6/5/13
Thanks for the support this ff has gained and I am glad people enjoy reading it!
Pheonixflames12 – Thanks so much I am glad you enjoyed that chapter! Thanks for the moral support urg there is just so much work to be done. 13 exams in 4 weeks; that's just not right!
Almost An Actress – I am guessing the cuddling met your expectations
Juliet116 – Courfeyrac does remember and all is fine! Thanks for your review
Strawberrybear – please don't die … I like my reviewers
From now on it will not have that much continuity between chapters: I am just writing as the cute fluff comes to me and they are more likes to be shorter drabbles of adorableness
This chapter is dedicated to Gavroche T as a replacement for a J/C one shot I should be writing her!
Chapter 3 – "A little ball of fluff and happiness!"
"Jehan, I'm home baby," Courfeyrac shouted while the discarded his stuff all over the entrance to their flat.
"Tidy up!" Jehan shouted and Courfeyrac replied with a roll of his eyes before picking all his stuff up and putting it in its appropriate places.
"I don't know why you insist on everything being so clean Jean," he shouted walking into their open plan living area.
"Because if I let you dump your stuff everywhere we will not be able to walk round the flat," Jehan argued and Courfeyrac had to agree. Jehan was sat cross legged in the centre of their second hand settee with pens and paper scattered around him; it was like a felt tip rainbow had exploded in their apartment. Courfeyrac stepped further in to the room cradling a medium sized box in his arms. "What happened in here?" he exclaimed while gesturing to the colour explosion. Pieces of paper were pinned to every wall with scribbles of poetry in multicolours scattered across them.
"I have a publishing deal … I need twenty new poems by the end of the week," Jehan smiled and Courfeyrac's grin grew even wider.
"That is wonderful," Courfeyrac exclaimed, hugging his boyfriend with one arm and holding the box in his other. "And it makes my present all the better," he chuckled and Jehan's eyes brightened.
"Present, what present?" he giggled, clapping eagerly. Courfeyrac gently passed him the mysterious box.
Jehan sat it on his knee and grinned as he pulled the tape off the top. Inside sat a little baby kitten. It had thick black fluff with four little white socks. His nose was a pure white that ran like paint down the front of his neck and settled as a pool on his belly. He sat curled up in the base of the box and started mewing at the grinning Jehan. "Robin … he is the cutest thing ever!" Jehan exclaimed slowly lifting the baby cat from the box and snuggling it to his chest. The kitten purred and buried himself in the neck of Jehan's overly large jumper. "Does he have a name?" Jehan asked with a giggle as the tiny whiskers tickled his neck.
"Nope you can name him whatever you want," Courfeyrac grinned. Jehan stared at the tiny cat and tickled him while he purred.
"Mozart," Jehan giggled.
"Mozart?" Courfeyrac asked and Jehan blushed.
"My old cat toy was called Mozart," Jehan murmured and Courfeyrac burst out laughing.
"That is adorable," he giggled, leaning in to kiss Jehan while avoiding the kitten that had taken up residence on the poet's neck.
"He seems to like me," Jehan grinned tickling the top of Mozart's head. The cat replied with an affectionate purr.
"Of course he does! It's a little ball of fluff and happiness and you practically radiate happiness," Courfeyrac chuckled and Jehan laughed.
"I love you," Jehan whispered kissing him but they were interrupted by impatient meowing, "Love you too Mozart!"