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Summer of the next year
"Matthew, you look very handsome," Gilbert said as he helped adjust his partner's bow tie.
"Jeez... Are you sure? I feel... Overdone. And this shirt's too big..."
"No, you look perfect," Gilbert said. "Now we need to go or we'll be late."
"But my hair..."
"Your hair is perfect. I'll get Tristan, you get in the car," Gilbert said.
"Okay..."
They both stepped out of the bedroom and headed down the hall. It had been a little difficult to get used to such an empty house now that Francis and Arthur had moved out to the Frenchman's new penthouse condominium. Of course, they visited often and Francis loved seeing his grandso
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The night they were released from the hospital, Matthew and Tristan were driven home by Gilbert while Ivan and Alfred accompanied them. The entire ride, Gilbert was going uncomfortably slow but he was really anxious about the baby in the back. Matthew assured him they'd get home safe and eventually they arrived.
While Gilbert got the carrier out of the back seat, Matthew went to the door to unlock it. Oddly, he found it unlocked. Francis was at work and Arthur was out shopping for cat and rabbit food so no one should've been home.
"Gil, did you forget to lock the door this morning?" Matthew asked.
"Huh?" Gilbert blinked but then he chuckled l
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When Matthew came too, he felt sore and numb. His mind was cloudy and his vision blurry so he tried to sit up and look for his glasses.
"Whoa there, Mattie-Matt-Matt..." Gilbert was sitting in a chair beside him and he handed Matthew his glasses. "Don't sit up just yet. You don't want to get dizzy..."
"Gil..." Matthew put his glasses on and looked around. He was in a patient bed and hooked up to a drip. He turned back to Gilbert and reached for his hand. "...Hey."
"Hey," Gilbert said taking his hand and smiling back. "I was worried about you."
Matthew held his head as he began to feel a little dizzy. "What happened?"
Gilbert frowned. "You los
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Alfred sighed and checked his watch again. He was sitting on his luggage at the curb in front of the airport while Ivan was inside getting them both a drink. It had been a good hour since Matthew had texted him saying he'd meet him at the airport and now he was really worried. He wasn't getting back to him.
Ivan came out and handed him a bottle of Fanta. "Still no message?"
"No, nothing," Alfred said opening the bottle. "I mean really, what the hell?"
Seconds later a car pulled up and Arthur honked to them.
"Alfred! Ivan! Get in!"
"Artie?" Alfred said getting up and pulling out the handle on his bag. "What are you doing in Quebec? And where's
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On Monday, Matthew went back to Dr. Mertens' office for his ECV. All weekend, all he did was watch YouTube videos of ECVs but no matter how the ladies in the videos said it wouldn't hurt, it looked like it did so he was happy Gilbert could join him for moral support. Gilbert was glad to go with him, especially since it meant that he would get to see another ultrasound of the baby.
When they arrived, Matthew was shaking but he swallowed his fear and went straight to the doctor when called.
"Welcome back, Matthew!" Manon said patting the bed on which they would do the maneuver. "I see you brought company. Gilbert, why don't you pull that chair
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It was dark out by the time Manon got home. She had had another three patients come in after Matthew that afternoon and her paperwork kept her at the hospital until rather late. She had texted her brother to inform him of how late she would be but she didn't expect a reply. He never really was a social man but now he seemed to have completely checked himself out of Hotel Society. When he had asked to stay with her, he had sounded distraught but Manon would've never guessed it was this bad.
Nevertheless, she did her best to help him. She found him a psychotherapist to talk to however as much as the psych had told her, her brother wasn't openin
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Matthew shivered a little as he sat quietly on the exam table. He watched his doctor silently as she sat at her desk writing things down. He knew it was rude but he couldn't help but try to find similarities between her and the man that would not leave his head. They didn't have a lot in common except perhaps the shape of their eyes but there was that overall look that they were related.
"So, Mattie," Manon said turning to face him. "You called saying you were worried, yes?"
"Yes. The baby hasn't flipped yet and the due date you gave me is only five days away," Matthew said.
Manon nodded. "That's a reasonable concern. There is a chance that y
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Gilbert got home a little late a few nights later. Matthew was taking a bath while Francis was putting away dinner. Hearing the door open, Francis went to the front hall.
"Ah, Gilbert!" he said patting his arm. "Welcome home. Dinner's in the microwave but you should probably go see Matthew. He's been a bit worried."
"Yeah, I probably should have texted..." Gilbert sighed. "Alright. Where is he?"
"Bath," Francis said pointing upstairs.
"Gilbert nodded and went up.
Matthew was slumped down in the bathtub, his mouth underwater making the occasional bubble but his nose above. He was gently tracing circles on his stomach where he could see a littl
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Arthur set his phone down and sighed. It made sense. Why would Francis answer him? He had basically made it very clear that he no longer wanted him in his life. It was obvious.
So why was Arthur trying so hard to contact him? He himself didn't really know why he was doing it. He didn't know what he'd say if Francis responded. He didn't know if he even had anything to say. He just... He wanted a response.
Eventually he gave up and got out of the car. He had been parked outside of Timo and Berwald's place for at least fifteen minutes but he was still a little early for his sitting duties. Nevertheless, he rang the doorbell and waited.
Timo came
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The next day, Francis made brunch. He would've made breakfast but Gilbert had to leave early for work and Matthew was still on bed rest until the baby came so Francis made sure to wait until about noon before starting any food. When Matthew did come downstairs, he yawned for a good half a minute and he had serious bags under his eyes. He moved slower than old woman carrying an anvil and he sat down at the table without a single ounce of grace.
Francis frowned. "Mathieu... Je m'excuse, but you look terrible."
"Yeah..." Matthew rubbed his eyes. "The baby's been kicking me all night and I needed to go pee three times last night..."
Francis shook