give your all to me I'll give my all to you

I walked into the small room part of Cami's gallery which would soon become her office, bending over to grab a bucket of paint. My eyes moved to Gabe who looked super serious while he pained on the lower part of the wall, so much into his work that he didn't even notice me. Once back to the only other space of the gallery, I grinned at Cami who was staring at a wall herself, but she didn't look as serious as her son, she looked a little tired, and mostly happy.

I set the bucket she had asked me for next to her, "Do you need something else?" I asked, kissing her cheek.

"Keep working and don't get distracted." She grinned at me as she pulled her hair up in a messy bun, ready to go back painting.

"Yes ma'am." I grinned back at her, grabbing one of the paintbrushes and following the orders she had given to me earlier. It didn't surprise me that she had decided to take care of everything about her gallery, without asking anyone's help, and even if it was a lot to do she looked really happy, radiant. "I'm your slave here to serve you."

She bumped her shoulder with mine, biting down on her lip, "I love how that sounds." She admitted then we both started painting, the autumn light coming from the wife windows giving the place a magical atmosphere.

It was a peaceful sunday afternoon and I felt so satisfied...as if my life was complete. It really was.

"Is Gabe doing a disaster?" She asked me, pulling me it of my thoughts.

I shook my head, grinning, "He's so focused he didn't even realize I was in the room. I think he doesn't want to disappoint you and he's trying to paint the best wall you'll ever see."

"I'm sure it'll be amazing," Cami said with a serious expression before breaking into a wide smile, unable to hide how happy she was. "Our baby is so cute."

"He's not a baby anymore," I replied with a raised eyebrow but my grin still in place.

She nodded her head as she kept painting, of course she knew that but he'd always be her baby, probably even when he'd be 30. "I need more babies in my life," She bit down on her lip to conceal her grin. We'd been talking about having another baby for a while now but it was only words. "By the time we have another baby, Gabe will be old enough to babysit it," She added as an afterthought.

"I don't know why both you and Tristan talk about the age difference as if it's such a big deal." I frowned at the wall I was painting, because it didn't make sense to me. Of course it would have been better have kids who were all about the same age, but life happened and in ours we had been through a lot of things during the last six years, none of them bringing us to have another baby.

"Did you talk to Tristan about us having more kids?" She asked and even if I wasn't looking at her, I knew she was looking at me.

I shrugged nonchalantly, bending over to dip my brush into the paint, "We talked about a lot of things the other night, so yes, we talked about that too." I explained quietly but kept frowning, because I feel as if she wasn't completely happy at the thought of having a baby when Gabe was already a big boy, but there was nothing I, or anyone else, could do about it since turning back time wasn't part of my skills.

Cami wrinkled her nose and silence fell in the room, leaving me there waiting for her to speak again. "Oh," She said after a while, but that was no word. She turned back to the wall in front of her and focused on painting instead.

"He thinks six years is a big difference," I said after a moment and I wished I didn't care about what other people said. It was going to be my kid, not Tristan's kid.

"Well we can't go back in time and make babies," She joked and glanced sideways at me, grinning even if it was a little forced. When I kept my frown in place, she turned her body back towards mine, "Baby, I was only joking. I don't care if our kids are ten years apart. I just want a family with you. That's all that matters to me."

"But I want you to be happy." I said back, letting out a sigh as I stopped painting and looked at her instead.

She smiled more genuinely this time, using her free hand to cup my neck and boring her eyes into mine. "But I am, stop making problems in your head that don't even exist. When we'll have another baby I'll be too busy being happy to care about the age difference. And you know what? Maybe it will be easier with Gabe being more indipendent, he can even help us and become more responsible...it will be fine baby, I promise."

I finally relaxed, smiling back at her as I pressed a gentle kiss on her lips, "I swear, you're so wise I don't know why I haven't married you yet."

"I don't know that either." She grinned against my lips as she stared at me with those expressive dark eyes, "Maybe it's because you haven't proposed yet."

"You're right." I said seriously and I felt that it was the right time. After carrying the ring with me for more than a month now and wondering when it'd be the best moment to propose. "Gabe!" I called out, wanting our boy to be there too, then got down on one knee.

Cami's eyes widen as she dropped the brush on the floor and covered her mouth with her hand, "Oh my god." She breathed out, as if she couldn't believe her own eyes.

Gabe joined us in that moment, at first shooting us a confused look, then grinning when he finally did the math. I had talked to him a few days back, wanting to gauge his opinion about his parents getting married. "Now papa?!" He asked, almost bouncing to us and stopping behind me, his hands on my shoulders as he smiled wide.

I nodded and looked up at Cami, fishing the ring out of the pocket of my jeans while I took her hand with my other one. "Will you marry me?" I asked, smiling like crazy myself because I had been waiting to say those words to her my whole life.

Cami parted her lips slowly as a smile spread across her face, a smile so big and so beautiful. Her head started nodding, but before a verbal response could pass through her lips, Gabe was getting impatient. "Say yes maman!" He said in an excited tone while both Cami and myself laughed. This moment couldn't be any more us... or any more perfect.

"Yes, of course yes," She said and watched as I slid the gorgeous ring on her finger with our little man clapping his hands behind me. "Oh my god," She covered her mouth again with her free hand, staring back and forth between the ring on her finger to me.

"Do you like it?!" Gabe asked and we laughed again, I looked back at Gabe and ruffled his hair with one hand.

"I love it. It's perfect," She said honestly and dropped onto her knees, bringing herself to my level and throwing her arms around me, almost knocking me off balance since I was still only on one knee. "I love you so much."

I pulled my head back to take in her expression, the happiness showing on her face was exactly what I had been hoping to see. Now I could breathe again and I found myself smiling as big as my now fiance. "I love you super much." I said back before pressing my lips hard against hers.

"Ew, stop!!" Gabe's voice cut into our romantic moment and we both pulled away, letting out a small laugh.

"What little man, aren't you happy that I love maman so much?" I grinned at our son, sitting on my a.ss and dragging Cami down with me.

He scrunched up his nose, "Yes but she's maman!"

Cami smirked at him and leaned into me as I wrapped my arms around her waist, "So what? Can't I kiss papa?"

He launched himself into our embrace and hugged his mom's neck, "No." He said simply and pouted a little.

She kisses his cheek as I held them both, dying a little for how cute they were. "Will you carry the rings to maman and papa at our wedding?" I asked, wanting him to feel involved too.

Gabe's head tilted back and he smiled at me, "Can I wear a suit too?"

"Yes, but you have to make sure you don't look better than I do," I grinned at our little guy. "It will be my wedding day after all... I can't be shown up by anyone."

"What about maman?" His eyes widened and Cami laughed at how silly we were.

I shook mys head and faked a sad face, "Maman will look gorgeous and you'll be so adorable, no one will be looking at me."

"I will instead," Cami whispered, smiling at me when I looked back at her. "Always," She added.

Gabe missed our moment and even let me lean my head down to kiss her once more, slow and passionate this time. Gabe's fingers were too busy twisting the ring around Cami's own finger, his little eyes inspecting it. "Will you get a ring too papa?" He asked and I pulled away regretfully.

"It's up to maman," I grinned at Gabe who pursed his lips together in confusion.

"He will," Cami told him and smirked. "I want everyone to know that he's mine."

"That sounds good to me." I grinned at her like an idiot, pretty sure that my face would be like that for a long time now. I was happy, all my dreams were slowly becoming true, I couldn't help it.

"But papa, only girls wear rings with shiny gems!" Gabe cut back into the conversation once again, killing me for his way to put things into words.

I shot my son an amused look before I glanced at Cami too, my smirk only getting wider. "My ring will have no shiny gems, don't worry." I told him, doing my best to sound serious but smiling miserably.

"Will there be a cake too?" He asked, of course thinking about what he cared about the most. Sweets.

I turned my head to Cami, "Maman?" I asked her, because I had no idea of what she wanted for our wedding day but I knew that I'd give her anything she wanted. All I cared about was to have her as my wife, the rest didn't matter.

"Of course," Cami smiled at me then looked at our son who was suddenly hanging onto her every word. "There will be a huge cake!"

His eyes were wide and she couldn't help but laugh, "Will you put it on papa's face?! I saw it happen in a movie!"

We both laughed and she wrapped her arms around Gabe, kissing the top of his head. "What if we put it on you instead?" She whispered in his ear and he giggled.

"He might like that instead," I said with an eyebrow raised, grinning at the two of them.

Gabe faked a serious face, "I would hate it instead!" She stared at him just as seriously before moving her hands to tickle him, laughing as he threw his head back to let out the most adorable laugh. "Maman!! I hate tickles!! Help me papa!!"

She smirked before she felt fingers on her own sides, my fingers making her laugh. "Hey! This isn't fair!" She cried out, unable to stop laughing.

I laughed along with her and Gabe, stopping only once she did. I pulled her closer to me, keeping my arms wrapped tightly around her as I nuzzled her neck and placed a soft kiss on it. "Gabe needed help instead," I said eventually and she tilted her head to smile at me.

"Will you have another baby so she can carry and throw the flowers?" Gabe asked from nowhere, making her blink since he had never brought the topic of another sibling up. Not once.

Cami and I exchanged a look, because that was a touchy subject. Or maybe it wasn't, it was more us thinking that it was because we'd assume Gabe wouldn't like sharing our attentions with anyone but we had never asked him his thought on the matter, too scared of what he'd say. One thing we knew for sure though, we'd have another baby sooner or later and our little man would have to get used to that. "She?" I broke the silence eventually, looking at our son, who just shrugged.

"I saw that in a movie too." He explained quietly and looked serious all of a sudden. More than serious he looked more as if he was holding back, as if he was shy out of nowhere. I saw myself in that behavior.

Cami caressed his hair gently and smiled at him in the way she always did whenever she wanted him to open up. It was a reassuring smile, on that comforted you too. She was an amazing more just like she'd be an amazing wife soon too. She already was to be honest. "What are you thinking about my amazing baby?" She asked softly.

He shrugged once again, not even complaining about being called a baby. "I wondered if you'd make another baby." He answered shortly.

"Why?" I asked out of curiosity, wondering where that was coming from instead.

"Because it's what parents do when they're married." He said candidly, the innocence into his eyes killing me because I didn't know how long it'd last. He was growing up so fast.

Cami bit back a grin, even though I could see she was doing her best to keep a straight face. "Would you like to have a sister? Or a brother?" She asked, being more courageous than I was apparently.

"Can I choose?" Gabe widened his eyes and I almost laughed. Almost.

I shook my head instead, "No, but you can tell us if you'd like the idea of having a little brother or a little sister."

He processed my words, nodding slowly, "A brother maybe." He said then shook his head, "No, a sister." He added but looked confused, a lot.

"What about both?" Cami made a joke, a silly grin on her face.

His eyes widened even more if possible and this time he even gasped, "Can you have both? At the same time?!"

"Some women do," She told him, and I kept my fingers crossed that he wouldn't start the 'where do babies come from?' conversation or I'd bury a hole and hide. "But twins don't run in my family, so probably not."

"What about three babies?" He asked slowly and looked almost mortified. And confused.

Cami looked down at her small stomach then back at me, "Does it look like three babies would fit in there??"

He set his hands on her stomach and then grinned and shook his head, looking at me with a more serious expression, "I decided that I want a sister." He said, looking all serious and cute. He killed me. "We can call her Pepper Potts," He added, still using his serious tone.

Cami threw her head back against my chest and laughed, "You watch too much TV."

I looked at our son in amusement, "Do you know what Pepper Potts is not her real name?" I asked him.

He widened his eyes, looking even more shocked than when we had told him that twins existed. "No?! What's her name?!"

"Virginia." I announced and he made a face.

"I don't like that one." He said seriously, shaking his head as a digusted expression crossed his cute, and silly, face, "I like Pepper instead."

"What if it's a boy instead?" Cami asked, a grin on her face but I knew she was only trying to be sneaky to know what our little man thought about the other possibility.

He furrowed his brows, looking really pensive for a moment. "No." He said finally, shaking his head, "He'd steal my toys and it wouldn't be just Papa and me on the boys team."

I processed his words and I knew where that was coming from, he was scared to be put aside, to share our attentions, but that was never going to happen. He wouldn't have to share our love, we'd only love more by adding another member to our family. "You'll always be our number one baby." I told him and grinned, because that was true. We could have one zillion babies, but he'd always be the first.

At that Gabe smiled, staring at me with admiration. He parted his lips then closed them and scrunched up his face before finally speaking, "But what if they don't like me?"

"It'd be impossible," Cami told our little guy, wrapping him up in a hug.

He kept his eyes on me and still looked torn, "Did you like Aunt Chloe when she was a baby? Or did she try to steal your toys?"

Cami lifted her eyebrow at me, grinning wide and silly. "Ask your mom," I smiled at the two of them.

"He was such a great big brother that not only Chloe wanted to be around him all of the time, but I did too," She said seriously, leaving out the part that at some point she didn't follow me just because I was Chloe's brother.

I shot my fiance and amused look, remembering how back then I hated that. At first. Then I wanted her only and Chloe was the one who was undesired. "Did you like going around with girls?!" Gabe asked, looking suprised, "My friends would make fun of me." He added.

"They do now, but when you'll grow up? They'll change their mind." I explained to him, realizing that it wouldn't take so long for him to understand that. Time was passing just too fast and I Was afraid that I'd blink and he'd be a teenager already.

He didn't seem quite convinced as he moved his eyes on Cami, "Why did you follow him maman?"

"Because he was fun and he was older. I liked him." She confessed even though it wasn't brand new information, but the cute smirk on her lips killed me a little. We had a lot of amazing memories together and I always liked thinking about that.

He made a face, "But if I have a sister I can't like her like you like papa!" He protested, always being so smart.

"Oh my logical son, there are plenty of different ways to like someone." I said back and I couldn't help grinning wide, "If you'll have a sister you'll see. Not only you'll like her, but you'll have a very important role in her life. Whenever I won't be able to keep an eye on her or take care of her, you'll be in charge. It's what big boys do."

His eyes widened and I had no idea of what was going in his head, "Do you think you can do that?"

"Of course you can, you're our amazing big boy." Cami said, her eyes glossy and for a moment I thought she'd start crying.

"If you'll have a brother you won't have to worry as much instead." I added, since we didn't know if we'd have a baby girl or a boy. Honestly, it wouldn't make any difference to me, I'd love him of her in the same crazy way.

Gabe sighed and looked lost in his thoughts, his nose wrinkled and he looked quite hilatious but none of us dared to laugh. "I'll take a brother then," He said finally, still looking unsure of his choice. Both Cami and myself started laughing finally, that only making him look mad at us for not taking him serious. "Don't laugh!!"

Cami managed to stop laughing, kissing his cheek and making him wrinkle his nose once more, "We can't choose the sex of the baby."

"But why not?" He asked and looked at me as if I knew the answer to everything.

I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to explain him everything about where babies came from yet, "That's just the way it works. Don't you like surprises though?"

Gabe seemed to consider it and nodded, "When will the baby get here?" He eyed Cami's stomach before making eye contact with her.

"There's no baby in there now," She grinned at him.

"Why not?" He asked and looked confused again, and tired. This conversation on top of a day of painting was almost too much for him to handle. "Can't we order one?"

I kept my smirk in place as I nodded, "Yes we can. I'll order one soon." I told him as I did my best to look serious, but I was failing, mostly because Cami looked on the verge of breaking into a fit of giggles herself. Was it possible that we just got engaged and we were talking about having another baby with our son and I felt as if I was 16? It was the same kind of intoxicating happiness I felt back then.

He had to like the answer and smiled, "When will he be here?" He asked, looking impatient already.

"It's going to take a while." Cami explained softly, ruffling his hair.

"But how long?" He went on, always so stubborn.

I looked at my fiance and shrugged, because this one? Was for her. For what I cared I could make love to her tonight and have a baby in 9 months, but she wanted to get married first and I didn't know when she wanted to get married...all I knew was that this time we'd do everything right and exactly like my gorgeous girl wished. She could ask me anything, I'd always say yes.

She faked a serious expression, "I'm not sure myself. I'll tell you as soon as we order the baby, okay?"

"Deal." Gabe answered and adjusted against Cami's body, making it clear that he wouldn't move for a while.

I grinned down at my son, then I moved my eyes to my fiance, "How do you want our wedding to be?" I asked her, because we couldn't talk about how making babies in front of Gabe and because we had to talk about that too.

Cami pursed her lips while she thought about it, probably trying to remember what had been said on the matter in the past. Our eyes were on her, waiting for her to describe her dream wedding. "It'll be at Manoir des Prevanches," She smiled at me while I was grinning, having heard her say it a million times before. We had gotten there once when we were little because of someone's birthday and she had insisted that one day she'd get married there. With me. "It'll be a fairly large wedding, but not much more than 100 people."

"Do you know 100 people maman?!" Gabe stared at her wide eyed. "I only have ten friends," He added.

I laughed and used a hand to play with his hair, making it point every which way, "But there's family and friends from work too. We can't leave out anyone."

"Oh," He pursed his lips and seemed to consider it.

"Now our engagement party, I was thinking Le Meurice," She said slowly, and I could see how she was already imagining everything.

A tiny pout appeared on Gabe's face as he looked up at her, "You said no kids are allowed there!"

She laughed and kissed his wrinkled nose, "They'll make an exception for our special day."

He sighed, looking defeated anyway. "I'll be the only kid." He pouted, killing me a little.

"You can ask aunt Chlo if she can make one for the wedding." I grinned at my son even though that was an awful idea, but for some reason I found it funny. I was only a silly man.

Cami rolled her eyes and elbowed me lightly, but Gabe was faster than her. "You can make the baby for the wedding!" He lit up, as if he had just had the greatest idea ever.

I faked a serious face, shaking my head. "We can't. You're a big boy now and they can make an exception for you at Le Meurice, but babies? They can't stay there." I explained even all I wanted to do was grin and laugh, because this was just too hilarious.

He seemed to process my words as he leaned his back against Cami's chest, "But I'll have no one to play with."

"You'll have aunt Chloe!" Cami smiled back at him.

"And Tristan too!" I added, knowing how both my sister and my best friend were both real good with Gabe.

He lit up once again, "I want to dress like you and Tristan!" He announced, killing me once again.

"Not like me?" Cami faked a pout, making both Gabe and myself giggle like idiots. We just loved her so much.

I poked my son's side, "Mom's going to look gorgeous on our big day, are you sure you don't want to match her?" I asked him in a teasing voice.

"No," He said simply without even letting the thought cross his mind.

Cami's mouth fell open in shock, even if it was taking our best not to laugh at how silly our little guy was. "Well good because I don't want anyone to match me anyways," She said stubbornly.

I grinned at her and then widened my eyes as I looked at Gabe and lowered my voice, leaning closer to him like we were sharing a secret, "I think you've hurt maman's feelings because she's pouting now."

Gabe eyed her suspiciously and she nodded her head, pouting even more dramatically. His head whipped back to mine and he whispered back, "I think maman is faking it!"

"Hey!" She tickled his sides again and he giggled. "I can hear you two!"

Gabe covered his mouth and giggled even louder, his laugh making us crack up for how adorable he was. Wrapping an arm around her neck, he pressed his lips against her cheek, "I'm sorry maman."

She wrapped both arms around him and smiled, "It's okay baby."

He stared at us again with an eyebrow lifted, "Will you still call me baby when there's another baby?"

I died a little for the expression on her face and I nodded to Cami. "Ask mom, she calls you baby more than I do." I grinned.

"That's not true! Gabe tell papa he shouldn't lie!" Cami widened her eyes a little, then grinned as her eyes bounced between us.

"Papa calls me baby but only when we're alone." He answered seriously and I died a little again. I didn't know if my son was cuter when he was cute or when he was serious.

She tilted her head to look at him with a teasing smile on her face, "Why? Is it a secret?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, "Yes. I go to school now, I can't be a baby. I'm a big boy instead!"

"You know, big boys don't get cuddles." I grinned to my son.

"Maman!" He exclaimed and pointed his finger at me, "He's lying again!"

I furrwed my brows, amused to no end, "I didn't instead!" I protested.

"You said big boys don't get cuddles but maman cuddles you all the time instead." He explained and there was that serious expression on his face again. I couldn't help laughing.

"You two will be my exception always," Cami winked at our little guy who smiled at her words. "Should we get back to painting now or take a break and go to lunch?"

"To celebrate your ring?" Gabe perked up and got on both of his feet, showing us his answer without even having to open his mouth. "Lunch!"

She laughed and looked at me, unable to resist and giving me a small kiss. "Is that alright with you?" She asked in a whisper, not able to stop smiling at me.

"Gabe's already made his decision and there's no going back now," I grinned and hugged her close to me as I heard Gabe's footsteps taking him to the other room where he had brought a few of his toys.

"We'll toast with shampoo!" He yelled out and Cami laughed, trying to hide her laughter by pressing he mouth against my chest.

"I think he's been spending too much time with his aunt," I groaned but when she tilted her head back to look at me, I was smiling down at her. "I'm glad you said yes."

"I'm glad we're finally engaged," She said seriously. "You know, I've been wanting to marry you for a long time now..."

I let my smile turn into a grin as I tucked her hair behind her ear, "Really? I had no idea." I said back.

"Why did it take you so long to ask?" She asked but I could tell she was only being playful, which  I loved.

"I think I've hit my head and for some years I haven't been able to think straight and see what was so clear." I said as I did my best to keep a straight face.

She bit down on her lip, looking up at me through her dark lashes, "What was that?" She asked softly.

I kissed her lips, knowing that what I was about to say was going to sound cheesy, but not caring about it at all. "That the perfect girl for me and the love of my life has always been in front of me."

Her lips quirked into a huge smile as she leaned her chest against mine, wrapping both arms around me. "You're perfect," Cami said finally, keeping her eyes on mine and her smile in place, her cheeks were a bright shade of pink. "So what made you think clearly again?"

I parted my lips when a loud crash in the background, followed by an equally loud "oops" from Gabe came from the other room. "Gabe?" I yelled out and winced a little.

"I'm cleaning my mess! Don't worry papa," Came Gabe's response.

I pressed another kiss against her lips and smiled, "My mom offered to watch him tonight."

"Are we going to have a naked celebration?" She smirked.

I smirked back at her, already thinking about how great our night would be. It had been easy to share such an important moment with our son, but some time for us only was needed too. "We're going to have all the kind of celebrations." I said back, not even trying to be serious. Even if I was.

"Did you plan everything already?" She asked as she bit down on her lip.

"No." I said and let out a sigh, "How could I plan to celebrate if I didn't know what your answer would be?"

At that, she chuckled, looking as adorable as always and I found myself grinning wide again. "You knew that I was going to say yes."

My grin turned into a smile while I looked at her with adoring eyes, "I loved hearing it."