je suis toute à vous

※  “What, Madame du Motier…?” Gil jokes, pressing another kiss to her neck. He knew how she liked to be called that. It was unusual to him; the fact that she prided herself on calling herself du Motier not because of the prestige of his family, but because it was his name. He only wishes that he’d taken hers as one of his when they’d married. But his name is too long to begin with, he didn’t need an additional name to signify how much he loves his wife. That much is clear to anyone who sees him interacting with her.

※  Laughing softly, he nods, running his hands through her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead.  “And I am all yours, Madame. Always.”

he jokes, he laughs, but adrienne knows he understands how serious she is. there are few things she loves more than hearing mrs. du motier or madame du motier. even when their friends back in high school would jokingly call them mr. and mrs., adrienne would smile. unable to help herself.

※  “You continue to flatter me with every word you speak, Madame du Motier,” Gil murmured into her skin, running his fingers through her dark hair. There would never be a moment that he would want anything more than what Adrienne could give him. She was far too good for him. Every day, he reminded himself of how lucky he was when he woke up to her face. She was asleep, most of the times that Gil woke up, but she was gorgeous as always, and he never failed to press a kiss to her lips before he left for work. She is absolutely amazing. “I love you, too. There’s nowhere else I would rather be than by your side…” he smiles, moving closer when she tugs him towards her, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips. “I love you, too.”

“mmm...call me that again.” for so long after they married, adrienne introduced herself to anyone she could by her full name, wasted no time referring to herself as mrs. du motier. she was proud, above all, to be gilbert’s wife. to be at the side of someone who cared so much about those around him, who worked so hard to do so much good. he was a wonderful husband. a phenomenal father. a cherished friend.

※  At the kiss to his lips, Gil smiles, kissing her back lightly, his hands going to rest on her shoulders. “I do my best… you deserve the best, you deserve the whole world. Unfortunately, you’re my whole world, so I can’t give you much more than what I’ve got,” he replies, kneeling down so he’s on her level, so she doesn’t have to pull him down for any more kisses. He moves her hair back off of her shoulder to kiss her neck, whispering a soft, “I love you, mon cherie,” into her skin, a smile on his face. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

※  “Well, I may’ve eaten a couple’a those cookies you made for the bake sale tomorrow, but, otherwise, I’ve been good, I promise,” he jokes, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “I mean, yeah, I know they love me, too. I’m their dad, they’re kind of obligated to love me. But you’re amazing. And wonderful. And their mother. And I love you.” Gil smiles, leaning down to kiss her lips quickly. “Sorry for eatin’ those cookies.”

※  He laughs at the feeling of her hands around his wrists, the extra lotion rubbing off onto his skin. She’s the light of his life, the mother of his children, his wife, his favorite person in the world, his soulmate. She’s all Gil could’ve ever asked for and more. Sometimes, he still thinks back to the moment they met and what a fool of himself he’d made, but she took him anyways, and he’s eternally grateful. “They adore you, too, though, babe… you’re always around for them, you’re an amazing mother and you deserve every award in the world. I’ve influenced them, sure, but, half the time, it’s my influence that’s getting them in trouble at school. You’re the one who gives them all of the great traits they have. Thank you for being so wonderful.”

※  Getting up from his spot on the bed to wrap his arms around her shoulders, Gil presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head, looking at the two of them in the mirror. “It isn’t that any of our darling children have done anything wrong, but that none of them have done anything wrong recently – it’s you. You’re amazing. You’re such a good influence on them, you’re too good for me, you’re amazing.”

        the thing is, adrienne isn’t a stranger to gil’s nearly constant, sometimes over the top stream of commenting. it had gone on since they were teenagers (and she remembers having been told that it would wear off, that he would stop when he got settled and bored with their relationship). she’s not even surprised that it feels like it’s coming out of nowhere. but it doesn’t really make her any less confused. still, “darling,” she wraps her hands around his wrists, smiling at their reflection.

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※  “You know, you’re far better at this parenting thing than I am – have I ever thanked you?”

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      “not forgot…” but she hadn’t been expecting this. his gift on valentine’s had been just that - a gift. not something she wanted him to pay her back for, something he’d have to take a passing mention of having spent enough time together and turn it into a weekend away. “babe, you really didn’t have to.”

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         “tell me about it.” the semester seemed to drag on, just endless cycles of work and sleep and studying and human rights society meetings…she was tired.

      but it was worth it, now, to be home. and she knew that the next week would pass in a blink, but she’d take it. a blink was worth more than all of the time she’d spent away and without him. “have i told you yet that i missed you? because i really did.”

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           “mm…make me.”