Hey everyone!! Super late here for me, but heres the second chapter dump for my nano piece. Again, I’ll add a read more cut tomorrow, but I simply need sleep right now, and my laptop is not currently reachable from my position. Hope everyone enjoys!!
Eventual Chara Death (at least one)
Cancer diagnosis and chemo mentions
NaNo piece… Errors aplenty.
Francis comes home three days later to, thankfully, much calmer partners. “je retournee!” he calls out as he heads to his put his bags in his closet, unsurprised when mathew pops out of their nestroom with a huge smile. Francis is prepared, and sets his bags down just in time to catch the omega as he jumps into his arms. Francis kisses him soft and deep, pulling back with a large smile.
“Why… cherie, how scandalous of you! He teases with a smile. Mathew let’s his head fall back as he lauggs loudly. “oh well, francis… you are home for Christmas and I know what I want my present to be.” He grins devilishly, and leabes forward to whisper in francis ear. The Frenchman smiles widely as mathew continues to sowak.
“I believe that can be arranged… I believe so indeed.” He kisses matties cheek and sets him down, returning to the task of unpacking. “so… how did Gilbert’s results turn out?” he asks hopefully. Watching mathew bite his lip and look away, francis knows what he needs. “oh… well… is… can he be treated?” he asks quietly, eyes wetter than normal, and fikking with pain.
Matthew nods. “oui… they’ve started treatment. Chemotherapy the times a week… they hope a really aggressive approach will help him get better quicker… or live longer, are least, but… he’s always so sock for a at least five hours after…” he sighs, sitting on the floor beside francis. “he’s in the nest, right now… resting and eating crackers.” He says gently. “he wants to see you, but… finish this first. I can go help him brush his teeth and clean up a little first… okay?” he kisses francis’ cheek and goes back to gil, proceeding to help him clean up.”
“so… frqn is home… gell be in in a few minutes.” He kisses the tip of Gilbert’s nose, helping him wash off his face and clean his teeth and moth, just before francis comes quietly in the room. “Cherie…” he sighs, slipping into the nest with ease and shooting over to lay his head on the alphas chest. “I’m home… how are you?” gilbert kisses the top of his head with a snile. “I’m actually starting to feel good enough to at least get up and edit some articles I’m working one… they aren’t quite right yet. I’ve also started on a longer piece I want to add to “ he grins.
He decided to keep up with the whole documenting his story hing… maybe it will help someone else in the future and… it helps him sort it out. He doesn’t share that though, of course not wanting to be seen as too soft. Even by his mates who know that to be the truth. He shifts closer to francis however, and helps them shift so they can face each other, and gikvert kisses him. “welcome home, babe… it’s good to have you back.” He hugs francis close, and ceoons as the beta relaxea in his grip, getting louder as mathew wraps around them from behind him. “this, is trunly perfect, mein leibes.” Je grins, holding them close to him for a few minutes before wrigglimg up.
“Alright… how about you two go eat out, okay? I can’t eat much and gave work… and I happen to know our dearest mathew missed you greatly.” Mattie blushes and refuses to meet francis’ eye, but francis smiles at that anyhow. “sound lively… I can take our Mathieu today… Ad you I tomorrow… alright?’ he humms. Gilbert laughs and nods, before leaving the room and telling them to take his card and relax, wnjoy their time
Francis, being himself was already dressed appropriately but mathew hadn’t even really put on real clothes yet that day, and needed to find something.
“wait, ma Cherie, I already have a piece for you. You’ll like it.’ He goes to his closet, pulling out a tunic length shirt or dress, depending on your standards, and a pair or lightly printed leggings. The top was a solid ine red, and the bottoms a soft mint green with little white pklar bears. Smilimg widely, Mattie happiky pulls on the clothes and kisses francis. “thank-you! It’s so soft… I love them.” He grins.
Mathew didn’t always like the more feminine styles, but… even he could admit they were comfortable and fun to wear when he wasn’t doing anything too formal. He pulls on his scarf, hat, and beret that he wears almost all winter long and they were off. He walks hand in hand through paris with francis, the two of them eventually settling on a small café where they normally get breakfast or lunch together, schedules allowing.
Mathew sits down happily across from francis. “so… how was your trip?” he asks with a hum, looking lazily over the menu, already knowing what he’s going to get. He smiles, as francis goes into detail with his trip, and the three shows he did, and all of the show stopper finale pieces- and that he got to wear one of them. Mthew kisses Francis softly before their food comes out
“I’m glad your trip was good… Gil and I took the time to go for a hike while you were away…I thought you’d appreciate that.” he giggles lightly. “Anything else exciting happen? Or…How are you feeling? You and gil have been so focused on me…” he trails off, looking slightly away.
Francis sighs, having had a feeling that soon the omega would berate himself for that. “well… I mean, this isn’t really any fun for any of us. Its hard, and… it hurts.” He says with watery eyes and a trembling smile. He and Mathew both move their chairs closer together, holding each other tightly. A waiter comes out and takes their orders, not batting a lash at their clearly emotional states. Mathew nuzzles Francis’ neck and coos. Francis smiles a bit more of a smile in return, giving Mathew a small kiss. “well… I didn’t intend to discuss this here.” He laughs softly, and Mathew relaxes.
“me either.” He chuckles and they both return to happier conversation. They get home a few hours later, and gil greets them each with a kiss. He tells them about a plan of his for the night, involving a large tv, a makeshift nest, and the cheesiest romcoms they can find. Mathew smiles, and francis kisses his cheek. “This sounds perfect, mon amour.” He grins.
Mathew and Francis help arrange the front room, with Francis moving furniture while Mathew gets all of the blankets and pillows they’ll need. Gilbert, meanwhile, heads to the kitchen. He balances three trays of food that he made and gathered before the other two got back. He smiles, leaning against the wall as he watches them arrange everything carefully, to make as decent a nest as possible on their floor. He notices with a smile that they built it around the table, as though they had a feeling food would be involved.
“looks perfect, babe. Birdie.” He grins, giving them each a kiss on the cheek. He sets the balanced trays onto the table and he sits down. “cmere… both of you. Everything’s perfect… I just want a night with my mates. It’s been a while…” Francis rolls his eyes but both happily oblige
“Not really so long… but we’re here, Mon amour.” Frncis kisses him deeply and Mathew kisses him after, Gil deepening the kiss for a few minutes until Mattie let’s out a small whine. Francis chuckles at Mathews expression and they sit happily cocooned together in the blankets, a movie playing in the background. They watch through two or three movies before Mathew falls asleep on one side of Gilbert. Once Francis notices this, he kisses Gilbert deely, moving to sit in his lap, hands tangling in Gilbert’s hair.
Francis is confused, a few minutes later when Gilbert gently but quickly gets francis off of him and runs to a bathroom. He’s more worried, however, when he hears the violent vomiting. He walks into the bathroom, knealing beside his alpha and gently kissing the back of his neck while rubbing his back, cooing soft sweet nothings to him.
“Gilbert…” he sighs, holding the alpha close when he’s finished. “did… did I do something?” he asks worriedly. Gilbert shakes his head lightly, and with some help gets to his feet and he brushes his teeth and washes his mouth out.
“Nein… I just have a real bad gag reflex now… since starting treatment…” he sighs. “I’m sorry, leibe… I’m afraid things will be a little… different for us than normal.” He smiles wistfully. Francis kisses his forehead, and let’s their heads rest against each others.
“it’s okay… everything will be fine. We will make it all work out…” he smiles at gilbert, kissing him gently. He leads the albino back to their nest, back to Mattie. He lays on his back, close to Mathew, and coaxes gilbert over them. “we both like this… I prefer sweet lazy kisses with you and our sweet Mathieu, with you pressing against us,” he presses another gentle kiss to gils mouth. “kissing us softly and telling us we’re wanted, and needed, and loved.” Every other word punctuated by a gentle sweet kiss. Gilbert smiles, and cries softly on francis’ shoulder. Francis rubs his back, and Mathew, having woken up a few minutes prior, hugs them both and kisses and nuzzles the top of gilberts head.
They spend a few more minutes like this until they’ve all calmed down, and gilberts scent has evened out.
After three more weeks, gilbert keeps getting worse and worse, and the doctors decide to lessen how often gilbert comes in. This helps him get better, so much so, in fact, that after a few more weeks, the three share Mathews heat. Now, they’re preparing for valentines and have some special plans set up. Francis, as normal, is taking care of dinner and breakfast, while the other two tend to do presents or plan activities.
Francis and Mathew go to the store, shopping for groceries to pull off their plans. Mathew turns down the crafts and cards aisle, telling francis to go ahead. He places a hand on his stomach with a smile. He looks at all of the baby shower cards, and sees two he thinks will be perfect. Then, he continues to the paper and cutouts to make his actual valentines cards for the other two.
Francis takes his hand after they pay, heading to the car. “you have everything?” he asks with a kiss to the side of Mathews head. Mathew nods. “mhmm… I did. Did you?” he teases playfully. Gilbert, thankfully, was finally able to get back to work again after a month and a half of being unable to do anything outside of the house. Francis chuckles, and gives mathew a soft kiss.
“I did… it will be the best set of valentines meals we have ever had.” Mathew grins, excited at that prospect. They climb into the car, setting their bags in the back seat, as they enjoy a short drive home. As soon as they get home, mathew runs to his private nest room, and gets to work. He sets to cutting, and gluing, and planning.
In the regular valentines, mathew places the rings Alfred helped him buy last year during the valentines sale. The cards were individually written and made, Gilbert’s in the basic German he’d taught mathew, and francis’ in their native French. They had hearts and flowers an cute poems, and some pictures of all three of them.
The other cards… mathew smiles. He places a strip of ultrasound pictures. Hopefully, this wonderful news, will be another upward turn for them. A point of happiness when everythings been so bleak. He giggles happily as he closes them up, and seals them with hearts and lipstick kisses. Mathew knows it will be a big shock… they’d been told not to expect a child, as Gilbert’s treatments and francis being a beta had the odds against them, but a currently healthy seeming pair of twins… that would make their days.
When gilbert gets home, he knows that they’ve been up to their plans, and they know he’s been up to his. Not just work. However, no one spoils anything for fear of jinxing their current lucky streak. They eat quietly, and all snuggle close that night as they get headed to bed.
“how was everyones days?” gilbert asks with a soft yawn. Francis mentions some grocery shopping for the usual goods, and cleaning and relaxing. Gil laughs softly, kissing the side of francis’ head. “Ja… sure.” He teases. “I look forward to dinner in a couple days.” He kisses francis softly with a smile, and then turns to mathew. “birdie?”
Mathew just smiles softly. “my day was pretty relaxing… I went out with francis for groceries to get out and then rested most the day…” he trails off. Gil frowns a little, worried about how he’s been off, lately. Mathews been sick most days and gilbert was hoping it’s nothing, just a winter cold, and that mathew would be fine.
“you feeling okay today?” he’s asks with a small kiss. Mathew kisses back, and nods softly as he pulls back.
“I’m fine… really. Just a little headache.” He says with a yawn, nuzzling gils neck. Gilbert relaxes at this familiar action, and happily fall asleep, the three of them in a happy bundle.
The next day, they all wake up plenty early in order to eat breakfast together before gilbert has to leave. “hm… thankyou for the pancakes, birdie… feel better! I’ll call you at lunch.”he kisses Mathews temples before leaving. He frowns as he drives to work, once again more than a little concerned for his younger mate. He’s been puking since about a week after his heat, and it made him and francis both nervous, despite their lack of talking to mathew.
As soon as gil was gone, mathew stopped pretending and started eating ravenously. “I don’t want him to know how much work we’re doing today… I don’t feel so great, really, but… I also know throwing up will feel better on a full stomach.” He shrugs.
Francis sighs, and eyes mathew carefully. “alright… if you could please peel the potatoes and julienne the carrot, celery, bell peppers, and dice the onions, apples, and pears, I’ll make all the breads.” He smiles, kissing the side of Mathews head. Mattie nods, going to the bathroom and, predictably, throwing up, before getting started. When he comes out with a freshly scrubbed face and newly brushed teeth, francis knows and he frowns.
“Ma Cherie…” he gives mathew another kiss before they both set to work. Mathew julienned the carrots and peppers with a humm. He and francis dance around each other, each doing their tasks in a happy, pleasant silence, the sounds off chopping and mixing and the oven opening and closing greeting their ears. Mathew sits down at the bar when he’s finished with all of his cutting and peeling, and putting all of it into water filled separated containers.
“I’m really not feeling good now, francis… I… I should go to bed, I think… I’m not feeling good, at all…” he grains softly, resting his head on his arms and groaning softly. Francis puts his last loaf of bread in the oven, and washes off his hands.
“Ma cher…” he frowns worriedly, and picks up mathew. He carries the omega to their nest, where mathew seems to relax almost instantly. Francis lays down with him while the breads bake. He kisses the top of matties head, leaving when the bread should be nearly done. He pulls the bread out, and answers Mathews phone when gilbert calls.
“bonjour, Mon amour.” He says softly into the phone.
“where’s birdie?” gilbert asks, the frown evident in his voice.
“Asleep… we were cuddling and he said he was feeling dizzy.. So I took him to bed. Left his phone out here though. He still has no fever so I’m sure that whatever he has is nothing… okay?” he smiles softly. “I mean… I’m sure we will all be okay. All of us.” Gilbert agrees softly, and promises to be home early, and that he doesn’t work at all on valentines. Francis agrees with him that that’s for the best, and maybe Mathews illness is from gilbert being gone a lot again, rather suddenly, right after Mathews heat, when he’d only gone out for a couple hours at a time once or twice a week fpr the last two months. They discuss this possibility, and decide to rule that out before they get worried.
They laugh at the idea of Mattie being pregnant, thinking that there is no way that that could be possible. Hence, their worry. They both hung up, hoping it was just mate separation issues which, while still not good, would be far from the worst case scenario. Francis pulls the breads out, and hides them away so him won’t find them. Along that line of thinking, francis opens several windows in the house to, ‘give them fresh air. Maybe that is all Mathieu truly needs.’ And insists to himself that all is well.
When he returns to Mattie, he’s happy the omega seems to be far more relaxed than he’d previously been. He smiles down at him, crawling into the nest and playing with matties hair. After some time, he wakes up, and let’s francis dampen it and put his hair into French braids so that his hair Wi fall in meater sleeker waves than normal the next day. Gilbert loves when their hair is like that.
“Knock knock, birdie.” He smiles softly. “you look a lot better.” Mathew grins happily. “I feel a lot better too. Especially seeing you home…” he coos when gilbert comes and kneels by him, mouthing at Mathews neck. The omega squirms lightly and his face flushes, but ultimately he finds Gilbert’s ministrations to be very comforting. “Hmmm… all mine… my alpha. And my beta.” He says with a loopy, scent drunk grin as he grabs francis’ hand.
Mathew eventually manages to slip away long enough to put his real cards for valentines on the bathroom sinks of the respective recipients, and he puts on his own matching ring before lying down and falling back asleep with his mates.
The next morning, love is in the air. Francis works hard to make a breakfast frittata, savory and sweet crepes, and he even makes little mini pies with yoghurt. However, when he finally goes into their aster bathroom to wash up, his eyes widen at the card, and the ring, and messages, and the pictures… his heart melts right then and he can’t stop smiling,
“Fran? What’s up?” he asks, as he notices his own card. He pens it when francis seems incapable of responding, and his reaction is much the same. “birdie.. He even used German for mine…” he chokes up a little, and francis and Gil smile happily at each other. “today will be so awesome…” he grins.
“oui, Mon amour… happy valentines.” He steps closer to Gil, and they share a deep kiss before breaking apart and going to the dining room for breakfast.
Mathews eyes are wide, as he looks at the spread francis has made. Maple crepes, maple bacon crepes, sausage crepes, strawberry crepes, and everything else.
“Wow… so much food!” he laughs and smiles. “it all looks fantastic… thankyou.” He smiles brightly. Despite his recent decline in appetite, mathew seems to down everything francis puts in front of him, including every single crepe.
“Cheri… it is so good to see you eating properly again… how do you feel today?”
“in love.” Mathew says honestly. “and happy, and excited, and just… so whole. I have my two favorite men with me, and I know I’m safe, and I’ll always be cared for, and that’s all I need.” He smiles. Francis can’t help but kiss mathew deeply at those words, pulling mathew closer to him.
“Cheri… .I’m glad.” He smiles widely when they pull apart, Mathews cheeks holding a cute faint blush at the betas antics. They all laugh and smile through breakfast, and Gil announces they have somewhere to go. Things to do. The all exchange a few more sweet kisses before they get dressed.
Mathew wasn’t worried about what Gil might have planned, until they get there. One of those skydiving things. Mathew bites his lip, unsure on what to do. He asks an omega who works there, how risky it is.
“Well… here, we use a wind tunnel, you’ll never really fall, and we can make sure an instructor has home of your flight suit at all times… are you high risk?” the omega asks him quietly, in the omegas change room.
“no… not particularly, but… due to my mates’ nature or health… it’s a miracle that I got pregnant in the first place…” he trails off quietly. The assistant nods, and smiles softly.
“well, let’s get you one of the better flight suits then, shall we? We normally charge more for those, but… given this is a medical reason, we can wave that.” He smiles, and they go back out.
Mathew fills out his paperwork, checking that he’s pregnant, and adding a note that his mates don’t know yet. They all turn in their papers, and smile at each other, before the taller two hug mathew tightly between them. Mathew laughs softly, and gives them each a kiss on the cheek while they all go change. Mathew feels somewhat ridiculous in the big suit, but is excited enough. Skydiving is one of those things gilbert has always wanted to, and so he decided to make it one of the things he decided to do for valentines.
After nearly two hours of lecturing on safety and flight basics, they were finally allowed to go out to the tube. They watched the people before them all go, and cuddled close on the bench while they awaited their turn. When it was finally time, each of them first went alone with their instructor. When mathew went, and he went first, the instructor smiled. “how far along?”
“about a month… they won’t know till dinner.” HW grins softly, and up they go. The instructor kept a firm hold on mathew, and mathew was laughing, adrenaline going through his veins. He really loved the weightless feeling, and freedom of the wind on his face. By time he came out, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes bright and glossy, high on the adrenaline. His mates each came back out that way, too, and it was finally time for them to go together. The instructor had a hold on mathew and gilbert, the two most fragile of the group. They went up, for two minutes this time, hand in hand. After they were up and settled, the instructor helped mathew and Gil hold each other until it was time to touch down again.
“that was awesome!” gilbert says brightly, kissing each of his blondes happily. “we should definitely do this again some time…” he smiles brightly. “and it was just… wow. What did you two think.” Mathew kisses Gil gently.
“I this it was amazing… and I think the best present is this. You’re happiness.” “oui… I agree.” Mathew and francis reply. Gilbert helps them pile back into the car, now to his second location. He pulls out a bag he’d thermal packed the leftovers from breakfast and some soup in. “Hmm… this is good.” He geins, as they all eat.
“we get lunch and some more fun…this something a little more for you two, though…” he trails off. Ice skating. He’s taking them ice skating. Mathew grins brightly, excited to finally get onto the ice. Him and francis love skating, and most often ended up dancing together on the ice whenever they could.
When they get on the ice, they are instantly relaxed. For a little while, they happily glide along, all three linking arms and keeping close. Eventually, though, francis and mathew inevitably break off from Gil, and go dancing around the rink. Gilbert however, continues to just slowly glide around and watch them, their smiles and laughter the only gift he could ever ask for.
Eventually, unfortunately, they have to go home, and the rink needs to close. Mathew leans against francis’ shoulder, half asleep, as they drive home. As soon as they get there, francis puts the finishing touches on their dinners, and mathew changes and grabs the other cards. His second presents. He hums as he goes and sits at the table for dinner. Francis had truly outdone himself this time, and mathew eats his fill. However, he doesn’t touch his wine, which is unjusual.
“You okay, birdie? You haven’t touched your wine…” mathew shrugs, and hands them their cards while getting up with his wine glass.
“it’s fine… I’m just gonna grab my martinellis.” He grabs a clean glass, and pours the sparkling grape cider with a smile. “there… perfect.” He grins. When he sees that his mates still haven’t opened their envelopes he frowns. “what’s wrong? Open them!” he cheers.
Gilbert and francis exchange looks, hoping mathew hasn’t gotten them more expensive gifts… he can only do so much work to trade as pay off with Alfred. They open them together, and the looks of shock on their faces leave mathew worried, when neither of them smile.
“G-guys?” he says in a small voice, clearly worried. Gilbert smiles softly. “Birdie I… I know you’ve wanted a babe, but… I don’t know if it’s possible…” francis nods in agreement.
“Gilbert’s treatments are expensive… a babe would be too… I mean, I want children as well chwrie, but… maybe not now…” Mathews eyes are instantly watery. His hands go to his stomach, and as he stares at his belly, he starts to sob.
“wh-what of… i-I was already pregnant… if those babies w-were ours?” he sobs softly. Francis bites his lower lip. “well… we’d figure it out. And of course I’d love them but… they aren’t…” he trails off. Gilbert notices first as Mathews sobs worsen and his body folds, as though he’s trying to hug his belly.
“I’m gonna be a dad… birdie! I’m gonna be a dad!” he Cher, pulling mathew close to his chest. “they are ours, Ja? aren’t they?” he asks with a big hopeful smile.
Mather sobs on gils shoulder, and nods excitedly. Gilbert pulls mathew gently closer, hugging him tightly and declaring that he’ll never let the omega go. Never. He smiles brightly, humming and crooning into matties ear. Francis, catching up to the situation, joins in the celebration.
“Oh… Ma cherie… I had no idea that… oh, I feel so dumb. Of course I’m happy, and excited… this amazing. A miracle.” He smiles brightly, kissing Mathew deeply and holding the smaller blonde close.
