Francis was in the middle of making crepes when he heard shrill crying.
"Courcil is awake," he whispered to himself.
He turned the stove off, slightly annoyed, and walked into the room Courcil was crying in.
"Oh Courcil," he said with a sweet smile as he picked up his son. "You need to be quiet. We don't want to wake votre mère up."
His son smiled at him and slowly started to calm down and fall back asleep.
Francis was proud of his ability with kids and carried the boy into the living room to put him in the travel crib.
If he started crying again, it would be much easier to take care of him.
Before he left, he walked over to the other the other crib to check on his other son.
Peureux was also awake but he was simply laying still.
Francis decided that he should probably watch the other boy too.
He scooped Peureux into his other arm and walked out the door.
"You two stay quiet now," he said as he laid them in the travel crib.
He walked back into the kitchen and finished making his crepes.
Setting them on a tray that already had orange juice, a couple scones, and a small rose, he left the kitchen.
He started up the stairs and gently knocked on his bedroom door.
No one answered him so he opened the door and looked in.
Arthur was still asleep.
Francis laughed quietly and crossed to his side.
He laid the tray on the bedside table and gently shook his husband's shoulder.
Arthur slowly opened his eyes to look at him.
"Joyeux anniversaire, Angleterre," he said sweetly.
Arthur blinked in confusion until he was fully awake.
"What?"
Francis sighed.
"Happy birthday."
"Oh. Thanks."
Arthur smiled weakly and Francis looked concerned.
"Are you okay?"
Arthur nodded.
"I'm still recovering. That's all."
Francis didn't believe him and was about to protest, but Arthur noticed the tray.
"What's that?" he asked as he pointed to it.
"Hmm?" Francis turned to see what Arthur was looking at. "Oh! Zat's for you."
He picked the tray up and set it on Arthur's lap.
"Breakfast in bed?"
Francis nodded happily.
"Oui, mon cher."
"You know I disapprove of eating anywhere other than the dining room or the breakfast nook."
Francis frowned.
"I'm aware, but today is your birthday so I wanted to treat you." Francis brushed Arthur's bangs out of his eyes. "Plus you're been rather tired lately so I didn't want you to use too much energy."
Arthur blushed at Francis's thoughtfulness.
"Thank you."
Arthur picked up the fork and started to eat the crepes.
Francis watched him and saw his hand shake as he brought the fork up to his mouth.
"Arthur," he started as he peered into the beautiful green eyes. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
"Mon ami, your hand is shaking."
Arthur looked down at his hand.
"So it is."
"What is it?"
"That pregnancy wasn't easy. It weakened me a lot. Plus, on top of that it was twins. It's just going to take me a while to regain my strength."
Francis nodded.
"Okay. You don't react well with aneszesia either."
"Exactly. I'll be fine in a couple months."
"D'accord. For now I'll help you."
He picked up the fork that Arthur had abandoned and cut his crepe for him.
"Open up."
Arthur opened his mouth and Francis fed him the food.
"I'm going to be taking care of all of your needs until you can do it yourself."
"But what about Courcil and Peureux? Are you just going to ignore them?"
"Of course not! I'm going to take care of everything."
"Can you bring them to me?"
"If I bring zem, can you hold zem?"
Arthur nodded.
"You can sit with us if you want," he suggested.
Francis shook his head.
"If you say you can manage, I shall trust you."
Arthur smiled.
"Thank you. Merci."
Francis smiled as well. He loved it when Arthur spoke his native language.
He walked back down the stairs and entered the living room.
Peureux was still awake and watched him approach.
His brother had also awoken but he was still quiet.
"Bon garcons," he said as he beamed at his sons. "You were calm while I was with votre mère. He's not feeling too good." He reached into the crib and picked up the boys. "Let's go see Mamon."
A faint smell reached his nose.
"I shall change your first zough."
He walked into the boys' room and quickly changed them.
"That's better."
He made sure he was holding the boys safely then started the trek back up to Arthur.
Arthur smiled at him when he walked in with the babies.
"Thank you, amour."
Francis blushed slightly; something he hardly ever did.
Arthur held his arms out.
"Can you bring them over here?"
Francis nodded and crossed to stand next to him.
He gently laid both of the boys on Arthur's lap and watched him carefully lift them into his arms.
"I just changed them and they don't need to eat for a couple hours so they should be fine."
"Thank you Francis."
He looked down at his sons and smiled.
"I'll leave you guys alone," Francis said as he headed towards the door.
He winked and returned to the kitchen; he had pans to wash.
After about half an hour he heard a thud.
'I wonder if something fell over?' he wondered.
He shrugged it off and returned to cleaning.
The dishes were done and the laundry was folded and he was currently finishing changing the sheets in the cribs.
A faint crying reached his ears and he turned.
"Why is Courcil crying? He should be fine. And if he wasn't Arthur would have let me know."
He set the sheets on top of the bars of the crib and headed to his room.
"Is everzing okay?"
He peeked into the room and screamed.
Arthur was on the ground and blood was streaming out of his mouth.
His eyes were closed and he appeared to be unconscious.
"ANGLETERRE!"
AN: So the babies haven't been named yet. (Mostly because I like to call them 'courcil' and 'peureux')
Just so you know, this is only a couple weeks after the babies were born...I have no idea when Arthur's birthday is but that doesn't matter!
And oh mah gosh! Arthur!
XD
See ya soon!