A/N: I'm not feeling so well. ):
"P-Papa? A-Are you awake?"
"Hmm, Mathieu?"
"P-Papa, I had a b-bad dream. C-Could I sleep with you and Arthur?"
Francis sat up in bed, shaking Arthur's shoulder, waking him. "Come 'ere, mom petite."
"What is it, frog?" Arthur spat through a yawn.
Francis elbowed him. "Mathieu had a nightmare." He picked Mathieu up and set the small boy between them. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"I-I dreamed that you and Arthur forgot about me." Matthew hugged both men. "I was calling to you both but you didn't notice me and only kept playing with Alfred."
"Cher, we'd never forget about you." Francis ran a hand through the boys hair. "It was only a dream."
"Yeah. Stiff upper lip, lad." Arthur added before falling back asleep.
Mathieu looked at Francis.
"Don't worry, Cher. He's just tired. And you should go back to sleep too." Francis pulled the covers up to Mathieu's nose and flicked the night lamp off again. "Good night, mon Mathieu."
"Good night, Papa."