France x Reader: Next Time, Just Ask.

‘Are you home?’ (y/n) texted as she walked down the sidewalk with her best friend.

‘Non, amor,’ came the response. ‘I’m out with the guys. I should be home in an hour. ’

“Hey! That should be plenty of time!” (y/n)’s friend said after reading the message. “I’ll take you home right now.”

“You really think I’ll find something?” (y/n) asked warily.

“It’s worth a try. Who else would have access to the house while you’re gone?”

“You’re right,” (y/n) sighed. ‘Alright,’ she messaged back. ‘I’ll see you then.’

‘Bon. Je t’iame!~ <3’

‘Love you, too. ’

“Come on! Let’s go!” (y/n) was  pushed into the passenger seat and driven home as fast as possible.

“What if I can’t find anything, Jess?” (y/n) asked along the way.

“You have to!” Jessica cried. “How else are you going to prove that Francis is responsible? This has his name written all over it.”

“He’s very good at keeping things secret from me,” (y/n) reminded her friend.

“You’ll just have to look harder! You have to get him back for this.”

“Easy for you to say,” (y/n) muttered as Jessica pulled up in front of The Bonnefoy house.

“Good luck, (y/n)!” Jess cheered with a wave as (y/n) got out of the car.

“Thanks.” (y/n) hurried up the front stairs to the house and unlocked the front door.

“Where should I start?” (y/n) wondered as she entered the apartment. Her (e/c) eyes fell on the stairs. The bedroom was a good place to start her search. She locked the door before going upstairs to the master bedroom. She dropped her purse on the bed with a sigh. How could she search with their room being so tidy? Francis would notice! It was worth a try, at least.

(y/n) started in the bathroom. Her fingers combed through every drawer and the medicine cabinet for signs of Francis’ trickery. She had been very careful not to misplace the box. Even the trash can was empty. After determining it wasn’t in the bathroom, (y/n) continued her search in the bedroom. The first place she looked was her vanity, then the nightstands. Neither of the furniture housed the box.

“Ugg!” (y/n) groaned as she flopped onto the bed. “I know they’re here! I took one last week.” She bit her lip as she shook her head. “Where else can I look?” She got to her feet and searched every room in the house, including the trash cans. Still no box. Her investigation ended with the garbage can outside. To her dismay, it had been emptied yesterday.

“Fetch!” (y/n) hissed as she collapsed onto a kitchen chair. Her fingers kneaded her scalp in an attempt to calm down. This just wasn’t her day. “Oooh, that--that frog!” she shouted. Arthur would have been proud to hear her call her husband his favorite name. It only happened when she was really frustrated with Francis. “Wait. What if he . . .” (y/n) mused. “He could have them with him. It’s possible. I don’t know . . .”

(y/n) carefully recalled Francis’ behavior over the past few months. As far as she could tell, he acted normally. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Now that she thought about it, those last two pills did taste oddly like the Altoids Minis she had in her purse. They were the right size and color. Now the question was how Francis managed to switch them with the original ones. (y/n) silently chuckled as she shook her head. She had figured out how he’d done it. It really wasn’t that complicated.

“Francis, you little stinker.”

Ten minutes later, (y/n) heard the front door open. “Amor, I’m ‘ome!” Francis called from the entry way. “(y/n)? Are you ‘ere?”

“Yeah!” (y/n) called from the kitchen. Francis walked in to see her sitting at the table, nursing a cup of tea--peppermint, judging by the smell--and reading a book. He smiled as he pulled up a chair to sit next to her.

“Did you ‘ave fun wizh Jessica?” Francis asked as he draped an arm across his wife’s shoulders. He pecked her cheek, letting his lips linger on her skin afterwards.

“I did,” (y/n) replied with a small smile. “We went out to lunch.”

Francis’s brown furrowed slightly. “Just lunch? No shopping?”

“No, not today.” (y/n) looked up from her book. “She forgot a hair appointment, so we only had time for lunch.”

“I see. Well, more time for me, zhen!” Francis said cheerfully.

(y/n) chuckled as Francis kissed her tenderly. “Would you like a cup of tea?” she offered him.

“Oui! Zhe peppermint smells really good.”

“Alright.” (y/n)’s hands slightly shook out of nervousness. Thankfully Francis couldn’t see from the table. As she prepared his tea she asked, “Francis, it seems I’ve misplaced my birth control pills. Have you seen them?”

The Frenchman didn’t hesitate to answer. “No, I ‘ave not. I zhought you took good care of zhem.” He stood to rummage through the pantry for a snack.

“I’ve searched the entire house, and they’re not here.” (y/n) stirred Francis’s preferred amount of sugar into the tea. “Are you sure you don’t know where they are?”

“Oui, ma cher,” Francis assured her. He found some thin mint cookies, closing the pantry door once they were in hand. “You aren’t out already, are you?”

(y/n) shook her head. “No. I had four more pills.”

Francis returned to the table, already digging in to the cookies. “You could just buy anozher box,” he suggested as he leaned back in his chair.

“I guess I have to,” (y/n) sighed as she placed the tea in front of Francis. “Here you go, hon.”

“Merci,” Francis said as he wrapped his fingers around the handle. He lifted the cup to his lips to taste the brew. “Mmm.~ Delicious.” He delicately placed the cup back on the saucer to eat another cookie. “Do you want me to get it for you?”

“No, I’ll get it later,” (y/n) told him. She stifled a yawn with her hand. “I’m going to lay down for a bit.”

“Are you sure?” Francis gave her a worried look as she stood.

“Yeah. Enjoy your tea.”

“I will,” Francis said with a smile. He reached for the cup again.

(y/n) walked around him as he drank the warm tea. She placed her lips right next to his ear, trying to keep a straight face. “I love you Francis, but next time, just tell me you want a baby.”

Francis choked on the tea, spewing it out beautifully. He coughed as he stared up at his smirking wife. “*Quoi?!” he gasped. His eyes were wide with shock. “Are you saying you’re pregnant?!”

(y/n)’s smirk changed into a grin. “You tell me. You’re the one who switched the pills for Altoid Minis!” She giggled while casually leaving the kitchen.

“Wait! ‘ow can I know for sure if you are or not?” Francis demanded as he got to his feet. He spotted (y/n) in the living room, making her way for the stairs.

“You'll have to catch me,” (y/n) teased. She waited, keeping her weight on her toes as she watched Francis.

Francis shook his head, not believing his wife managed to get him back for his trickery. His glare quickly turned into a smirk as he lept over the couch to give chase. (y/n) squeaked as she darted up the stairs as fast as she could. Their rich laughter echoed pleasantly around the house.