FrUK: From The Start

Part Eighteen

It was three days later before Francis decided to call.
Arthur picked up the phone the moment he recognized the number.
"Francis!"
"Don't talk to me wizh zhat tone." He growled back. "We need to 'ave a little chat."
"About what?"
"What do you mean 'about what?' About us you imbécile."
"We shouldn't do this over the phone."
"You're right. We should do it zhrough text. Make it easier to keep myself togetzher."
"Francis,"
"I'm giving you a trial period. A sort of parole..."
"How long?"
"Six monzhs."
Arthur nodded. "Sounds reasonable."
There was a long pause on the other line. Arthur could hear a television in the distance. Francis was probably staying with Gil.
"You need to take some time off of work."
"What?"
"So we can 'ave more time togezher."
Arthur considered the proposal.
"Fine."
"I'll be 'ome in a few 'ours."
Arthur said a quick goodbye and hung up, going into the kids room and peeking in.
Alfred was on the floor with his trucks and Matthew was in his bed, reading to Kuma.
"Boys, your papa's coming home."
Matthew looked up, violet eyes bright. "Really?!"
"Yeah."
The boys cheered excitedly, making Arthur realize how much more they regarded Francis over him.
He sat with them and watched them play until Francis appeared in the doorway, looking at his family with fondness.
Matthew ran up to him, hugging his waist and catching him up on all the school stories he had missed.
Francis smiled and pet his son on the head. "Mon filles, time for bed." He said once the child calmed down.
"Awww but-"
"Butts are for cigarettes, Matthieu." Francis picked Matthew up and placed him in his bed.
Arthur stood, leaving the room and his children to bond with their papa.
He sat down on his bed, removing his socks and shirt and lying down, closing his eyes.
He heard Francis enter a few minutes later but didn't allow himself to react.
"Arzhur?" Oh god how he had missed that voice.
"Yes?"
"You're pregnant, aren't you?"
Arthur opened his eyes. Pregnant?
"I don't think so..."
"You were sick zhe day after..." The Frenchman whispered.
Arthur sat up, panic taking over.
What if he was pregnant?!
"Mon Cher?"
"Francis...I..."
"I'll pick up a test tomorrow."
"I'm so sorry...I shouldn't have...but he was grieving...and..." The waterworks were back. Arthur was pulled down by Francis and held close as he cried.
"Everyzhing will be alright, mon Cher."

I'm reading the comments and I feel like an asshole but at the same time I am roaring with laughter.

Also I told my mom that I didn't watch Gotham anymore because it made me uncomfortable and she asked what about it and I was like "it was to sexual." When I really meant that the fact that every girl was a lesbian SIMPLY TO GET THE MALE FANS OFF made me feel uncomfortable.

Also,  one of my favourite shows, Sleepy Hollow, was cancelled.
I kinda understand why but god I'm gonna miss it. I now have this empty spot in my life that will never be filled.
;~; kill me.