Lovey dovey

Arthur sat in a chair by the window where the light was shinning. A clear day with no clouds in sight made this a perfect chance for him to do some embroidering. As he continued his silent pass time he heard the door open.

Smiling he set the artwork aside and stood up and stretched.  Half the day was over and he could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Walking to the door he looked out to make sure it was who he thought it was.

Moments later the Frenchman strolled dup the last few steps. Noticing him standing there in the door farm he smiled and continued forward until they met one another, embracing and a light peck was earned.  They held each other foe a little while before going into the room.

Francis sat down the chair and Arthur sat side ways on his lap. "Well? What did they say?"

"They said they would think about it," Francis replied with a smile.

"What if they don't agree? What are we going to do then?"

"Mon cher do not worry. I didn't sense anything that meant they wouldn't agree,"

Arthur frowned and looked down still wondering what would happen. Francis hadn't gotten an answer. They meant things where not solved yet.

"I hope they contact you soon,"

"Oui, I hope they do. Oh? Where you embroidering today?"

Arthur took the cloth from Francis gently. "Yes. It clams me down and I have been meaning to work on it lately. With everything that's going on I haven't had time to work on it at all. I also need to work on my knitting again. The garden is fine though, I work in it everyday,"

"That is good,"

"Francis?"

"Oui?"

"They wouldn't… you don't think they would…?"

"Ah, Mon cher you mustn't' worry so much! I told you I'm sure it will be fine,"

They stayed quite for a little while each thinking of what may or may not happen. After a short while the phone rang making them jump. Arthur snatched the phone from Francis's pocket and looked at the ID. Holding his breath he opened and pushed it towards Francis, eyes filled with anticipation.

"Hello, boss? Oui. Yes, I'm sure. He's with me now. Yes, I understand. Oui. Oui, merci,"

The phone clicked closed and he looked at Arthur with an unreadable face.

"What did he say…?"

"Mon cher I'm sorry…"

"Wha…?" Arthur's eyes stung,"

"… Because I'm not going to let you into the kitchen after we're married,"

"You…! What a rotten trick!" Arthur yelled even though he smiled as tears roll down his face passed his smile and he leaned to kiss his future husband.