#askcourf

Sophia though it was only going to be a soft peck but was surprised when he leaned in for another. She gasped wrapping her arms around his neck as her lips moved with his. Her head was reeling as she got lost in the moment.

"What's the point in doing anything?"

Sophia sat in the playroom smiling as she watched her baby boy crawling around. As soon as they heard the door close the little one got excited and started crawling out of the room to greet his father. Little jacob was a little over a year old now. "Papa!" He squeaked out before latching onto his leg, not wanting to let go. askcourf

"That sounds like it was painful." She frowned taking his hand and kissing his finger tips. "What about this one? Was it from the accident?" She looked up at him as she traced a faint scar on his abdomen.

Grantaire sat at the table, finding it hard to look at Courfeyrac. He felt like he had done something wrong that's lead to him avoiding him.

Wrestling with the gate, Louis on his leash and the shopping, Jehan huffed his hair out of his face. "Courf!" He called, half whining as Louis pulled excitedly to get inside, finally getting the gate open and letting Louis run into the garden, huffing again as he wrestled to get the gate shut again, laughing at how badly he was handling everything. "Courf! Come help me!" He was whining now, deciding to leave the gate and just hope Louis didn't make a break for it, wanting to put the groceries down. "Are you in?!"

Sophia went through the usual day. She got out of work early and wanted to go to the swing. Her mind immediately went to courf, remembering all the good times they had together. She wished that she stayed in touch with him through the years but they just grew apart. She could remember the feeling of his lips on hers when they first kissed. She smiled at the thought as she made her way there. Courf was her first everything. First kiss, first love, first friend. Before they drifted apart he was even the one who first made love to her. As she arrived her heart dropped seeing someone at the swing. She made her way over slowly unable to find her voice. "C-courf." She choked out.

Slouched in his seat, his paint splattered boots up on the table in front of him and a bottle of beer between his lips. He watched it in a kind of daze, his head tipped back as he balanced it in the air. He knew it was pissing Enjolras off, he knew it started pissing him off a while ago, but he stayed vigilantly as he was under the claim that "he was getting every drop of beer out of it to get his money's worth."