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Neither of them had told you either, it was meant to be a surprise. Turning off the alarms and sleeping in with you tucked between them until the sun was high in the sky, Philippe's hand draped over your waist, peppering kisses on your shoulders patiently as Corbeau cradled your face, gently running his fingers over your cheekbones, every now and again pressing a kiss to your forehead as well.

Philippe had gotten up first. To make breakfast for the three of you, he told Corbeau. Even with all the peace in the world, Philippe still could not stay in bed past eight in the morning. The need to be useful too strong for him to allow himself the rest, no matter how much you or Corbeau insisted.

Instead, he made his way to the kitchen, the godly smell of his cooking filling the apartment as he hummed to himself, a content smile on his face and a purple apron the only thing over his broad chest.

Corbeau pulled you closer into his arms, nuzzling his face into your hair to press a few kisses to your neck. You stirred just a little, only enough to giggle and wrap yourself around him, fingers making their way through his hair.

“Morning, sunshine.” He whispered with a kiss pressed against your ear. 

“Hm-hmm, morning.” You hummed in reply, halfway between sleepy and blissful. “You’re still here.”

Corbeau laughed a little, leaving another kiss over your jaw. “You sound surprised.”

“Well, you don’t usually leave late for work. Actually, I think I’ve never seen you leave late for work.”

You pulled back from him with a raised brow, looking at Corbeau as if something were clearly off.

“I took the day off.” He explained, and it only made you raise the other brow. “I wanted to be with you today.”

Confusion turned into surprise and melted into affection, a look so soft in your eyes it made Corbeau consider throwing the entire breakfast plan off just to have you then and there.

And if not for the soft knock on the door from Philippe, leaning into the doorframe and watching the two of you with pure love, he might just have.

“Breakfast’s ready.” He announced, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Special for our love. Happy birthday, dearest.”

“You’re both here.” You squeezed Corbeau’s hand, looking from him to Philippe with a gleam in your eyes that was likely going to make him retire early just so he could see it every day when you woke up by his side. “Oh my loves, thank you so much-”

Corbeau didn’t let you finish, stealing a kiss from your lips and gathering you into his arms. Carrying you off the bed as you laughed, the sound like honey on his tongue.

Philippe’s arms braced around him a mere moment after, holding the two of you against his chest as Corbeau kissed you so slowly, as if he had all of eternity to spend right by your side, and he'd make every second of it count.

Philippe intertwined Corbeau's fingers with his own where they held your thighs. He leaned down to kiss your neck, earning a sweet little gasp that Corbeau swallowed right from your lips.

He smiled against your skin, tracing a line of kisses down to your shoulder, nudging your nightrobe to the side to give him more access. 

This time when you gasped, Corbeau pulled away, looking over your face with a smug little smile before squeezing Philippe’s fingers in a silent cue.