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Pierre did not move from his spot on the floor, staying knelt on the ground with his hands pressed over his ears as he continued to sob. He didn’t want to hear Sebastian, didn’t want to hear him leave, this all just hurt too much.
“Pierre…” Pierre could vaguely hear Sebastian call, but he still didn’t move, staying in his spot with his eyes closed. He flinched and let out a harsh cry when he felt a pair of warm arms wrap around him.
“Just go, just go!” Pierre sobbed, fighting Sebastian as the German tried to pull him into his arms. Sebastian shushed him gently, holding him close.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Sebastian whispered, clutching Pierre’s face between his hands. Pierre hiccuped, still half-heartedly pushing at Sebastian’s chest, but then Sebastian’s lips were pressing over his, the German gently stroking his hair as he kissed Pierre with passion.
“Y-you said you needed time, you looked angry…” Pierre whispered when Sebastian pulled back. Seb shushed him softly, wiping some stray tears off Pierre’s cheeks. The German seemed overwhelmed, tears brimming in his eyes as well.
“I’m sorry, I never meant to make you think I would leave.” Seb whispered. “I love you, my darling, I would never leave you.” he added quietly, resting their foreheads together. Pierre sniffled.
“You still want me?” Pierre whispered, “Us, I mean?” he added shakily, curling an arm around his belly. Sebastian sighed, hand curling under Pierre’s chin.
“I want nothing more.” he whispered, pressing another gentle kiss to Pierre’s lips.
“Even the baby?” Pierre asked again. Sebastian placed a hand over Pierre’s stomach, the tears he had been trying to keep in now spilling down his cheeks.
“Of course.” he sighed shakily. Pierre smiled now, snuggling into Sebastian.
“We’re going to have a baby.” Pierre sighed in disbelief, finally feeling the sadness draining out of his body as he gently carded his fingers through the short hairs on the nape of Seb’s neck Sebastian smiled at the touch.
“Pierre, look at me sweetheart, please.” the German whispered. Pierre curiously looked up, drawing in a sharp breath as he spotted a small, velvet box in Seb’s hand.
“I was going to propose to you today, at the party. Charles and Lewis insisted on it.” Sebastian chuckled. “But I want to do it now, when it’s just the three of us.” he smiled. Pierre just stared at Sebastian with wide eyes, watching as the German opened the box to show a gold wedding band with a large diamond insert. Pierre gasped, pressing a hand to his mouth.
“Oh it’s beautiful.” Pierre sighed. Sebastian reached for Pierre’s free hand, pressing a kiss to his palm as he offered the Frenchman a shaky smile.
“My beautiful golden boy.” Sebastian whispered finally. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes! Oui of course!” Pierre sighed instantly, flinging himself in Sebastian’s arms as he promptly started to cry again, out of happiness this time around. Sebastian held him tightly, only briefly pulling away to kiss Pierre and to slip the ring on his finger. They sat together on the floor after that, Pierre still with the dress pooled around his waist but this time around, Pierre didn’t care. Sebastian’s warm fingers were splayed over his stomach, the older man whispering sweet nothing in his ear as Pierre smiled down giddily on the ring on his finger.
Then Pierre tensed, looking up at the clock.
“Oh my, we’re already an hour late for the party!” Pierre gasped. Sebastian chuckled, pressing a kiss to Pierre’s forehead.
“You still want to go?” he asked.
“Yes, of course!” Pierre said, “I want to be there for Charles.” he smiled. Sebastian nodded.
“You get dressed then, I’ll call Lewis to let him know we will be late.” he whispered, helping Pierre onto his feet. Sebastian made to leave the room, but Pierre stopped him, drawing Seb into a soft kiss.
“I love you so much.” he whispered. Sebastian grinned.
“I love you too, my beautiful fiancé.”
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“Are you okay?” Charles asked worriedly the moment Sebastian and Pierre entered the party venue. Pierre nodded, looking away and adjusting his black dress. Charles gave him a curious look.
“Why are you not wearing the pink dress we bought?” Charles asked. Pierre bit his lip.
“I’m pregnant.” he whispered. Charles’s eyes widened, his smile falling and Pierre felt for his friend. Charles had been trying for a baby for as long as Charles knew him and had still to succeed, while Pierre’s pregnancy hadn’t even planned.
“Charlie…” Pierre whispered softly. Charles blinked, shaking out of his trance,
“Congratulations.” Charles sighed, hugging Pierre tightly. Pierre hugged him tightly.
“It will happen for you one day.” Pierre whispered in Charles’s ear. Charles nodded as he pulled away.
“One day.” he said, smiling shakily when Sebastian gently stroked his cheek. Charles clutched at Pierre’s hands, gasping when he felt the ring around Pierre’s finger.
“You already asked?” Charles asked Sebastian, who nodded.
“It was the best moment to do so.” he said, kissing Pierre’s temple. Charles smiled giddily and waved over Lewis, telling his husband what was going on. Lewis smiled and hugged Sebastian and Pierre tightly, congratulating them both. Antonio and Kimi were suddenly there too, congratulating Pierre and Sebastian with excited smiles.
Even with the distractions, Pierre still saw Lewis taking Charles aside, the doctor hugging his young husband tightly and stroking his hair. Charles seemed to be crying, whispering something in Lewis’s ear, and the Brit sighed, closing his eyes and seeming saddened too.
“Come on, let’s give them a moment.” Sebastian whispered when he saw Pierre looking over at the couple.
“I just feel so bad for them.” Pierre whispered, his own hand unconsciously cradling his barely existent baby bump. Sebastian sighed, kissing Pierre’s temple.
“Me too.”
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“Look at how big you’ve gotten!” Antonio smiled as Pierre came up from the below deck rooms of Kimi’s yacht. The Frenchman smiled, hand on the prominent roundness of his stomach. He was wearing a little bikini set that only accentuated the bump and Pierre proudly grinned down on it. Pierre sat down next to Sebastian, contentedly leaning into the German’s side.
“Where is Charles?” Lewis asked, wandering over with a tray of food in his hands. Kimi frowned slightly.
“I saw him go below deck earlier.” he muttered, Antonio briefly nodding in agreement before going back to gently tickling Ambrosia’s belly, making the little girl squeal happily. Lewis nodded, turning to the stairs, but then his phone rang.
“I’ll go check.” Pierre smiled when he saw Lewis hesitate. “I need to pee again anyways.” he chuckled, pulling on his simple summer dress over his bikini. Sebastian smiled and pressed a kiss to Pierre’s shoulder, helping him up.
Pierre made his way down, calling out Charles’s name and not getting any response. He sighed and made his way over to one of the bathrooms, grumbling a little about the way the baby pushed against his bladder, when he suddenly heard soft sniffles. Pierre quickly headed in direction of the sound, founding Charles in one of the other bathrooms. The Monégasque was seated on the floor, knees tucked up to his chest as he cried hoarsely.
“Oh mon pote…” Pierre sighed when he saw the pregnancy test on the floor next to his friend.
“I was so sure this time.” Charles sobbed, frantically reaching for Pierre to hug him tightly. Pierre shushed him, gently stroking his hair.
“Ssh, I know it hurts, baby.” Pierre whispered, gently stroking Charles’s hair. Charles hiccuped, burying his face in Pierre’s shoulder.
“I’m failing Lewis, he is pulling away from me, I can sense it.” Charles whispered brokenly. Pierre sighed.
“I’m sure it will be okay, you are just stressed darling.” Pierre tried to soothe. Charles only cried louder.
“I just want a baby, I just want to be a happy little family.” he whimpered. “Everything is going to shit! I will lose him too, Pierre, I will lose him too.” he cried.
“Charlie?” Lewis suddenly spoke up from the doorway. Charles gasped, wiping at his cheeks to try to get rid of his tears.
“Lewis, I-” he gasped out, quickly grabbing the pregnancy test and moving to get rid of it. Lewis stepped closer, sinking down on his knees and gently pulling his husband into his arms.
“Oh baby.” Lewis sighed shakily, stroking Charles’s hair as the Monégasque started to cry all over again.
“I tried everything! I drank the right teas, did the exercises- I don’t understand why it isn’t working.” Charles rambled. Lewis sighed, closing his eyes and nuzzling his face into Charles’s neck.
“We will get there baby, one day.” Lewis whispered hoarsely. “We have to keep faith.”
Pierre had gotten up, filling a glass with water, and handed it to Charles, helping him calm down.
“I’ll leave you two alone.” Pierre smiled, kissing the top of Charles’s head before walking out of the bathroom. He walked back up the little stairs, winching a little at the pain of his back, and sat down next to Sebastian, hugging him tightly.
“We’re lucky.” he whispered vaguely, taking Seb’s hand and placing it on the bump. Sebastian eyed him curiously, before a look of understanding came over his face. Pierre looked up and locked eyes with Antonio, the young Italian sitting back with his little daughter fast asleep on his chest. Antonio sighed and gave Pierre a small nod, and Pierre smiled back.
They would find a way to cheer Charles up, it was the least they could do.