blind!ReaderxFrancis: Unseen Love - Epilogue

        “Chérie! Je suis à la maison! (I’m home!)” I looked up from my notebook and smiled as Francis walked into the living room. I looked him up and down, never resisting the urge to look at every inch of him. “‘Ello amour,” he said as he walked over to me. I stretched, letting my legs take up more of the couch where I was lounging.
        “Hello dear,” I mumbled, yawning as he sat down beside me. He rested a hand on my slightly swollen stomach and kissed my cheek.
        “Guess who ‘as decided to invite ‘imself over?” he muttered softly, tracing my hairline with his lips. I rolled my eyes and pecked his lips.
        “Alfred? Or was Gil?” I asked with a grin. He chuckled and wrapped and arm around me, pulling me as close as my stomach allowed.
        “Boz,” he murmured, kissing my jaw and throat lightly. I hummed appreciatively and ran my fingers through his hair.
        “So the whole gang’s coming?” He laughed and rolled off the couch, landing on his feet.
        “You know us so well,” he said as he headed towards the kitchen. I chuckled and turned back to my story. I closed my pen the notebook and set it on the end table. “So, what are you writing about?” Francis asked as he walked back in, biting into an apple.
        “A lonely girl in school who manages to catch the eye of a lovely young man,” I told him, resting my hands on my arms. He raised an eyebrow, smiling as he sat next to me.
        “Would zis girl ‘appen to be blind?” he asked knowingly. I smiled and blushed pink.
        “Maybe,” I whispered, running my fingers along his arm. He smiled, sweet and loving, and nuzzled into my neck.
        “You are amazing mon amour, you know zat,” he questioned. I giggled as the stubble on his jaw tickled my throat and collarbone.
        “I am pretty fantastic,” I agreed. We laughed and cuddled and kissed and just as Francis threw his leg over my swollen middle, the door to the apartment flew open.
        “Frenchie! Ve’re here!” The Frenchman growled slightly and sat back lightly on my knees.
        “N’avez-vous jamais entendu parler de frapper!? (Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?!)” he shouted over his shoulder. Gilbert walked in, Matthew and his twin trailing behind.
        “Warum kannst du nicht ein Zimmer? (Why can’t you get a room?)” he asked. I rolled my eyes and drew my legs up to my chest.
        “It is our apartment Gil,” I told him. The albino stuck his tongue out at me. I copied him and then looked at the two blondes behind him. “Hi guys. Francis, Gil. Go ahead and start supped so Arthur won’t be drawn to the kitchen. I’ll send Toni in when he gets here.” They nodded and hurried to get into the kitchen before the other.
        “Hey __(n/n)__,” Matthew said as he sat down next to me. I smiled and leaned against him.
        “Hey Mattie,” I replied, yawning as his sweet mapley scent engulfed me. “Where’s Artie?” I asked, turning to look at Alfred. The blued eyed blonde shrugged and flopped down in an arm chair.
        “I think he’s with Antonio and Maria. They’ll be here soon though,” he told me. I nodded and stretched my arms above my head. As I brought them down I rested them on my stomach.
        “How’s the baby doing?” Matthew asked, resting one of his hands near mine. I grinned and looked at the fabric pulled over my belly, marveling in the dark bluish color.
        “Good, she’s started kicking. Francis almost cried,” I told them, beaming broadly.
        “Chérie!!” I looked up at the indignant cry and saw the Frenchman’s blonde head sticking out of the doorway. “I did not! And I told you! It’s a boy!” he huffed before turning back into the kitchen. I giggled and turned to the twins.
        “He did and it’s a girl. I just know it.” They both chuckled at me and I grinned sheepishly. We talked quietly before the door opened against and Arthur, Antonio and Maria traipsed in.
        “Hola chica!” “Hello love.” I was pulled to my feet and hugged tightly by the Brit and Spaniard. I laughed as they pulled back and then oofed as Maria pulled me excitedly into quick hug.
        “Hola _______! Como esta?” she asked, holding a hand to stomach. I giggled and led us to the couch, talking about the baby all the way in broken Spanish and English. We’d all been able to help Maria and Antonio get enough money together to bring the Spaniard’s girlfriend over here. I told Antonio that French and Gilbert were in the kitchen and he hurried towards his best friends. When Arthur tried to follow, Alfred grabbed him around the middle and yanked him into his lap.
        “We talked and chatted for a bit longer; catching up on everything we hadn’t heard already. The trio in the kitchen would shout out every now and then, adding their input before going back to cooking. The men finished cooking and we sat down to eat, an entire event in itself. It was loud, crazy, and there were only two girl, well three including the baby, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
        We sat in the living room for a while after supper watching family feud and talking about if we all went on the show. It was late before they all left and once they were out the door, I flopped face first onto the sofa. I felt a warm hand slip under my shirt and rub my back gently.
        “Didn’t ze doctor say somezing about not lying on your stomach?” Francis asked half teasingly. I grunted in response and turned my head enough just to answer him.
        “The couch gives a bit, and the doctor can go stuff himself,” I replied. The man laughed and kissed the top of my head.
        “You ‘ave been ‘anging out wiz Arzur too much,” he said with a smile. I giggled and turned my head back towards the cushions, sighing heavily. “Are you alright amour?” Francis asked, kneading his fingers in the tight muscles of my lower back. I turned my head again, looking at the blonde through my hair.
        “Mhm... just tired,” I mumbled, yawning widely. I heard another soft chuckle and then I was being turned over. “What are you doing?” I questioned, not resisting the movement.
        “Taking you to bed amoureux,” he replied, gathering me into his arms. I cuddled close to his chest, clutching weakly to his shirt. I smiled as he kissed the top of my head. “Are you ‘appy mon amour?” I looked up quickly at the question. He wasn’t looking down at me. His eyes were focused forward as he walked into our bedroom.
        “Francis,” I murmured as he sat me down on our bed, “I couldn’t be happier. I have amazing friends, a handsome, wonderful husband and a baby on the way. It’s perfect.” I cupped his face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs across his cheeks and jaws. “What’s brought this on?” I asked. He shrugged and slid down to the floor, resting his chin on my knees.
        “I don’t know. I just fell as... as if I’m not doing enough,” he confessed softly, his forehead barely pressing against my stomach. I ran fingers through his hair as his arms wrapped loosely around my middle.
        “Francis, you do more than enough,” I reminded him. “You’ve given me a nice home, the silliest, most caring friends, a beautiful baby.” I gently grabbed his face and pulled him up to my eyelevel. I ran my fingers around his blue eyes and then once more through his hair. “You’ve given me everything.” I yelped slightly as Francis jumped forward and kissed me, almost knocking out foreheads together.
        “Oh chérie,” he mumbled against my lips. “You are simply beautiful.” He kissed down my chin and jaw to my throat. “Stunning, lovely, magnifique, superbe, extraordinaire.” I giggled as he switched to French and smiled as he pulled up to kiss my mouth again.
        “You’re crazy,” I breathed, pulling back and resting my forehead against his. He chuckled and blew against my face.
        “And yet you love me still,” he whispered. I smiled and kissed him gently.
        “That I do,” I murmured, turning and resting my head on his shoulder. I yawned and rubbed my stomach tenderly. “I’m tired,” I stated sleepily. He stood up and moved me around carefully so I was laying on my side with my head on a pillow. I waited for him to crawl I next to me.
        “Zat better?” he asked, pushing my hair away from my face. I nodded my head and looked up. Moonlight was falling through one of our open windows and washing the Frenchman’s blonde hair a slivery color. His blue eyes sparkled in the light. I simply could not believe that I was actually able to see him and how absolutely amazing he was.
        “You’re beautiful,” I murmured around a yawn. Francis blushed and pulled me into a hug.
        “And you say zat I’m crazy.” I giggled and curled into him as much as my pregnant belly would allow.
        “But you still love me,” I replied, nuzzling against his throat. I could just see the grin working its way onto his face.
        “I do,” he answered softly, “more zan anyzing on earth. Je t’aime ma chérie.”
        “I love you too Francis, with all my heart.”