2.

Athos was leaning against the open front door of his house watching Sylvie kneeled down tending her garden. The children were inside taking their naps and with the door opened Athos would be able to hear if either one of them needed anything.

For now he quietly enjoyed watching the woman he loved doing her work.

He heard Sylvie giggling from her spot on the ground suddenly. Curious, he stood up straight and wandered over to her.

Upon close examination of Sylvie's opposite side where he previously did not have a clear view, an orange tabby was chasing a butterfly.

"We are not keeping that," Athos said firmly.

Sylvie brushed her hands together removing most of the dirt before standing up. "I doubt she'd care to stick around to be anyone's pet," she leaned up giving him a kiss. "

Athos wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close to him and pressing another kiss to her lips. "Raoul may ask you for a cat though."

Sylvie sighed leaning into Athos.

Athos sighed right along with her. Raoul could be persistent when he wanted something. Athos looked over Sylvie's shoulder looking for the cat, but not seeing it.