[ 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?
[ Combeferre turns to watch Enjolras. He knows his husband is a worrying perfectionist. He wouldn't have married him if he weren't. It's still so silly that he could doubt his skill in warming a bottle. It's far from a complex science.
Combeferre shakes his head and turns his attention back to Louis who is grabbing for attention. Then grabbing for his bottle. Papa Enjolras returns to save the day. As soon as he is close enough, Combeferre's hand automatically reaches to wrap around his middle. He's feeling a little more than affectionate. He can't help it. ]
I hope so. Then again, I am not sure how I would appreciate chicken and peas mushed together...
[ He presses a very quick kiss to Enjolras's cheek. ] One. [ And then turns to get their dinner ready as well. ]
[ 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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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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[ Combeferre turns to watch Enjolras. He knows his husband is a worrying perfectionist. He wouldn't have married him if he weren't. It's still so silly that he could doubt his skill in warming a bottle. It's far from a complex science.
Combeferre shakes his head and turns his attention back to Louis who is grabbing for attention. Then grabbing for his bottle. Papa Enjolras returns to save the day. As soon as he is close enough, Combeferre's hand automatically reaches to wrap around his middle. He's feeling a little more than affectionate. He can't help it. ]
I hope so. Then again, I am not sure how I would appreciate chicken and peas mushed together...
[ He presses a very quick kiss to Enjolras's cheek. ] One. [ And then turns to get their dinner ready as well. ]
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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.