A/N: I love JeannexFrance. It's so pretty and how can you not say she would be a great mommy for Mattie?
The thing Jeanne says to France, I got from HetaOni Douga, though it's not exactly what is said. I just thought that it fit so well! /cries

Little Mathieu watched as the woman glided past his Papa, into the kitchen and watched the man prepare dinner for his son. She was tall, though not as tall as Papa, and blonde just like him. She had long hair pulled back into a braided bun and wore a flowing, white dress. Little Mathieu was awed by her beauty.

He toddled into the kitchen and grabbed onto his Papa's pant leg. Francis looked down from chopping vegetables and pat his son's head.

"What is it, Cher? Do you need something?"

"Is that Mama?" Mathieu pointed at the woman who smiled warmly at him.

Francis looked to where Mathieu pointed and looked past what Mathieu saw and at the framed picture on the countertop. The woman Mathieu was watching was standing with Francis and holding a baby Mathieu. "Yes, Cher, that is Mama."

"Mama is very pretty."

Francis gave his son a watery smile and nodded. "Your Mama is very pretty."

"Why are you crying, Papa?"

"Because Mama is not with us anymore, Cher. She's in heaven with the angels."

Mathieu knitted his eyebrows. "But Mama is right there," he pointed at his mother who stood in the same place.

"Yes, but that is just a picture, Mathieu." Francis scooped up his baby and walked through the woman, towards the picture. "This was taken when you were just a year old. You're Mama was so excited to get this picture taken." Francis began thinking of that day and how Jeanne had jumped around with her baby as they waited for the cameraman to set up.

The day had been nothing out of the ordinary, just a special outing for a family photo.

Then Jeanne died before they got the prints back.

The next day, Francis got a phone call from the police saying that Jeanne had been in a car accident. A man had cut her off and her car hit the guard railing. She died on impact. Francis had dropped the phone and grabbed Mathieu out of his crib, waking the sleeping baby, causing him to cry.

Her funeral was quiet with just the closest of family and friends.

Arthur, Francis' college roommate helped him through it and he had his own son keep an eye on Mathieu for the man.

"But Mama is right there." Mathieu was now pointing behind him. Francis looked up and turned around and was met with Jeanne's warm face.

If he had been holding anything other than Mathieu, he had have dropped it. Through his tears, he saw her soft face and warm smile, exactly the same as he had last seen it.

"J-Jeanne?" The woman nodded. Francis stepped closer and he lifted his free hand up to the woman's cheek. He tried to stroke it, but his hand sifted through it, touching nothing but air.

"Mama?"

"That's Mama, Mathieu," Francis whispered.

"You are a good father, Francis." Jeanne said. Her voice echoed softly. "Mathieu is a lucky boy."

"You're very pretty, Mama," Mathieu said.

Jeanne smiled and leaned down to peck his cheek, though Matthew felt nothing. "Why, thank you, my son."

"Jeanne… I love you. A-And… I miss you so much."

"I love you too, Francis. But please, for my sake, don't dwell in the past. It is okay to forget someone dear to you. As long as you remember sometimes, I will forgive you." Jeanne kissed Francis and then disappeared.