2p!FrancexChubby!Innocent!Killer!Reader

Kids

You giggled as you held your daughter, Jeanne, and took her into the house for the first time, she had the name Bonnefoy on her wrist and she was just perfect. She was the most beautiful baby that you had ever seen. You might be slightly biased being her mother but she was the most beautiful baby ever.

She had your nose and the little tuft of hair she had was the same shade of (hair color) as you had. She had Louis's violet eyes and his smile, though she smiled much more than your husband did.

"So how does the petite bebe (little baby) like her new home?" Louis asked wrapping an arm around your waist and the other he gently stroked Jeanne's face. She was named after a childhood friend of his, his brothers used to tease him that he ahd to like her, they were only ever friends he saw her as a sister and she saw him as a brother, she had told him she didn't like boys but she liked girls, he would call her Joan instead of Jeanne since she didn't like how girly her name sounded. The fact that she died in a house fire about a year after he was moved to (England/America/Canada) to be with his brothers. He told you about her from time to time, and to you-even though you never got the chance to meet her-she was tante Joan. (aunt Joan). And you were more then happy to name your daughter after her.

"I think she likes it, let's see how she likes her room." You said with a wide grin as he chuckled slightly. You two had decided not to start on the nursery until after you were pregnant. Because if you did and then you never got pregnant then it'd be a tomb for a phantom child. Once you found out you had told your brothers-in-law and had helped Louis make the nursery, he had insisted that you didn't work on the nursery.

Louis and you had decided on green for the baby's room, you didn't want to paint it blue or pink so if it was a boy or girl you wouldn't have to change it, and yellow was usually considered a gender neutral color but you decided on green since yellow was the worst color for you to do-the short story The Yellow Wallpaper was always very creepy-and green was the best color so you decided on that. So you two looked at all kinds of swatch of green paint and decided to go with (favorite shade of green).

Matt, always a whittler, had made a crib made of (Celtic wood) which he carved teddy bears and blocks along the headboard and roses along the bottom, the foot of the crib he left bare, when he found out that you had a girl he carved in the name Jeanne. Allan had invented a pram that was made of plush, rockets, planets, animals-especially (favorite animal and swans), airplanes, boats, and such that would take up almost all the ceiling and was motion sensor and would circle along the path a motion is. Oliver made a pirate's chest toy chest along with toy soldiers, a doll house and dolls.

The rest was store bought and your nursery was perfect. Taking her into it you two gave a slight laugh as Jeanne giggled happily.

"She's such a little ray of sunshine~" you giggled and he nodded.

"Ouis. (Yeah.)" He kissed your lips gently, a loving peck, "she takes after her maman, non? (mama, no?)" He cooed and you smiled gently.

"Maybe, but I still hope she'll take after you in some ways. Like your maturity and sound as good as you do." You smiled at him brightly and he blushed slightly and smiled a rare smile, though it wasn't that rare when it came to you, at you.

"Well, let us hope so; my sunshine." He whispered kissing you one more time and kissed little Jeanne's forehead. "J'taime mon sol princessen, (I love you my sun princess,)" he cooed to her and nuzzled you slightly. Once you put the little girl down he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. "And of course I can't forget mon sol, J'taime. (my sun, I love you.) You're the light of my life cherie. (darling.)" he whispered and you, even after so many years, blushed.

"J'taime becoup. (I love you to.)" You whispered to him leaning up on your toes to kiss him. You smiled as you saw Rose Red there, her belly heavy with the kittens she'd soon be having, you two were pregnant together. Poor Louis, two pregnant females-despite one being feline-and now he had three females in the home. Feel the estrogen.

You couldn't help but laugh, holding Louis close to you.

In Celtic wood, it's like astrology, it goes to your birthday, for instance mine is vinewood, a quick google search will answer it. Also the reason I named the baby is it always throws me off when a story has you chose the name for the baby, it's hard to keep up with in my mind. Also, the next chapter is the last one, not for just this path, but the entire story.