Francis pulled out the pregnancy test as he shows it to François and had a slight smile on his face.
"Positive,"