Tu Es Ma Lumière

9 - Pillow Talk *Modern*

Mary Valois-Anguleme awoke slowly, her eyes adjusting to the darkness of her large bedroom. She frowned slowly, feeling the bitter nip of the December air, yet her bed was far warmer than usual. She slowly attempted to lean up from her position upon the pillows and the soft mattress. Yet, it was fruitless.

The object of her overheating was soon made obvious by the movement of the mattress. She wined pitifully, the large, muscular body of her husband wrapping around her back. She tried to move her legs to make him roll back over, but it didn't work. Her husband slept on, oblivious.

"No, too hot." she wined, not sure why. He was still sleeping, it wasn't like he could hear her.

Francis exhaled in his sleep, nuzzling into her neck. Mary bit her lip in appreciation, feeling the point of his nose stroke back and forth against her pulse point. He slung an arm around her waist and Mary huffed in exasperation, laying back against the warm pillows.

She felt a second slight wave in the mattress. Looking in the reflection of her mirror against the bedside table, she saw her step son curl up to his father's upper back and neck. She smiled softly, seeing his small arms wrap around his father's neck, their blonde hair meshing together as Jean burrowed into his father's curls.

A small murmur brought her attention towards her front. Two small bodies moved closer towards her, matching dark curls getting tangled together. So serene and beautiful and innocent and oblivious to their power upon the world's stage. It was so odd to think that these small children held so much power already. They were just normal children who happened to be the grandsons of President Henry Valois-Anguleme.

Mary's eldest child, her precious little two year old, who bore the names of his grandfathers and godfather, pushed his younger brother closer towards their family. His beautiful eyes -her eyes- were closed, long black lashes fluttering as James Henry Edward Valois-Anguleme dreamed away. Her one year old son, Jeffree Léon Ossien, mumbled, tightening his little fist into his mothers' red satin slip top. His beautiful blue eyes were also closed as he breathed in the scent of his mothers' hair and perfume. Smiling softly, Mary gently stroked their soft, beautiful hair back, encouraging them both rest. She picked up Francis' hand, moving the limp limb to lay across his sons.

A small yawn caught her attention. Looking down to the bed below her, her nine day old new baby lay. His big blue eyes were bright as he looked up at his mother, dirty blonde strands of hair fuzzy and soft as he made grabby hands at her. Mary smiled down at her youngest, taking his impossibly tiny fist in her own. Zachary Sébastien Malachi made small noises as his mother sat straight up against the pillows, picking him up and laying his tiny body onto her chest. Mary kissed the dawny blonde strands of her youngest baby , looking down at her husband and step son who now called her momma. She ran her hand through her Francis' hair and kissed Jean's, before lowering her shift for her young baby to suckle his nourishment from her.

She was so transfixed by these little things that shared she and her husbands' bed and heart, not even noticing when her husband awoke from his rest and stared at his wife as she nourished their new offspring.

"Well, that's a sight I'll never tire of." he spoke. Looking at him as he moved Jean from his back and to his half brothers. Seaking warmth, the six year old curled into the little bodies and mumbled in his slumber. Smiling at the sight of her step and god son holding the half brothers he hadn't been sure what to make of when she, Francis and Lola had informed them of conception, Mary looked from the three to the man she had sworn her life to and the man who's children she had borne and risen with him.

"He's a good baby." she smiled softly. Francis sat up straight, leaning them both into his arms. He kissed his wife as the baby suckled from his mothers' breast.

"He is," he noted. Both James and Jeffree had been good babies. Jean, however, had not been. Of course, the newborn had spent his nights with his mother who was well on her way to producing her first child with Narciesse, who had also needed time away from the rambunctious child as she grew her first daughter. But from what the exhausted mother had told both the father of her child and the child's godmother, nights had been sleepless.

It hadn't been like that with any of the children he had borne with his wife, however. So, that's why after the baby had been settled, the possible future president and first lady of the United States, Francis de Valois-Anguleme could easily find contentment.