[ The baby Louis ( a name much to Enjolras' disdain, but he supposes that in having a child with the same name as a terrible king, he can hope to redeem it ) has not been in the Enjolras and Combeferre household for terribly long. A month a most. Give or take a week- Enjolras is unsure, because time seems to fly in his presence. It took a day for him to fall thoroughly in love with the small child- only a matter of minutes, if he's going to be perfectly honest. The plan was never to keep him. They were only going to house him until a proper home could be established- but all three of them ( really all of them, all the members of the Friends ) grew attached, and Enjolras wouldn't dare think about life without him.
Still, he's still a bit awkward with the child. He's run through the basics with Combeferre over and over again- the proper way to hold Louis, feed him, burp him, give him a bath. Dozens of times for each. Enjolras can never be too careful, obviously, especially not when it comes to his baby boy.
He's doing the later today. Enjolras arrived home earlier than Combeferre, and he saw Courfeyrac and baby Louis covered in a film of dirt and bright, shining smiles- he didn't ask for explanations, he didn't want any. He just promptly picked up the boy and shooed Courfeyrac off, taking him to the bathroom and setting the water up to the proper temperature- making things exactly as Combeferre had instructed before, and getting it one hundred percent perfect.
Once Louis takes some time to get used to it, he picks up a bar of soap. Enjolras tuts, but before he can grab it, Louis tosses it out of the tub, giggling excitedly. Enjolras sighs, picking it up and putting it back into place. It happens again. And once more. ]
[ Once again, Enjolras had surprised Combeferre. His beloved husband took to fatherhood like a very strict and precise awkward duck to water. Combeferre himself had long learned the ways of children. Aside from the endless research he had done before agreeing to take in Louis, much of his volunteer work required a careful hand and a warm smile to help the younger ones. He has endless patience, especially when it concerns Enjolras.
Louis himself. Well. Combeferre did try his best to not become attached. This was a temporary measure. He shouldn't think of Louis as his when in only a few weeks they would have to say goodbye. But waking up every morning to care for him (even if it was a ridiculous hour), seeing the peace on Enjolras's face then he held Louis, watching the baby laugh and cry and discover everything, it was hopeless. Combeferre has fallen in love with that child within moments.
He knows it will be a struggle for it to become official. Louis is their's now. They would fight for him as they would any cause. There were benefits to having so many lawyers as friends, after all.
Combeferre is not far behind Enjolras. He doesn't know, but he walks into their home just in time to hear the third and final soap throw. Well, that answers where they are before he can ask. Coat and shoes off, he makes his way to the bathroom where he finds his two most favorite men in the world. One of them very dirty. Combeferre raises an eyebrow, but says nothing. He draws no attention to himself. This is his favorite part of the day. Watching the two of them when Enjolras thinks he is not watched. He won't let it go on for long. He hasn't had a kiss from either of them since this morning. ]
[ Enjolras is sitting cross-legged in front of the tub, but his shoulders are curved downwards, relaxed while he plays around with Louis. To supplement for the loss of a soap bar ( because Enjolras isn't chasing it again ), he offers his two pointer fingers, which Louis wraps his tiny baby fists around happily. There's a gleeful laugh and Enjolras reflects it, bringing up one fist to kiss after he properly scrubs it off. ]
Honestly, Louis. You're adorable.
[ It's not a condemning tone- only one filled with eternal affection and adoration. Enjolras scrubs him a bit and tickles at his side, which gains him another perfect laugh that he doesn't think he'll ever tire of. Louis' wriggling around in the bath causes some water to splash on Enjolras' button up, but he finds that he really couldn't care less about it. It probably would have been wise to take off his work clothes first, but he doesn't mind. Louis can ruin all his clothes if he wants.
Louis is the first to notice Combeferre- in reaction, he bats his arms harder on the water and laughs giddily, because he loves his other father and is happy to see him. Enjolras ducks his head to one side, shielding himself from the sprays of water- which, in turn, lets him catch a glance at the source of the child's glee. And his own, as it is.
Enjorlas grins, widely. ]
Welcome home. [ He redirects his gaze to Louis quickly, to make sure everything is in order and he's being a good little boy. ] How was work?
[ What did he do to make Fate smile on him like this? How many other people can say they get greeted with giggles and smiles? Louis is a very happy baby and they are blessed by choose-your-deity above. The fact that Enjolras can be in love enough to not care about his work clothes getting less than perfect is the clearest sign this is the right thing they're doing.
He knows it's only soapy water on a cotton blend, but this is Enjolras.
Combeferre smiles at the little one, waving back at him. Then, it's a smile to his husband. He soon joins them, sitting on his knees next to Enjolras. His thank you is a long and lingering kiss to Enjolras's lips. ]
Fine. How was yours? [ He mumbles against his lips. Combeferre pulls away so he can roll up his sleeves. As he does, he addresses his son ( yes, his, formalities be damned ) with a happy tone and a grin. Children learn by imitation after all. Maybe that's why Louis is so happy. As stern as either of them can look at times, there are few people as happy as they are. ] And how did you get so dirty?
[ The kiss is returned, naturally, and Enjolras ends it with peppering smaller kisses on his husband's shoulder, until he's content enough to pull away. He's thankful Louis isn't yet at the age where he thinks that sort of thing is disgusting, and instead he keeps the happy smile on his lips, arms reaching out expectantly towards the both of them like he wants to be picked up, or at least played with.
The second option is at least something within Enjolras' reach- and he prods at the round baby belly again which gains him the most precious of all laughs. He leans his head on Combeferre's shoulder momentarily. ]
Courfeyrac, [ he answers in place of their child, as if that were some explanation on its own. ] of course. Actually, there's probably dirt all over our house knowing him. I'll clean up after this.
[ He knows that in all likelihood it doesn't take two grown men to clean such a tiny thing. Enjolras, however, has grown to not care about efficiency when it involves his two favorite boys, and if a long bath is all it takes to spend an extra while with the both of them- well, he wouldn't turn down that opportunity for the world. ]
Work was good. This is the highlight of my day, though. [ As usual, he'd add, but it's obvious. Stacks of paper work or the happiest baby in the world and his beautiful husband? The choice is clear as day. ]
[ Sleeves now rolled and shoulder heavily kissed, he can dive in to helping clean their very messy son. The mystery is very quickly solved. Combeferre should have known better. He shakes his head and chuckles quietly as he starts with Louis's face. ]
We can both clean up after this. [ Half the time cleaning meant double the time they could do things together. Louis would survive a short while mostly alone in his baby swing.
Combeferre, not taking his hands off of the baby, looks to Enjolras. ]
Years ago, I couldn't have imagined you saying that if the world was crumbling down around you.
[ Being together, marriage, family life, it's changed them in so many ways. They still fight where they can, still volunteer, and still progress and stay as active as they can. Part of him feels their passion for the cause will be ignited very soon once more. They have someone in their care who will be far more effected by the choices their society makes than they will.
Combeferre turns back only because a splashing baby demands his attention. He! Would like to keep playing, Dad. Combeferre washes instead of playing, but continues talking. His tone is a light scolding, more playful than it actually sounds. Enjolras knows the difference by now, surely. ]
[ Enjolras tries to hide his smile at cleaning together- time spent alone is rare in between the baby and work. Not that he doesn't absolutely treasure every precious moment he has with Louis, but he misses passionate nights and going out for dates. Those things still happen, of course, but they're few and far between, and neither of them can really stand to be away from home for all that long.
It's only been a month, though, so Enjolras assume he will one day miss the quiet their house used to hold- for now he's happy. He likes coming home to giggling and snuffling. He likes having a little thing having to rely completely on him, and Combeferre, for everything. He even, and this is only on occasion, likes waking up in the middle of the night to change diapers, or shoo away bad dreams with soft kisses. He likes having something so pure, so innocent, so he can prove that something as perfect as Louis exists. ]
You're feeling nostalgic today.
[ He remarks with a smile, and Louis reaches out towards him because he is a little bit greedy, and wants both his fathers' full attention. Enjolras would spoil him rotten. A little playfulness is nothing on the spectrum of things he would do. He smiles at the child, bending over the edge of the bath so he can press his lips to Louis'- and, ultimately, have tiny baby fingers tangling themselves in his hair. ]
I have better things to occupy my time. Two, predominately.
[ The sugar will wear off eventually, as with all things. It doesn't mean the fruit will be spoiled. It's not very easy with the late nights and their demanding jobs and activities. It's especially not easy to find time alone or just for them. But, they've been through much worse. They are, if nothing else, practical men. A solution can always be found with enough patience.
Combeferre watches them for a moment and ignores the swelling in his heart at the sight. Someone has to stop kissing the baby long enough to actually wash him. ]
Papa is too busy playing to get you clean. [ He says to Louis, but doesn't take his eyes off of Enjolras. ] He's setting a terrible example.
[ It sounds serious and yet most definitely is not. If anything, Enjolras is the better example of the two of them. And it's so nice to see him so happy... ]
[ Enjolras laughs at Combeferre's words, delicately picking Louis' fingers from his hair and placing them back in the water. He's right, naturally, but Enjolras can't help the urge to play with and kiss their baby until the end of time. He does agree that kissing a clean baby would be much better, though, which is the only reason why he listens. ]
Papa is just jealous that I'm not playing with him.
[ There's a sexual innuendo there somewhere, probably, given that Enjolras sweeps dramatically over right after, and gives Combeferre a kiss to match the one his gave Louis. He's wearing a sly grin while he pulls back, nuzzling for just a second before his attention is back to Louis. If his hand weren't wet, he'd squeeze Combeferre's thigh.
If Combeferre is cleaning the baby's face, Enjolras starts from the bottom and scrubs his thumbs against soft arches. When he goes in between the toes, Louis writhes with a playful giggle, which makes Enjolras beam proudly, as if he's just won some grand award. ]
[ The sexual talk is much less of a shock after so many years of it. The kiss is welcomed and returned. With two sets of hands on the baby, he'll be alright for the duration of the kiss.
Combeferre is only a little bit embarrassed that he leans in "chasing" the kiss as it ends. It's been a little longer than usual, what with being so tired tending to this little thing. ]
You're very lucky he can't understand you. Might have to scold you for it later.
[ Enjolras is not the only one who can make not-so-subtle sexual innuendos. But, they have Louis to finish up cleaning and dinner to make. Oh, and cleaning the house to their expectations. Courfeyrac isn't completely irresponsible, but he is not nearly the neat freaks they are.
Combeferre washes, smiling when Enjolras tickles. He names the body parts he washes in that tone you use when talking to babies. Every opportunity is a learning one. ]
Children have an understanding of grammar by 22 months. [ That was for Enjolras, however. Simply because. Well. Combeferre picked up a lot of information as he learned everything. Louis seems far too distracted by the papa not educating him. Combeferre can't blame him. He's pretty distracting in general. ]
[ But he sets about cleaning Louis, stirring as many giggles and happy smiles as he can. He knows all his teeny tiny ticklish spots by now and can hit them with precise accuracy. If he tires of everything, he knows the sound of Louis' laugh is something he'll never get bored of, and he'll tickle him until the end of time. ]
We should see if Joly can tell us how old he is. I'm sure he's already trying to figure it out.
[ Since it's a strange adoption they're going through and all, without very many legal standpoints. They can guess where he's at, but they'll never really know for sure.
Louis is very little, though, so it doesn't take too long to get him clean. When he's washed enough for Combeferre to take care of the rest without issue, Enjolras reaches behind to grab a soft towel in order to dry him with. He holds it out expectantly, waiting patiently for when Combeferre decides their son is washed enough, and can be dried. ]
[ Combeferre is content to let Enjolras do all the tickling and smiling. He's fine with watching. It is, after all, his favorite thing to do. Enjolras has always been wonderful to watch and now that it involves being a family? His heart is never going to settle.
He carefully rinses as they talk. He's not going to comment any further. Not with a little one in the room. ]
Somewhere between six and seven months, I think. [ And! Now it's Papa Combeferre's turn to make baby smile and laugh as he's lifted from the tub to be handed to Papa Enjolras. That baby belly is way too tempting so of course he's got to kiss it. Now Enjolras can have him. ]
Joly might be able to come up with something more specific.
[ Combeferre had much knowledge about anatomy and biology but most of it was specific and very little of it had to do with infants. What he did know about developmental stages mostly came from his education background and research for Louis in the first place.
Once one papa is free of the baby, Combeferre begins to drain and clean the bathtub from their splashing and soap throwing. ]
[ Watching Combeferre kiss Louis sends a nice, bubbly wave of warmth through his stomach, which is only another thing he's almost positive he'll never get used to. Combeferre was more naturally inclined into fatherhood- not that it wasn't a shock to both of them, having a child in their midst, but Combeferre rose to the occasion with grace, as always. Enjolras took longer in getting used to it- still, he's still getting used to it. But he's doing a much better job, if Louis' laughs are anything to go off of.
He readily accepts the child, warming and drying him as swiftly as he can manage. Louis seems positively gleeful to make that as difficult as possible, pressing tiny baby palms all over Enjolras' lips and cheeks, laughing while Enjolras chases them for kisses. ]
I should have known you would have an answer. It's strange that we'll get to pick a birthday out for him, isn't it?
[ Most parents would probably praise the opportunity- to Enjolras, it's a bit upsetting. He wraps the towel delicately around the baby, swiping a rag from the side of the sink and cleaning where water ended up on the floor, baby in the other hand. ]
[ The man they once all thought to be nothing but a cold statue couldn't be farther from that. Combeferre stays where he is on the floor, watching again. This child is going to be the single most affectionate and loving person on the planet. Watch out, Jehan. Someone is going to steal your title.
He finally stands close to Enjolras, chin resting on his shoulder once he's able to. His arms wrap around Enjolras's middle. It's a strange place, the bathroom, for a standing cuddle. He finds that he really does not care. ]
It is... We should use the day he came to us in the appropriate month. [ What day was that exactly? 17th? 17th of whenever he should have been born. It made it feel a little less like they were choosing for him instead of him choosing as nature would typically intend. He doesn't like picking it either, but someone has to.
He presses a kiss to both of them (cheek and forehead) and leads them back out. Dinner, cleaning, they had a lot to do. ] Technically, it is the day we became a family.
[ Again, red tape be damned. This child is theirs. ]
[ Enjolras follows after him, noticeably beaming from the kiss that he's been granted. The mention of family makes his heart stutter a bit, since he's never really had one- at least not one as love-filled and affectionate as theirs is- and, perhaps, it's something he's always wanted. He finds it now in tiny fingers and soft lips. He used to pretend his home was with his laptop, words and letters being members to his family- a sad lie, given that now that he has a wonderful family, not even a joy of a day filled entirely with computer work would keep him away.
He shifts Louis over a bit, grinning at him while he sucks on his thumb. He has to get a diaper on, and the pacifier which he's taken with. Enjolras sets off towards the baby room. ]
Then I think that's plenty to celebrate. [ He flashes Combeferre a charming smile, swaying the baby a bit. When the sentimentality of the moment has passed, Enjolras nods his head to Louis. ]
If you get started on dinner, I can get the little one all situated. We can clean while it cooks. [ His smile changes again- mischievous, naturally, in a way most people don't think Enjolras is capable of. ] If we're quick about it, maybe you will get to scold me tonight.
[ Combeferre turns so that he can face Enjolras as he speaks. That sounds like such a logical and wonderful id-- And then he finds himself blushing as if they have never done something like that before. Nevermind that is sort of how their relationship began all those years ago. Combeferre is fully aware of just how mischievous Enjolras can be.
He's all smiles and fake scolding. ]
Don't talk like that in front of the baby.
[ Serious? God no. It would be years before baby Louis could understand that joke. His eyes find themselves quickly combing up and down Enjolras. Hm... It had been a while since-- He gives a sly grin of his own in return before going to start on dinner. Something they can leave cooking to make it easier. ]
[ It's a tease. Over the years, Enjolras has learned a great many thing or two about teasing. That in mind, if Combeferre is looking at him, he might offer a slight swish of his hips. Another tease, maybe, but he won't admit to anything. It's just in the brief second before he disappears into the baby's room to get him all in order.
There are plenty of giggles to be heard, naturally. Enjolras is relentless, and addicted to the sound. The duo reemerge awhile later, Louis clad in a bear onesie and a pacifier hanging from his mouth. Enjolras drops him off in a playpen in the living room which upsets the little monster, but he's quickly handed a soft teddy bear and his worries are aptly forgotten.
Enjolras takes a second to strip out of his wet work clothes, which have become bothersome. He's back in a quick moment, though, slipping into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around Combeferre from behind, kissing the side of his neck. ]
[ It's brief, but caught. Most definitely caught and remembered.
Combeferre wastes little time in getting their dinner prepared. Very little of it is anything processed. At most: their spices and a few other things. Most of the ingredients are local, organic, as healthy and controlled as possible. They've always eaten this way. Now, they have twice the incentive thanks to a certain precious baby.
He looks up when he hears Louis cry. He swears his nerves always on edge now, waiting to hear a cry or a drop or a crash. Thankfully, Louis is still far too small to get into any real danger. He relaxes as fast as he panics when their son quiets down. He has to be put down some of the time, as much as they don't want to.
Combeferre leans in to Enjolras, turning his head to give him more neck to kiss. ]
Me, if you don't stop that any time soon. [ More scolding that isn't real. He lets Enjolras see for himself. Something that needs to simmer so they can clean. ] It's almost ready. It should be finished when we are.
If you're trying to get me to stop, that's not the way to go about doing it.
[ Enjolras hums a little laugh and takes full advantage of the skin available to him. He's stricter now on the "no marking" rule that he made up in his head- now that they have established, respectable jobs it would be unprofessional. But even that rule doesn't stir Enjolras from decorating his husband's neck with all variety of kisses- and, at the end, a short nip right behind his ear. Years have passed, and kissing Combeferre is still a wonderful way to pass the time. ]
It's perfect. [ Which is only a little praise while he squeezes Combeferre's side and, painstakingly, pulls away. He misses it already, pathetic as it sounds. But there's a house to clean and Enjolras is, if nothing else, responsible, so he decides to tuck his earthly urges away for now. He sets about getting some cleaning supplies from a closet- the house didn't look bad at all, but Enjolras did catch some splotches of dirt on the floor that would need to be cleaned up.
He reaches for the vacuum, but opts against it. Making things easier isn't worth it if Louis' ears have to suffer for it. Instead he grabs some wet wipes, deciding that cleaning by hand would be the best option. ]
[ Combeferre's eyes close as he relaxes and lets Enjolras kiss away all the worries and woes of the day. Then, he's suddenly stirred by a very frisky nip to his ear. He jumps and makes a very quiet groan of both protest and surprise. He was enjoying that... It's given a glare, but not a serious one.
As Enjolras pulls away, Combeferre bumps their hips together. That was part of his punishment. Naughty papa trying to pull surprises like that. After all these years, he's still excited by Enjolras. He still craves as much of his attention as he can get. He seems to do a little better lacking it than his husband. It's understandable. Doesn't mean he loves him any less.
Combeferre finishes the preparations and sets the timer. They have 15 whole minutes to clean. He himself is getting the nooks and crannies and corners that Courfeyrac would have missed, the things that roll away and most people ignore. They are neat, which is probably bad for Louis's health... He needs to be exposed to germs to build a healthy immune system. Lots of walks outside, Combeferre decides. Lots of playing in the dirt.
He's finished much quicker than he thought, so he goes to pick up their teddy bear holding a teddy bear. ] Louis, what do you think? Do you want to go outside more, when it's warmer?
[ He speaks as if he will understand. It feels foolish to talk in "baby talk" for everyone involved. Of course, Louis doesn't do much beyond reach to tug on Combeferre's work collar and then hair. ]
[ Enjolras sets about cleaning the dirt spots- minuscule, nearly, to an untrained eye. But he prefers his home spotless, prefers it to be sparkling so he isn't distracted at later occasions. And he will be if things aren't perfect. Thankfully, Combeferre seems to reflect similar ideals, and Enjolras tries really hard not to think about how lucky he got with him. Enjolras is, after all, a difficult man to get along with. It would take more than just anybody to stay with him forever.
After that he straightens a few books out, a few of the decorations Combeferre had set up when they got the place. Enjolras never cared for anything like that, but he likes it now, because Combeferre did it. And how could he not like anything that involves him?
He determines it to be clean enough, perhaps impatiently, when he walks to the living room to watch Combeferre and Louis together- honestly, he doesn't think there's a more beautiful sight in the world. He's smiling warmly. ]
Papa has the best ideas, doesn't he? [ He shakes his head, because saying papa is ridiculous to him, and takes the few steps in to reach the duo. He wraps a finger around Combeferre's belt, tugging on it only gently, like you'd expect from a child. ] Should I warm up a bottle? Or- you should, maybe. I might make it too warm.
[ Louis is busy grabbing at Papa or bear or Papa's work shirt collar. He isn't paying much attention to the two of them. Their novelty of being home has worn off when they dared to wash him clean.
Combeferre looks Enjolras up and down at the suggestion. One eyebrow slowly raises, his head shakes. ]
I see through your plan.
[ His tone is a little too flat and serious for something so playful, but when is it not? ]
You can't get our son away from me so easily.
[ It might very well be the first time either one of them has referred to Louis as both their's and a son. It was said so casually, with such reflex, Combeferre didn't think twice of saying it. Knowing what he's said and hearing it ring in the air, his smile is the brightest it has been since their wedding day. ]
[ Enjolras rolls his eyes playfully at the insinuation, planning some hasty comeback to how ridiculous that thought is- but he catches a look to Combeferre's smile and is rendered speechless. He's made to remember their wedding day, and the smile matching this one- he remembers Combeferre done up in a beautiful tux, remembers fixing his tie even though it was perfect like the rest of him. Laughing and smiling, talking with all their friends. Drinking champagne and twirling eahc other's rings from around their fingers. Holding hands and kissing in public for the first time.
Enjolras reflects his smile, wedding day grins, and his palm flattens out on Combeferre's hip. Our son, indeed. ]
You're beautiful.
[ Still no filter when he feels passionate- but he's less embarrassed now, when bits of feelings come through. Enjolras nods his head, pats Combeferre's hip, and noses at Louis' cheek in that order- before he pulls back and heads off to the kitchen again, facing the other way while he speaks. ]
You owe me however many kisses you give the little bear. Keep track.
[ Combeferre blushes at the compliment. Compliments aren't strange in their house, oh no. Enjolras has given out far more than most would think him capable of.
The smile brings back similar memories already floating around in his mind. He thinks he'll never forget this day. A normal, casual day where they call Louis their son for the first time.
Well. Now that they are alone, Combeferre turns to Louis and bounces him as he speaks. ]
You know, that is an excellent teaching opportunity.
[ He presses a kiss to Louis's cheek loud enough that even the retreating Enjolras can hear it. ] One.
[ Who needed to teach with toys and candy? Clearly the Enjolras-Combeferre family taught with affection. As odd as that might sound. Combeferre follows with their little boy into the kitchen. He's up to four kisses by the time Louis makes it to the high chair. ]
[ Enjolras lets out a breathy laugh- really, Combeferre turns anything into a learning experience, and it's precious and perfect. Enjolras loves everything about him, but especially that.
He listens closely while Combeferre counts off, setting about heating a bottle up. They have a bottle warmer ( when baby shopping, Enjolras honestly must have bought one of everything the store had to offer ) so it's not like he can really mess it up, but he still worries. He watches the machine closely, counts out the seconds with precision. If it takes a second too long or too short, he'll insist they buy another for this one being broken.
As it is, it's working well today. Once the timer sets off, he grabs the bottle testing it still, before deciding it to be good enough. He hands it off to Combeferre, not trusting himself enough to do it. ]
If he is six months, we should start on real food soon, shouldn't we? Wouldn't you like that, Louis?
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THE ADOPTION • boyfriends au
[ The baby Louis ( a name much to Enjolras' disdain, but he supposes that in having a child with the same name as a terrible king, he can hope to redeem it ) has not been in the Enjolras and Combeferre household for terribly long. A month a most. Give or take a week- Enjolras is unsure, because time seems to fly in his presence. It took a day for him to fall thoroughly in love with the small child- only a matter of minutes, if he's going to be perfectly honest. The plan was never to keep him. They were only going to house him until a proper home could be established- but all three of them ( really all of them, all the members of the Friends ) grew attached, and Enjolras wouldn't dare think about life without him.
Still, he's still a bit awkward with the child. He's run through the basics with Combeferre over and over again- the proper way to hold Louis, feed him, burp him, give him a bath. Dozens of times for each. Enjolras can never be too careful, obviously, especially not when it comes to his baby boy.
He's doing the later today. Enjolras arrived home earlier than Combeferre, and he saw Courfeyrac and baby Louis covered in a film of dirt and bright, shining smiles- he didn't ask for explanations, he didn't want any. He just promptly picked up the boy and shooed Courfeyrac off, taking him to the bathroom and setting the water up to the proper temperature- making things exactly as Combeferre had instructed before, and getting it one hundred percent perfect.
Once Louis takes some time to get used to it, he picks up a bar of soap. Enjolras tuts, but before he can grab it, Louis tosses it out of the tub, giggling excitedly. Enjolras sighs, picking it up and putting it back into place. It happens again. And once more. ]
I'm not playing fetch with you all night, baby L.
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Louis himself. Well. Combeferre did try his best to not become attached. This was a temporary measure. He shouldn't think of Louis as his when in only a few weeks they would have to say goodbye. But waking up every morning to care for him (even if it was a ridiculous hour), seeing the peace on Enjolras's face then he held Louis, watching the baby laugh and cry and discover everything, it was hopeless. Combeferre has fallen in love with that child within moments.
He knows it will be a struggle for it to become official. Louis is their's now. They would fight for him as they would any cause. There were benefits to having so many lawyers as friends, after all.
Combeferre is not far behind Enjolras. He doesn't know, but he walks into their home just in time to hear the third and final soap throw. Well, that answers where they are before he can ask. Coat and shoes off, he makes his way to the bathroom where he finds his two most favorite men in the world. One of them very dirty. Combeferre raises an eyebrow, but says nothing. He draws no attention to himself. This is his favorite part of the day. Watching the two of them when Enjolras thinks he is not watched. He won't let it go on for long. He hasn't had a kiss from either of them since this morning. ]
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Honestly, Louis. You're adorable.
[ It's not a condemning tone- only one filled with eternal affection and adoration. Enjolras scrubs him a bit and tickles at his side, which gains him another perfect laugh that he doesn't think he'll ever tire of. Louis' wriggling around in the bath causes some water to splash on Enjolras' button up, but he finds that he really couldn't care less about it. It probably would have been wise to take off his work clothes first, but he doesn't mind. Louis can ruin all his clothes if he wants.
Louis is the first to notice Combeferre- in reaction, he bats his arms harder on the water and laughs giddily, because he loves his other father and is happy to see him. Enjolras ducks his head to one side, shielding himself from the sprays of water- which, in turn, lets him catch a glance at the source of the child's glee. And his own, as it is.
Enjorlas grins, widely. ]
Welcome home. [ He redirects his gaze to Louis quickly, to make sure everything is in order and he's being a good little boy. ] How was work?
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He knows it's only soapy water on a cotton blend, but this is Enjolras.
Combeferre smiles at the little one, waving back at him. Then, it's a smile to his husband. He soon joins them, sitting on his knees next to Enjolras. His thank you is a long and lingering kiss to Enjolras's lips. ]
Fine. How was yours? [ He mumbles against his lips. Combeferre pulls away so he can roll up his sleeves. As he does, he addresses his son ( yes, his, formalities be damned ) with a happy tone and a grin. Children learn by imitation after all. Maybe that's why Louis is so happy. As stern as either of them can look at times, there are few people as happy as they are. ] And how did you get so dirty?
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The second option is at least something within Enjolras' reach- and he prods at the round baby belly again which gains him the most precious of all laughs. He leans his head on Combeferre's shoulder momentarily. ]
Courfeyrac, [ he answers in place of their child, as if that were some explanation on its own. ] of course. Actually, there's probably dirt all over our house knowing him. I'll clean up after this.
[ He knows that in all likelihood it doesn't take two grown men to clean such a tiny thing. Enjolras, however, has grown to not care about efficiency when it involves his two favorite boys, and if a long bath is all it takes to spend an extra while with the both of them- well, he wouldn't turn down that opportunity for the world. ]
Work was good. This is the highlight of my day, though. [ As usual, he'd add, but it's obvious. Stacks of paper work or the happiest baby in the world and his beautiful husband? The choice is clear as day. ]
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We can both clean up after this. [ Half the time cleaning meant double the time they could do things together. Louis would survive a short while mostly alone in his baby swing.
Combeferre, not taking his hands off of the baby, looks to Enjolras. ]
Years ago, I couldn't have imagined you saying that if the world was crumbling down around you.
[ Being together, marriage, family life, it's changed them in so many ways. They still fight where they can, still volunteer, and still progress and stay as active as they can. Part of him feels their passion for the cause will be ignited very soon once more. They have someone in their care who will be far more effected by the choices their society makes than they will.
Combeferre turns back only because a splashing baby demands his attention. He! Would like to keep playing, Dad. Combeferre washes instead of playing, but continues talking. His tone is a light scolding, more playful than it actually sounds. Enjolras knows the difference by now, surely. ]
You still need to learn to put yourself first.
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It's only been a month, though, so Enjolras assume he will one day miss the quiet their house used to hold- for now he's happy. He likes coming home to giggling and snuffling. He likes having a little thing having to rely completely on him, and Combeferre, for everything. He even, and this is only on occasion, likes waking up in the middle of the night to change diapers, or shoo away bad dreams with soft kisses. He likes having something so pure, so innocent, so he can prove that something as perfect as Louis exists. ]
You're feeling nostalgic today.
[ He remarks with a smile, and Louis reaches out towards him because he is a little bit greedy, and wants both his fathers' full attention. Enjolras would spoil him rotten. A little playfulness is nothing on the spectrum of things he would do. He smiles at the child, bending over the edge of the bath so he can press his lips to Louis'- and, ultimately, have tiny baby fingers tangling themselves in his hair. ]
I have better things to occupy my time. Two, predominately.
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Combeferre watches them for a moment and ignores the swelling in his heart at the sight. Someone has to stop kissing the baby long enough to actually wash him. ]
Papa is too busy playing to get you clean. [ He says to Louis, but doesn't take his eyes off of Enjolras. ] He's setting a terrible example.
[ It sounds serious and yet most definitely is not. If anything, Enjolras is the better example of the two of them. And it's so nice to see him so happy... ]
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Papa is just jealous that I'm not playing with him.
[ There's a sexual innuendo there somewhere, probably, given that Enjolras sweeps dramatically over right after, and gives Combeferre a kiss to match the one his gave Louis. He's wearing a sly grin while he pulls back, nuzzling for just a second before his attention is back to Louis. If his hand weren't wet, he'd squeeze Combeferre's thigh.
If Combeferre is cleaning the baby's face, Enjolras starts from the bottom and scrubs his thumbs against soft arches. When he goes in between the toes, Louis writhes with a playful giggle, which makes Enjolras beam proudly, as if he's just won some grand award. ]
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Combeferre is only a little bit embarrassed that he leans in "chasing" the kiss as it ends. It's been a little longer than usual, what with being so tired tending to this little thing. ]
You're very lucky he can't understand you. Might have to scold you for it later.
[ Enjolras is not the only one who can make not-so-subtle sexual innuendos. But, they have Louis to finish up cleaning and dinner to make. Oh, and cleaning the house to their expectations. Courfeyrac isn't completely irresponsible, but he is not nearly the neat freaks they are.
Combeferre washes, smiling when Enjolras tickles. He names the body parts he washes in that tone you use when talking to babies. Every opportunity is a learning one. ]
Children have an understanding of grammar by 22 months. [ That was for Enjolras, however. Simply because. Well. Combeferre picked up a lot of information as he learned everything. Louis seems far too distracted by the papa not educating him. Combeferre can't blame him. He's pretty distracting in general. ]
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[ But he sets about cleaning Louis, stirring as many giggles and happy smiles as he can. He knows all his teeny tiny ticklish spots by now and can hit them with precise accuracy. If he tires of everything, he knows the sound of Louis' laugh is something he'll never get bored of, and he'll tickle him until the end of time. ]
We should see if Joly can tell us how old he is. I'm sure he's already trying to figure it out.
[ Since it's a strange adoption they're going through and all, without very many legal standpoints. They can guess where he's at, but they'll never really know for sure.
Louis is very little, though, so it doesn't take too long to get him clean. When he's washed enough for Combeferre to take care of the rest without issue, Enjolras reaches behind to grab a soft towel in order to dry him with. He holds it out expectantly, waiting patiently for when Combeferre decides their son is washed enough, and can be dried. ]
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He carefully rinses as they talk. He's not going to comment any further. Not with a little one in the room. ]
Somewhere between six and seven months, I think. [ And! Now it's Papa Combeferre's turn to make baby smile and laugh as he's lifted from the tub to be handed to Papa Enjolras. That baby belly is way too tempting so of course he's got to kiss it. Now Enjolras can have him. ]
Joly might be able to come up with something more specific.
[ Combeferre had much knowledge about anatomy and biology but most of it was specific and very little of it had to do with infants. What he did know about developmental stages mostly came from his education background and research for Louis in the first place.
Once one papa is free of the baby, Combeferre begins to drain and clean the bathtub from their splashing and soap throwing. ]
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He readily accepts the child, warming and drying him as swiftly as he can manage. Louis seems positively gleeful to make that as difficult as possible, pressing tiny baby palms all over Enjolras' lips and cheeks, laughing while Enjolras chases them for kisses. ]
I should have known you would have an answer. It's strange that we'll get to pick a birthday out for him, isn't it?
[ Most parents would probably praise the opportunity- to Enjolras, it's a bit upsetting. He wraps the towel delicately around the baby, swiping a rag from the side of the sink and cleaning where water ended up on the floor, baby in the other hand. ]
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He finally stands close to Enjolras, chin resting on his shoulder once he's able to. His arms wrap around Enjolras's middle. It's a strange place, the bathroom, for a standing cuddle. He finds that he really does not care. ]
It is... We should use the day he came to us in the appropriate month. [ What day was that exactly? 17th? 17th of whenever he should have been born. It made it feel a little less like they were choosing for him instead of him choosing as nature would typically intend. He doesn't like picking it either, but someone has to.
He presses a kiss to both of them (cheek and forehead) and leads them back out. Dinner, cleaning, they had a lot to do. ] Technically, it is the day we became a family.
[ Again, red tape be damned. This child is theirs. ]
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He shifts Louis over a bit, grinning at him while he sucks on his thumb. He has to get a diaper on, and the pacifier which he's taken with. Enjolras sets off towards the baby room. ]
Then I think that's plenty to celebrate. [ He flashes Combeferre a charming smile, swaying the baby a bit. When the sentimentality of the moment has passed, Enjolras nods his head to Louis. ]
If you get started on dinner, I can get the little one all situated. We can clean while it cooks. [ His smile changes again- mischievous, naturally, in a way most people don't think Enjolras is capable of. ] If we're quick about it, maybe you will get to scold me tonight.
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He's all smiles and fake scolding. ]
Don't talk like that in front of the baby.
[ Serious? God no. It would be years before baby Louis could understand that joke. His eyes find themselves quickly combing up and down Enjolras. Hm... It had been a while since-- He gives a sly grin of his own in return before going to start on dinner. Something they can leave cooking to make it easier. ]
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[ It's a tease. Over the years, Enjolras has learned a great many thing or two about teasing. That in mind, if Combeferre is looking at him, he might offer a slight swish of his hips. Another tease, maybe, but he won't admit to anything. It's just in the brief second before he disappears into the baby's room to get him all in order.
There are plenty of giggles to be heard, naturally. Enjolras is relentless, and addicted to the sound. The duo reemerge awhile later, Louis clad in a bear onesie and a pacifier hanging from his mouth. Enjolras drops him off in a playpen in the living room which upsets the little monster, but he's quickly handed a soft teddy bear and his worries are aptly forgotten.
Enjolras takes a second to strip out of his wet work clothes, which have become bothersome. He's back in a quick moment, though, slipping into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around Combeferre from behind, kissing the side of his neck. ]
What are we having?
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Combeferre wastes little time in getting their dinner prepared. Very little of it is anything processed. At most: their spices and a few other things. Most of the ingredients are local, organic, as healthy and controlled as possible. They've always eaten this way. Now, they have twice the incentive thanks to a certain precious baby.
He looks up when he hears Louis cry. He swears his nerves always on edge now, waiting to hear a cry or a drop or a crash. Thankfully, Louis is still far too small to get into any real danger. He relaxes as fast as he panics when their son quiets down. He has to be put down some of the time, as much as they don't want to.
Combeferre leans in to Enjolras, turning his head to give him more neck to kiss. ]
Me, if you don't stop that any time soon. [ More scolding that isn't real. He lets Enjolras see for himself. Something that needs to simmer so they can clean. ] It's almost ready. It should be finished when we are.
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[ Enjolras hums a little laugh and takes full advantage of the skin available to him. He's stricter now on the "no marking" rule that he made up in his head- now that they have established, respectable jobs it would be unprofessional. But even that rule doesn't stir Enjolras from decorating his husband's neck with all variety of kisses- and, at the end, a short nip right behind his ear. Years have passed, and kissing Combeferre is still a wonderful way to pass the time. ]
It's perfect. [ Which is only a little praise while he squeezes Combeferre's side and, painstakingly, pulls away. He misses it already, pathetic as it sounds. But there's a house to clean and Enjolras is, if nothing else, responsible, so he decides to tuck his earthly urges away for now. He sets about getting some cleaning supplies from a closet- the house didn't look bad at all, but Enjolras did catch some splotches of dirt on the floor that would need to be cleaned up.
He reaches for the vacuum, but opts against it. Making things easier isn't worth it if Louis' ears have to suffer for it. Instead he grabs some wet wipes, deciding that cleaning by hand would be the best option. ]
i'm sorry these took so long 8(
As Enjolras pulls away, Combeferre bumps their hips together. That was part of his punishment. Naughty papa trying to pull surprises like that. After all these years, he's still excited by Enjolras. He still craves as much of his attention as he can get. He seems to do a little better lacking it than his husband. It's understandable. Doesn't mean he loves him any less.
Combeferre finishes the preparations and sets the timer. They have 15 whole minutes to clean. He himself is getting the nooks and crannies and corners that Courfeyrac would have missed, the things that roll away and most people ignore. They are neat, which is probably bad for Louis's health... He needs to be exposed to germs to build a healthy immune system. Lots of walks outside, Combeferre decides. Lots of playing in the dirt.
He's finished much quicker than he thought, so he goes to pick up their teddy bear holding a teddy bear. ] Louis, what do you think? Do you want to go outside more, when it's warmer?
[ He speaks as if he will understand. It feels foolish to talk in "baby talk" for everyone involved. Of course, Louis doesn't do much beyond reach to tug on Combeferre's work collar and then hair. ]
don't be silly!
After that he straightens a few books out, a few of the decorations Combeferre had set up when they got the place. Enjolras never cared for anything like that, but he likes it now, because Combeferre did it. And how could he not like anything that involves him?
He determines it to be clean enough, perhaps impatiently, when he walks to the living room to watch Combeferre and Louis together- honestly, he doesn't think there's a more beautiful sight in the world. He's smiling warmly. ]
Papa has the best ideas, doesn't he? [ He shakes his head, because saying papa is ridiculous to him, and takes the few steps in to reach the duo. He wraps a finger around Combeferre's belt, tugging on it only gently, like you'd expect from a child. ] Should I warm up a bottle? Or- you should, maybe. I might make it too warm.
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Combeferre looks Enjolras up and down at the suggestion. One eyebrow slowly raises, his head shakes. ]
I see through your plan.
[ His tone is a little too flat and serious for something so playful, but when is it not? ]
You can't get our son away from me so easily.
[ It might very well be the first time either one of them has referred to Louis as both their's and a son. It was said so casually, with such reflex, Combeferre didn't think twice of saying it. Knowing what he's said and hearing it ring in the air, his smile is the brightest it has been since their wedding day. ]
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Enjolras reflects his smile, wedding day grins, and his palm flattens out on Combeferre's hip. Our son, indeed. ]
You're beautiful.
[ Still no filter when he feels passionate- but he's less embarrassed now, when bits of feelings come through. Enjolras nods his head, pats Combeferre's hip, and noses at Louis' cheek in that order- before he pulls back and heads off to the kitchen again, facing the other way while he speaks. ]
You owe me however many kisses you give the little bear. Keep track.
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The smile brings back similar memories already floating around in his mind. He thinks he'll never forget this day. A normal, casual day where they call Louis their son for the first time.
Well. Now that they are alone, Combeferre turns to Louis and bounces him as he speaks. ]
You know, that is an excellent teaching opportunity.
[ He presses a kiss to Louis's cheek loud enough that even the retreating Enjolras can hear it. ] One.
[ Who needed to teach with toys and candy? Clearly the Enjolras-Combeferre family taught with affection. As odd as that might sound. Combeferre follows with their little boy into the kitchen. He's up to four kisses by the time Louis makes it to the high chair. ]
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He listens closely while Combeferre counts off, setting about heating a bottle up. They have a bottle warmer ( when baby shopping, Enjolras honestly must have bought one of everything the store had to offer ) so it's not like he can really mess it up, but he still worries. He watches the machine closely, counts out the seconds with precision. If it takes a second too long or too short, he'll insist they buy another for this one being broken.
As it is, it's working well today. Once the timer sets off, he grabs the bottle testing it still, before deciding it to be good enough. He hands it off to Combeferre, not trusting himself enough to do it. ]
If he is six months, we should start on real food soon, shouldn't we? Wouldn't you like that, Louis?
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