Authors note: I'm so sorry I took so long to update this story. I had completely forgotten about it until tonight. I hope to update more regularly than once every two years, otherwise this story will never end. As always, helpful criticism and feedback is appreciated.

Esmeralda recalled the night she had spent with Quasimodo fondly. His expression when he crashed into her dressing tent the day before was one she would never forget. Quasi was so sweet and embarrassed. Shamefully she remembered the horrified expression on her own face when she tried to remove the mask, that was his face. The whole day was an emotional disaster. Watching the guards and crowd taunt him had been too much for her. The chase that ensued, after rescuing poor Quasimodo, was exhilarating. It had ended poorly with her trapped inside the cathedral. However, it was in that cathedral that she had forged a life long friend.

In the bell towers of Notre Dame Esmeralda listened as Quasi told her the story of how Frollo had rescued him as a baby, and how he had raised him. Breaking her heart, Quasimodo expressed his belief that he was a monster. She had explained how she could tell there was no monster inside of him, but he didn't believe her. It all happened so had leaned over and kissed him. Quasimodos inexperience was obvious. The awe and confusion on his face had prompted her to kiss him again, eventually he kissed her back. All the pent up emotions from the day came out in their kisses. She held his face in her hand as she tried to show him that he was not a monster. He timidly wrapped his arms around her and she let her feelings lead. Leaning into his embrace, she let her own hands tug at his tunic. She removed her own shirt and hip scarf. Taking his trembling hands in her own soft brown ones, she guided him and showed him how to touch her. Swiftly removing any remaining clothes they found comfort in each other's embrace.

It was a pleasurable night for both. His sweet inexperience was exactly what she had needed after a long day of heavy emotions. Having him help her escape had never been a motive of her plan, but when he offered she gladly accepted. She never regretted their one night together. He had never mentioned it and she had never dared to either. It was a secret just between them. She had been his first, she was also the first person to look at him and tell him he was not a monster. She knew he had feelings for her, but he had never interfered with her relationship with Phoebus. If the baby was Quasimodo's child, how would she tell her husband? How would she tell Quasimodo? Would she need to or would their baby take after it's father's appearance?