Jardin de fleurs || A Les Misérables Fanfic

Vingt-quatre

I was pregnant. I was having a child. It felt like a dream. But it was real. Alexandre treated me like I was gravely ill. He didn't even allow me to get up by myself.

"A, how many children do you want?", I asked him. "I was thinking about six.", he said, with a smirk. "Uh yeah sure, if you pop them out yourself.", I said, rolling my eyes. I tried getting up. "Oh no, let me help you.", he said, rushing to my side. My bump wasn't noticeable yet but Courfeyrac adored it.

"Emilia Choquet, let me treat you like a true queen.", he said. "We've been through this. I am not a queen. And it's Emilia de Courfeyrac for you.", I snapped. "I am very sorry. I didn't mean that. It's just, you are my world and I love you. I don't want anything bad happening to you. Not with the baby.", he exclaimed.

"I know. I must apologize. I was rude. You're just worried about me and I am being a bitch to you.", I apologized. "It's alright. I can't be mad at you.", he said, kissing my nose. "What do you think it will be?", I asked.

"I'd say a boy. But if it's a girl, I am just as happy. At least healthy. Whatever you have inside of you, he or she can be proud of their mother.", he said, stroking my invisible bump. "Whatever our baby is, he or she can be proud of their father too.", I confessed.

"When will it be born?", he pouted. "By my calculations, in December." "God, you sound like Combeferre." I had to laugh. "Oh come on, you love me.", I joked. "I obviously do. I wouldn't have married you, if I didn't.", he answered, "are you tired?" I nodded. "Let's go to bed.", he whispered.

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I woke up after my nap. Courfeyrac was soundly asleep. He had his arm wrapped around my stomach. I slowly made it out of the bed and he turned around. I knew that Courfeyrac couldn't cook. Even when he tried his best, it always burns.

So I decided to cook for him. I made his favorite dish:  a Tarte Normande (apple tart or apple pie). Madame taught me how to cook. But first I had to get the ingredients. So I went to the market.

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An hour later, the Tarte Normande has finally ready. As on cue, my adorable, sleepy husband walked into the kitchen. "There you are.", he said, yawning. "Did you sleep well?", I asked him. He nodded and buried his face in my neck. "What did you cook?", he asked.

"Your favorite. I thought I'd start cooking for you like a good wife does. I have missed so many opportunities to be a good wife for you. I want to make it up to you.", I said. "Oh, món chérie, you are the perfect wife a man can ask for. Yes, you weren't here but now you are. You are blessing me with a child of our own.", he said.

"You still want that Tarte Normande?", I asked. He laughed. "Yes, but I want to share it with you both.", he said. We ate that Tarte in silence. After it was gone, he walked over to me, leaving a bunch of kisses on my face.

"Stop, that tickles.", I said laughing. Then he gave me a sweet kiss and left me in the kitchen. "I am going out. I'll be home late. I'll be with Jehan and Combeferre this whole time. I love you, and you too little munchkin.", he said, stroking my invisible baby bump. Then he left.

(A/N: thank you so much for the feedback on my last "chapter". So what is Courfeyrac doing now? Does it have something to do with the surprise or not? Also I am freezing, it's so cold 🥶)