FrUK: From The Start

Part Nineteen

The cover changed back on me wtf wattpad. Also a lot of my Fic's languages change without my consent. Can somebody fix this?? And along with that can we please bring back offline comments. I have people to encourage.

Arthur looked down at the pink test in his hand, tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry."
Francis peeked over his shoulder, seeing the little blue plus.
"It's okay."
"But it's not. How can we put this whole thing behind us if it results in a child?"
"You 'ave options."
"I'm not sure I want an abortion." Arthur admitted.
"I'll respect your choice no matter what." Francis assured.
"Even if you don't like it?"
"You make your bed, you lie in it. What I zhink means nozhing."
Arthur nodded softly. "I'll take a few days to think about it."
"Good idea." Francis sat Arthur down on the couch and took his hands in his own. "We need to talk about Matthieu."
"We always need to talk about something." Arthur groaned.
"I know. But zhis is important."
"What's happening?"
Francis pursed his lips. "Zhe school called zhe day before yesterday."
"Are his grades bad?" Arthur guessed.
"Non. 'Is grades are magnifique. But 'is teacher said 'e is 'aving trouble talking to ozher students."
"What about Alfred? He's perfectly sociable here."
"Oui. Zhat's what I told zhem."
"So why is he so shy at school?"
"I don't know. But if 'e doesn't make a friend soon...I don't want to zhink about what 'is teen years will be like."
"What can we do? If he won't talk to other kids-"
"Zhe local mom's 'ave zhis picnic every Saturday afternoon. You should take 'im."
"Why me?" Matthew didn't like Arthur. At least not how he liked Francis.
"For bonding time."
"Why can't we both go?"
"Because somebody 'as to take care of Alfred."
"Why can't he go?"
Francis smiled to himself. "Arzhur, Matthieu needs to do zhis on 'is own. 'E won't 'ave Alfred around forever. What will 'appen when Zhey're all grown up? Zhey might not even live in zhe same country."
The Brit sighed. "I guess you're right. I'll take him tomorrow." He kissed his husband softly. "But I don't think it's going to do much."

My leg thing is back.... ;-;