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"Francis, come on," you groaned when Francis would continually ignore you, poking his cheek in annoyance, "Get up and off your sexy ass already and go check up on the baby... And tie your hair up, it's getting in my face again!"

Francis chuckles faintly in his pretend sleep, deciding to just encase you in his strong arms and buff chest to keep you from moving. You frowned at your husband and the sounds of your darling child calling for you and Francis, sleepy parents, from the nursery room.

Sleepily, you said to Francis again, "Please Francis, it's your turn to check on the baby..."

Francis lifted one of his eyelids to allow his adoring blue eyes to stare at you, a smirk playing up one his pale face, "Why should I, ma chérie?"

You rolled your eyes at Francis' playful banter, deciding to immediately step up Francis' motivation towards getting out of the warm pillows, cocoon of blankets and your hot body temperature. Slowly sitting up, you slung a leg over Francis' other side, effectively straddling him, "Because, ma loup, if you don't get up," You pulled on a strand of his long, blonde hair, whispering into his ear as he moaned, "You won't get a reward..."

You slowly kissed his jaws, his cheek, then pecking his lips. You rolled quickly off of Francis when he tried to buck, pushing him out of bed. Francis resisted, wanting to get another kiss from you, but you kicked him very close to his family jewels for comfort, "Francis, just go check on the baby!"

Francis finally groaned, getting up, "Alright, ma chérie, alright! But," he said, as he grinned and gave you a look, "You must give me an endearing kiss when I return!" He snatched up the sleeping Pierre, who gave a cute 'tweet' to his master, "C'mon Pierre 3!"

Francis walked out of his shared bedroom with the white feathered dove, to the sound of your snort and indignant cry of, "I refuse to kiss you and your facial hair, Francis!"

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You tried to get comfortable in the bed again, but you missed Francis' body heat. You heard the sounds of Francis, the cheeping Pierre clone and your little baby quieten down, so you attempted to fall back asleep again. Sooner or later, you heard the tell tale sounds of your bedroom door locking, so you assumed that it was done.

Yawning, you sleepily called out to Francis, "What was wrong with the little darling? Was it another diaper change...?"

Francis grinned at your cute sleepy face, with your hair all mused up, "Hm, ma petit chou was merely lonely and wanted to see his Papa and snuggle Pierre! So I left a Pierre and here I am..." he smiled, not that you could see him. Lifting your head off the pillow, you glanced at your French husband leaning against the bedroom door, smiling at your curled up form.

"So," you said slowly, "No poop?" He shook his head.

You finally nodded at your husband. You turned over on the bed, trying to find a warm spot. "Well, good night Francis." you yawned loudly again, never noticing Francis striding towards your limp body, "Thank you for taking your turn anyways...EEK! Francis!"

Francis smirked, having captured his prey, you, in his arms and legs, keeping one of his own legs between yours to stop you from closing them. He grinned suavely above you, "Wakey-wakey, dear [Name]..." He chuckles sexily at your wide eyes, licking the shell of your ear slowly, "You owe me, ma chérie, with that...stimulating wake up call you gave me... And you know," Francis smirks as he puts his hand under your head, his blue eyes sparkling at you, "We need to start with the next baby anyways..."

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