This was bad. Very very bad. You bit your bottom lip, wondering what you should do. What could you do? There was no way to prevent it. You could only tell him and hope he wouldn't grow angry.
Sitting down, you looked about the tidy apartment and allowed a small smile grace your lips. It was a nice and cozy home, full of things both you and Francis loved. The smile dropped when you thought of what you had to tell him.
As if your worried thoughts had summoned your fiance, the front door swung open and the tired looking man tromped in. After closing the door and kicking his shoes off, he looked up. A smile that could have lit up the world spread across his face. All exhaustion and weary troubles seemed to lift off him.
He tossed his jacket onto a near by chair and pulled off his throat constricting tie. Walking over to you, he flung himself forward, burying his face in your chest.
"Today 'as been so long wiz out you mon amour." He mumbled, voice slightly muffled by your chest. You giggled, stroking his long, blonde hair.
It was now or never, you had to tell him before it happened.
"Oui?" The blonde nestled deeper against your chest, causing you to blush.
"Can I ask you something?"
This made him pause and glance up at you, blue eyes suddenly alarmed. You noticed and put up your hands, face flushed.
"Nothing bad, just um....... I was wondering if.... Um." You trailed off, not knowing how to word it. Francis stared for a moment, then smirked. You narrowed your eyes, then shrieked. He was nipping at your breast through your shirt.
"You know you do 'ave to ask about zat mon amour." His voice had turned into a throaty purr, making your face flush deep red. You pressed a hand against his cheek, moving his head away. He pretended pouted, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he tried not to laugh.
"Um.... How would you like to meet my parents?" Your voice shook slightly, as you looked everywhere but at him. You were worried that he would refuse, but not as worried of what your parents would think of him.
Francis's eyes lit up and he grinned. "I would love to meet zem mon amour. It will make our engagement more official."
You swallowed and grimaced, "About that.... I haven't told them yet."
His jaw dropped, you looked away, biting your lip. He got up from the floor and sat next to you, grabbing your chin and pulling you face towards his.
"B-Because." You paused, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "I wasn't sure they would like you and.....and I wanted us to have a small private wedding. Just you and me."
Your face flushed bright red and you felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Francis chuckled, wrapping his arms about your waist and pulling you onto his lap. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours.
"Oh mon amour. You are so sweet." He placed a tender kiss on your nose, smiling. you blushed, snuggling closer to him. He sighed happily, kissing your cheek.
"You do realize what their visit means, right?"
You giggled into his neck and bit your lip.
"You can't walk about the apartment naked."
Your giggles escalated into full out laughter at his shocked and disappointed look. It changed into a smile as he began laughing with you.
"A sacrifice I will be willing to make."
You snorted, trying not to laugh again. You had been really silly. Of course Francis wouldn't get mad. He was one of the sweetest and kindest of men. You were the luckiest person alive to have him.