Arthur, Alfred, and Peter became permanent residents of Francis's house.

They were welcomed with open arms and bright smiles.

Francis's house was redesigned to accommodate them.

It was a large house but most of the bedrooms had been converted for other use.

Two rooms were turned back into bedrooms for Alfred and Peter but after everything they had been through, they preferred to share a room.

They quickly found another use for the second room though.

Francis and Arthur were sitting together on the couch watching the credits of a movie.

Alfred, Matthew, and Peter were sleeping on the floor under a pile of blankets.

Francis had his arms around the other man and Arthur was laying against him.

The Frenchman's eyes were closed.



"I need to tell you something."


He opened his eyes and looked down at him.

Arthur seemed uncomfortable as he fidgeted with his hands.

"Just tell me, mon cher."

Arthur blushed.

"This is hard for me to say."

"Do ze best you can."

Arthur nodded.

"Okay." He took a deep breath. "I don't know how, but I'm pregnant."

Francis stared at him.


Arthur looked away and nodded sheepishly.

"Zat's wonderful!"

Francis hugged him tightly and Arthur was surprised.

"Ow! Francis! I can't breathe!"

He loosened his grip.

"Sorry cher."

Francis was smiling so brightly that Arthur couldn't help but join him.

"Je t'aime, mon lapin."

Arthur crossed his arms.

"I am not a rabbit!" Francis raised an eyebrow and Arthur sighed. "But I love you too."

"Merci!" Francis cried and kissed Arthur.

"Get off, frog!"

Francis laughed and Arthur pretended to push him away before collapsing back into his arms.

They sat in silence until the clock chimed.

"Quelle heure est t-il?"

Arthur looked at his watch.


"We should put les enfants to bed."

Arthur nodded and stood up.

Francis yawned before following.

The Englishman picked up Alfred and the Frenchman took Matthew and Peter.

They carried them to their beds and tucked them in.

Arthur yawned and closed his eyes.

"Don't fall asleep yet," Francis whispered. "You could get hurt."

Arthur didn't respond so Francis scooped him into his arms.

He laid him in bed before climbing in next to him.

"Bonne nuit, mon trésor."

Arthur was pacing around the kitchen while he waited.

Francis walked in with Alfred, Matthew, and Peter following him.

"I got zem," he said quietly.

Arthur turned to face them.

"Sit down."

The boys climbed into the chairs at the kitchen table and waited.

Arthur sighed.

"We have something very important to tell you."

"Okay Daddy."

Francis noticed that Arthur was nervous and put his arm around him.

"Somezing very special," he added. "You're going to have un frère or une soeur."


He nodded.


"Your Daddy is going to have a baby."


The boys smiled brightly and jumped off their chairs to hug Arthur.

"Is it votre bébé, Papa?" Matthew asked.

Francis nodded.

"Felicitation Papa."

"Merci mon petit."

He picked up his son and hugged him tightly.

"When will the baby be here?" Alfred asked in excitement.

"Nine months," Arthur answered with a smile.

He was so happy that his boys understood and didn't think he was a freak.

Of course they probably didn't know that men couldn't have babies.

"Nine months?" Alfred whined. "That's like a year! Why does it have to take so long?"

Francis ruffled his hair.

"Ze bébé needs a lot of time so he or she can be strong and healthy."

"Not stronger than me though!" Alfred yelled as he crossed his arms.

"Of course not cher."

"Do you remember when Mommy was expecting Peter?"

"No. I was only two!"

Arthur laughed.

"Okay. Why don't you all go play outside?"


They ran out the door.

Arthur sighed in relief.

"That was easier than I thought it would be."

Francis put his arms around him.

"I told you it would."

Arthur leaned back against him.

"I know but I was still scared."

Arthur looked at Arthur's stomach.

"Don't be. Ze scariest part is coming up and I'll be right beside you."

Arthur put his hand on his hand on his lower torso where a small bump was and closed his eyes.

"I never thought I'd be having a baby," he whispered, turning to look at Francis. "But I'm glad it's yours."

Francis smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Me too. Merci, mon amour."

"I know it's strange, but I already love this baby so much."

"It's not strange. It's a part of you and I love it. I love both of you."


Yeah so the declaration for a sequel was so overwhelming I couldn't help but write one.

Someone (who shall not be named) said there wasn't enough FrUk in the first one so there's hopefully going to be more in this! This one focuses more on Arthur and Francis and their family.

Cuteness shall happen! So prepare!

See ya soon!