Francis and Arthur awoke bright and early the next morning so that they could prepare to enjoy a nice brunch with Mrs. Bonnefoy.

The mother wasted no time herself as she had already been waiting for the two boys in the kitchen. "Oh, don't you two look adorable in suits!" She gushed and gave both men a hug. "It's finally nice to meet you, Arthur." She greeted with a kiss to his cheek.

"It's nice to meet you, too… Mommy." He said with a wink.

It was well known that Mrs. Bonnefoy preferred people she was fond of to call her Mommy as opposed to her last name. She beamed and kissed them both again. "Oh, I was here early enough to run into Gilbert this morning. He tells me that you two found him a job! That's so wonderful of you."

Francis puffed his chest with pride. "Yup, my little Gil is growing up. By the way, mamma, how was he feeling this morning?"

The woman sighed. "It's no doubt that he's a broken man. Why, if I ran into Roderich myself, I would beat him with my cane. I've known Gilbert just as long as you have, so he's like a second son to me."

Francis chuckled. "Maman, everyone is like a second son to you. But I agree, Arthur and I have plans to confront Roderich ourselves later this week. Why I won't lie that Gilbert may come off as commitment phobic, a playboy, and a pervert, he truly has a heart of gold. If he was willing to show his vulnerabilities to that douche bag, and he broke his heart, that Austrian will be lucky if he leaves the confrontation with his jaw still intact."

The old woman looked as though she could have a heart attack. "Francis! I will not hear of you and Arthur fighting like street dogs! After all, fighting ruins your hair."

When they arrived at the restaurant, Mrs. Bonnefoy asked Arthur all sorts of questions about his life. Of course, Arthur left out the part that he was currently on the path of drug recovery, but he did mention that he and Francis worked in the same office, had a similar social circle, and of course, that they were now officially dating. Of course, Mrs. Bonnefoy never got tired of hearing that her son was finally serious about having a genuine relationship with someone that was not just about sex.

"Well, you two sure seem to be enjoying your mimosas." Chuckled the Brit as he noticed that both Francis and his mother were already on their second drink, and their meals had not arrived yet.

With a smirk on his face, Francis walked over to Arthur's chair and laid a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Well, it's certainly more fun when you chug them."

"What?! Are you suggesting I get drunk?" Arthur inquired as he playfully shoved the other man's chest.

The Frenchman chuckled. "Actually, that would be would hilarious."

The food came a few seconds later. Arthur ordered salmon, Francis had the eggs benedict, and Mrs. Bonnefoy decided to try a berry crepe.

"Oh, Francis, I hope you haven't been up to your old shenanigans and drunk sex." Laughed the woman.

"On the contrary," Her son began. "Arthur and I haven't even slept together yet."

His mother nearly chocked on her food. "You have had sex with every man that I have set you up with, and over half of them come crying to me days later because you haven't called them back yet."

The former playboy smiled and sighed deeply. "I was a different man, then. Dear Arthur and I are taking things slow."

The old woman beamed, pleasantly surprised with her son's rather mature choice of words. "You really must be something else, Arthur. Francis has never taken anyone seriously. Whatever you did to him, keep doing it. I want to see the two of you walk down the aisle one day."

Both men were now extremely flustered and were equally lost for words. "W-well, I won't deny that is a nice thought." Said the Englishman, now about to finish his drink. "Waiter, I think I might need another mimosa… make that two, please."

The fact that Arthur admitted that marrying Francis sounded like a nice idea boosted his ego a little too much. Now, he took sides with his mother and decided to make a few jokes at Arthur's expense. "So, darling, who wears the dress?"

If looks could kill, it would certainly be Arthur's death glare. "Francis. We haven't even slept together yet, don't make me threaten to withhold sex already."

Faking a pout, the blue – eyed man complied. "Dear, your food is getting cold. Here, I'll feed you." He scooched his chair over to Arthur's side of the table and used the knife and fork to cut a bite – sized piece of fish.

The Brit had still been rambling on and on about his threats to withhold sex. Then, without warning, Francis mischievously shoved the food into Arthur's mouth.

"There, that's good, hu?" Francis cooed.

Arthur took a moment to actually enjoy the food in his mouth. He chewed a few times, twirled the bits of salmon with his tongue, and swallowed. "Hey, that's much better than anything I've ever made in my life."

The curly – haired man chuckled. "That's because the English can't cook, maman. Arthur here thinks that everything he doesn't make tastes good."

The two shared a moment when their eyes locked for the first time. Sure, they've looked at each other before. In fact, almost every day at work. However, there was something about this moment that was entirely different from the rest.

Arthur had known this look only once before. Years ago, when he was young. He had only ever fallen in love with one man. He'd given his heart completely and had been given serious third degree burns to the heart.

Although, he figured it was about time he'd turn a fresh page. Francis had made room in his heart for Arthur, despite all of his flaws, cuts and addictions. He leaned over into the other man's embrace, and the two shared a sweet, tender kiss for the very first time.