[ Enjolras would chase him for another kiss, though he doesn't want to waste the other four he'll make sure he's receiving, so he settles for a happy smile while he glances at Combeferre. While he "checks out" Combeferre fits the bill better, because his eyes quickly skitter to look him up and down twice, with a hum of amusement coming from the onlooker. He is always pleased with what he sees.
But, then Louis whines a bit for attention- the sound he makes just before he starts crying- so Enjolras quickly redirects his attention. He tries prodding at puffy cheeks for a second, which cheers the child up minutely, but it's obvious what he's actually yearning for- not papa's tickles or shows of affection. Enjolras can never deny their son anything, and food would be the last thing he'd ever say no to- so he picks baby Louis up, and starts bottle feeding him with a little bounce in his sway.
Little things fill him with wonder and awe- for instance, the speed in which a little thing can drink from a bottle is always beautiful, always funny in its own way. Enjolras smiles brightly, not worried about how well he's feeding the babe, or if his technique is perfect or not. Instead, he's only captivated, only in love with their little baby boy. ]
He's going to be taller than you one day, you know.
[ As if Enjolras is somehow limited on kisses. Without knowing, however, Combeferre can't comment much. He's too busy thinking of how exactly those last four kisses are going to be spent.
He turns when he hears his child whining. He grins at seeing Enjolras so ready to do anything for him. It's still... So awe inspiring to watch the man who swore love to none but the cause want to give everything for a child that isn't related to him by blood. Not that that part really matters. Most men would not be this way. It makes Combeferre so proud.
Two plates are soon on the table, ready for the papas to get their fill. Combeferre gives a quick glance up and down the pair of them. He gives a very not serious scoff. ]
And he'll be as spoiled as you.
[ He turns around once more to fill glasses of water for them. Combeferre just might be trying to stretch and show off his body as much as possible with every little movement. He's trying to be tempting. Louis does so well with sleeping. They will have time to themselves. Hopefully. ]
[ Louis eats up fast, and Enjolras is remarkably taken with that, with how quickly it goes, with how cute the baby looks while he eats. It's adorable, really, even if Enjolras doesn't really think of things in aesthetic sort of ways- he doesn't have an eye for beauty, although he does find it in this household, in his husband, and in his child.
He finishes and Enjolras promptly burps him ( with expertise, a hard couple pats, and Louis doesn't even spit ), before Louis gets put back into his highchair, hands hitting excitedly down on the tabletop. Enjolras catches Combeferre's little show, smirking in a way that's not entirely innocent, but not really anything short of thoughtful. Making plans. Important ones. ]
You're the only one who spoils me. Since he'll have both of us, he's actually going to be more spoiled.
[ Enjolras could do something nice, like help set the table- and he does quickly grab the silver wear and set it up, but it's not his priority. He's much more set on putting his hands on the body Combeferre was just showing off, and true, and soon as he gets a chance he grabs a hold onto Combeferre's hips, tugging them in together, chest to chest. Enough so Enjolras can kiss him again, murmuring a 'two' against his lips. ]
[ Combeferre fills two glasses with water but makes a worried face. ]
Not to mention his dear uncle. This child is doomed.
[ He's smiling right after. With such noble men all around him, he has no doubt that Louis will turn out to be a fine gentleman if they manage it properly. One can be loved and still be strong. Love is a very powerful motivator. He should know. Despite having to be more lax in these later years with their involvement to any cause, he knows all too well how motivating the love of his family can be to dive right back in.
Combeferre is surprised by Enjolras suddenly before him. As with all of Enjolras's surprises, it's a good one. He can't place his hands anywhere. In fact, he's trying to hold both glasses up and away from his husband so they don't make a mess where just cleaned. He deepens the kiss quickly. Not too much. Despite their son not knowing the difference one way or the other, he will never be comfortable with being too affectionate in front of him. But, the kiss is still deepened. Enough to be a distraction, most definitely. As he pulls away, he presses a much lighter kiss right after. ]
Three and four. [ He speaks quietly against Enjolras's lips. ] Think on how to best spend the last one.
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But, then Louis whines a bit for attention- the sound he makes just before he starts crying- so Enjolras quickly redirects his attention. He tries prodding at puffy cheeks for a second, which cheers the child up minutely, but it's obvious what he's actually yearning for- not papa's tickles or shows of affection. Enjolras can never deny their son anything, and food would be the last thing he'd ever say no to- so he picks baby Louis up, and starts bottle feeding him with a little bounce in his sway.
Little things fill him with wonder and awe- for instance, the speed in which a little thing can drink from a bottle is always beautiful, always funny in its own way. Enjolras smiles brightly, not worried about how well he's feeding the babe, or if his technique is perfect or not. Instead, he's only captivated, only in love with their little baby boy. ]
He's going to be taller than you one day, you know.
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He turns when he hears his child whining. He grins at seeing Enjolras so ready to do anything for him. It's still... So awe inspiring to watch the man who swore love to none but the cause want to give everything for a child that isn't related to him by blood. Not that that part really matters. Most men would not be this way. It makes Combeferre so proud.
Two plates are soon on the table, ready for the papas to get their fill. Combeferre gives a quick glance up and down the pair of them. He gives a very not serious scoff. ]
And he'll be as spoiled as you.
[ He turns around once more to fill glasses of water for them. Combeferre just might be trying to stretch and show off his body as much as possible with every little movement. He's trying to be tempting. Louis does so well with sleeping. They will have time to themselves. Hopefully. ]
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He finishes and Enjolras promptly burps him ( with expertise, a hard couple pats, and Louis doesn't even spit ), before Louis gets put back into his highchair, hands hitting excitedly down on the tabletop. Enjolras catches Combeferre's little show, smirking in a way that's not entirely innocent, but not really anything short of thoughtful. Making plans. Important ones. ]
You're the only one who spoils me. Since he'll have both of us, he's actually going to be more spoiled.
[ Enjolras could do something nice, like help set the table- and he does quickly grab the silver wear and set it up, but it's not his priority. He's much more set on putting his hands on the body Combeferre was just showing off, and true, and soon as he gets a chance he grabs a hold onto Combeferre's hips, tugging them in together, chest to chest. Enough so Enjolras can kiss him again, murmuring a 'two' against his lips. ]
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Not to mention his dear uncle. This child is doomed.
[ He's smiling right after. With such noble men all around him, he has no doubt that Louis will turn out to be a fine gentleman if they manage it properly. One can be loved and still be strong. Love is a very powerful motivator. He should know. Despite having to be more lax in these later years with their involvement to any cause, he knows all too well how motivating the love of his family can be to dive right back in.
Combeferre is surprised by Enjolras suddenly before him. As with all of Enjolras's surprises, it's a good one. He can't place his hands anywhere. In fact, he's trying to hold both glasses up and away from his husband so they don't make a mess where just cleaned. He deepens the kiss quickly. Not too much. Despite their son not knowing the difference one way or the other, he will never be comfortable with being too affectionate in front of him. But, the kiss is still deepened. Enough to be a distraction, most definitely. As he pulls away, he presses a much lighter kiss right after. ]
Three and four. [ He speaks quietly against Enjolras's lips. ] Think on how to best spend the last one.