Gabriel Agreste had dedicated nearly all of his day ensuring that, come nightfall, everything he had prepared for his wife would be flawless; and it seemed he had succeeded.

Hands-on preparation of Emilie's favorite foods took up most of the morning. Though Gabriel could have easily asked their personal chef to do it, he felt it would mean more if he made all the effort himself rather than letting servants take care of everything for him.

In the garden, he set up a new picnic blanket he had made from his own fabrics and lit candles. He even cut the roses that he used to embellish the quilt himself. That particular night the moon was supposed to be full and bright, which he hoped would double the astetchically pleasing aspects of the moonlit picnic. Seeing Emilie take pleasure in everything that had been done was exciting, and when she asked if he had really done it all himself, he blushed with pride. With the moons reflection two liking in her eyes, and the sound of her laughter flooding his senses, he figured it was time for the icing on the cake.

With all of his acquired wealth and travels, Gabriel Agreste had been able to provide his wife with the one thing she had been dying to have.

His fingers came loose, and he showed his wife a brooch the size of a cufflink. It was designed and painted to mimic the exquisite peacock tails.

Gabriel had to invest a considerable amount of time and money in researching it, but it was worthwhile to witness her happiness when she saw it.

"Are you ready?" he asked her, smiling so much that it was starting to hurt.

Emilie reached out and clasped their hands together. "Yes," she said softly, without a hint of hesitation. She clenched the brooch in her hand admiring it for a moment before Gabriel scooped her up in his arms.

Emilie giggled in his ear as he turned to head towards the house.

"Happy?" he asked her.

She placed a hand on his chedk "do you even need to ask me that?"

Upon arriving at their room, he gently placed Emilie on the bed before turning to shut and lock the door.

"This is incredible" Emilie said, her thumb brushing over the brooch. "I can't believe we actually pulled it off."

"Why?" asked Gabriel. "I told you I'd make sure we'd find a way, didn't I?"

"That you you did." Emilie threw her arms around him. "Thank you, Gabriel. You never let anything stand in the way of your family's happiness."

"So." He took hold of her hand and glanced down at the brooch she had in her palm. "Where would you like to place him?"

Emilie tapped her chin thoughtfilly, humming to herself before snapping her fingees. She removed the silver band from her ring finger and motioned for Gabriel to follow suit. She put her own band against Gabriel's and pressed them together. The two rings of silver clicked together like magnets. When she was done she presented the double ring to her husband.

"This?" Gabriel questioned. He picked up the ring, twirling it between pinched fingers.

"So that each of us can have one," she said to him. "Were in this together, which mean we should bear the responsibility together. It should be our mutual responsibility to protect and love our child.

"Emile, that does sound really great."

"But let us make each other a promise first, before we proceed."

Gabriel blinked. "And what would this promise be?"

"Gabriel You must promise me, as I must promise you, that we will never purposely yake advantage of our influence over our son to make the decisions we desire. I want him to be his own person, and to obey because he chooses to."

"Oh, Emilie," Gabriel sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You have my word."

Emilie leaned in, pecking him on the cheek. "And I swear to you, we will always have each other to remind us of our promise, even if we go astray."

"Always." Gabriel grinned.