I confess you are the best thing in my life.

I stared at the wall in front of me, a little tired but mostly happy. The gallery was coming together and instead of paying for someone to come in and decorate, I had decided to take care of everything on my own. Except for my boys, I hadn't asked for anyone's help and even though it was a lot to take on? I had no regrets. I had wanted this for so long, I didn't want to miss even a moment. 

"Do you need something else?" Ben asked, breaking me from my daze as he kissed my cheek.

"Keep working and don't get distracted," I grinned at him as I pulled my hair up in a messy bun, ready to get back to painting.

"Yes ma'am," He grinned back, grabbing one of the paintbrushes and following the orders I had given to him earlier. "I'm your slave here to serve you."

I bumped my shoulder with his, biting down on my lip and trying to suppress all the dirty thoughts that were currently filling my mind. "I love how that sounds," I admitted while we both started painting, the autumn light coming from the wide windows giving the place a magical atmosphere. Everything felt so surreal, like this was the exact life I had been wanting my entire life. "Is Gabe doing a disaster?" I asked, curious where our little man was and how he was doing. So far I hadn't heard him complain even once and it was a little out of character for him. 
Ben shook his 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," I said with a serious expression before breaking into a wide smile, unable to hide how happy I was. "Our baby is so cute."

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

I nodded my head as I kept painting, thinking about how much had changed since Gabe was born, how much time had passed. He was going to be 7 years old soon and wasn't a baby at all anymore. I wanted to keep him little forever... it was so much easier when he was a baby and wanted nothing more than to cuddle us. I could barely pick him up now. "I need more babies in my life," I bit down on my lip to conceal my grin. We'd been talking about having another baby for a while now and the more we spoke about it? The more I liked the idea. I always knew I wanted another, only I didn't have Ben in my life back then and it didn't feel right with anyone else. "By the time we have another baby, Gabe will be old enough to babysit it," I 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," He frowned at the wall he was painting, not getting that I had been joking. 

"Did you talk to Tristan about us having more kids?" I asked and looked at him even if he wasn't looking back at me. 

He shrugged nonchalantly, bending over to dip his brush into the paint, "We talked about a lot of things the other night, so yes, we talked about that too." 

I wrinkled my nose and didn't know what to say since he took what I said in the wrong way and by the way he responded? I was guessing that whatever Tristan had said about the subject didn't make him too happy. "Oh," I said after a moment, knowing that I had to say something eventually. I turned back to the wall in front of me and focused on painting instead, the silence between us almost deafening. 

"He thinks six years is a big difference," He said after a moment and I bit my tongue to keep myself from pointing out that whenever we'd have our next baby, it'd be more than a six year difference.

"Well we can't go back in time and make babies," I joked and glanced sideways at him, grinning even if it was a little forced. When he kept his frown in place, I turned my body back towards his, "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," He said back, letting out a sigh as he stopped painting and looked at me instead.

I smiled more genuinely this time, using my free hand to cup his neck and boring my eyes into his, "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 independent, he can even help us and become more responsible...it will be fine baby, I promise."

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

"I don't know that either." I grinned against his lips as I stared at him, "Maybe it's because you haven't proposed yet."

"You're right," He said seriously and gave me an unreadable expression. "Gabe!" He called out and a second later was down on one knee.

My eyes widen as I dropped the brush on the floor and covered my mouth with my hand, feeling shock and excitement at the same time. "Oh my god," I breathed out, as if I couldn't believe my own eyes.

Gabe joined us in that moment, at first shooting us a confused look, then grinning when he finally did the math. "Now papa?!" He asked, almost bouncing to us and stopping behind Ben, his hands on his dad's shoulders as he smiled wide.

Ben nodded and looked up at me, fishing a ring out of the pocket of his jeans while he took my hand with his other one. "Will you marry me?" He asked, smiling wide like he had been waiting to say those words his whole life. God only knew I'd been waiting to hear them. 

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

"Yes, of course yes," I said and watched through blurry eyes as Ben slid the most gorgeous ring on my finger with our little man clapping his hands behind his dad. "Oh my god," I covered my mouth again with my free hand, staring back and forth between the huge ring on my finger to my fiance. 

"Do you like it?!" Gabe asked and we laughed again, Ben looking back at Gabe and ruffling his hair with one hand. 

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

He pulled his head back to take in my expression, the happiness showing on my face relaxed him a little and a flawless smile spread across his face. "I love you super much," He said back before pressing his lips hard against mine. 

"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?" Ben grinned at our son, sitting on his ass and dragging me down with him.

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

I smirked at him and leaned into Ben as he wrapped his arms around my waist, "So what? Can't I kiss papa?"

Gabe launched himself into our embrace and hugged my neck. "No," He said simply and pouted a little.

I kisses his cheek as Ben held us both, our perfect family. "Will you carry the rings to maman and papa at our wedding?" He asked, wanting him to feel involved too.

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

"Yes, but you have to make sure you don't look better than I do," He 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 I laughed at how silly my boys were.

Ben shook his 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," I whispered, smiling at him when he looked back at me. "Always," I added since that much was true. I couldn't wait to marry Ben.. I'd been waiting my whole life to marry him. 

Gabe missed our moment and event let his dad lean his head down to kiss me once more, slow and passionate this time. Gabe's fingers were too busy twisting the ring around my own finger, his little eyes inspecting it. "Will you get a ring too papa?" He asked and Ben pulled away regretfully. We'd have plenty of time to celebrate later though. 

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

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

"That sounds good to me," He grinned at me so wide that my heart melted.

"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.

He shot our son an amused look before he glanced at me too, his smirk only getting wider. "My ring will have no shiny gems, don't worry," He told him, doing his 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.

Ben turned his head to me, "Maman?" 

"Of course," I smiled at my fiance then looked at my son who was suddenly hanging onto my every word. "There will be a huge cake!"

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

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

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

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

I smirked before I felt fingers on my own sides, Ben's fingers making me laugh. "Hey! This isn't fair!" I cried out, unable to stop laughing. 

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

"Will you have another baby so she can carry and throw the flowers?" Gabe asked from nowhere, making me blink since he had never brought the topic of another sibling up. Not once. He'd become so used to being the only child and being so loved and spoiled that I'd assumed he'd hate the idea... and honestly? I was too scared to ask him.  

Ben and I exchanged a look, because that 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?" He broke the silence eventually, looking at our son, who just shrugged.

"I saw that in a movie too," Gabe 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. It reminded me a lot of Ben. 

I caressed his hair gently and smiled at him, wanting him to open up to us since I wanted to hear how he felt about another baby in the family. "What are you thinking about my amazing baby?" I 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?" Ben 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 making it really sink in how fast he was growing up. 

I bit back a grin, doing my best to keep a straight face, "Would you like to have a sister? Or a brother?" 

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

Ben shook his 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 his dad's words, nodding slowly, "A brother maybe." He said then shook his head, "No, a sister." 

"What about both?" I made a joke, a silly grin on my 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," I told him, not sure I wanted to get into this conversation... not the whole 'where do babies come from?' conversation at least. "But twins don't run in my family, so probably not."

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

I looked down at my small stomach then back at him, "Does it look like three babies would fit in there??" I avoided the serious subject about how three babies were always a possibility too.. if we got into twins, triplets, quadruplets, etc, his little brain might not be able to take all the information. 

He set his hands on my stomach and then grinned and shook his head, looking at his dad with a more serious expression, "I decided that I want a sister." I nearly died from how cute he was, my smile so big and my heart melting. "We can call her Pepper Potts," He added, still using his serious tone. 

I threw my head back against Ben's chest and laughed, "You watch too much TV."

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

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

"Virginia," He announced and Gabe made a face.

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

"What if it's a boy instead?" I asked, a grin on my face while I tried 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."

"You'll always be our number one baby," Ben 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 his dad with the same admiration I always had for Ben. 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," I told our little guy, wrapping him up in a hug. In all honesty? I was beyond thankful we were finally having this talk because it had been weighing on my mind for a while now and I had no idea how Gabe would react to the possibility of another sibling. 

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

I lifted my eyebrow at Ben and tried to resist the urge to grin, grinning wide and silly instead. I wanted to make a joke of how Ben stole me from Chloe instead, but it'd only confuse Gabe. "Ask your mom," Ben smiled at the two of us. 

"He was such a great big brother that not only Chloe wanted to be around him all of the time, but I did too," I said seriously, leaving out the part that I mostly wanted to be around him because I thought he was the cutest boy I had ever seen. Poor Ben always had his entourage of me and Chloe following him around. I was still amazed to this day that he had fallen for me when he could have had literally anyone. 

Ben shot me and amused look, remembering back to how we were once his fan club practically. "Did you like going around with girls?!" Gabe asked, looking surprised, "My friends would make fun of me." 

"They do now, but when you'll grow up? They'll change their mind," He 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 me, "Why did you follow him maman?"

"Because he was fun and he was older. I liked him," I confessed with a smirk, even though it wasn't brand new information. 

He made a face, "But if I have a sister I can't like her like you like papa!" 

"Oh my logical son, there are plenty of different ways to like someone," Ben said back and 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," I said, my eyes glossy and for a moment I thought I might start crying.

"If you'll have a brother you won't have to worry as much instead," Ben 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 it was taking everything in me not to laugh. "I'll take a brother then," He said finally, still looking unsure of his choice. Both Ben and myself started laughing, that only making him look mad at us for not taking him serious. "Don't laugh!!"

I 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 Ben who in Gabe's eyes, knew the answer to everything. 

He shrugged his shoulders, "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 my stomach before making eye contact with me. 

"There's no baby in there now," I grinned at him, beyond thankful that he liked the idea of a bigger family.  

"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?"

Ben kept his smirk in place as he nodded, "Yes we can. I'll order one soon." 

He had to like the answer and smiled, "When will he be here?" 

"It's going to take a while," I explained softly, ruffling my inpatient boy's hair.

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

Ben looked at me and shrugged, if he had his way we'd be at home making love and in 9 months from now I'd be giving birth. I wanted to do everything right this time though. I wanted to get married before our family grew. I 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 my body, making it clear that he wouldn't move for a while.

Ben grinned down at our son then moved his eyes to me, "How do you want our wedding to be?" 

I pursed my lips while I thought about it, remembering how we both agreed to wanting a semi-big wedding. I could feel both of my boys eyes on me, waiting for me to describe my dream wedding. Honestly, I'd been dreaming of the perfect wedding with Ben since we were kids. "It'll be at Manoir des Prevanches," I smiled at Ben who was grinning, having heard me say it a million times before. "It'll be a fairly large wedding, but not much more than 100 people."

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

Ben 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," I said slowly, already imagining how handsome Ben was going to look on our wedding day. And Gabe was going to be adorable in a suit that would most likely match his fathers.  

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

I 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," Ben grinned at our son even though that was an awful idea, but for some reason he found it funny. 

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

Ben faked a serious face, shaking his 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."

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

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

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

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

"Not like me?" I faked a pout, making both my boys giggle like little cuties. 

Ben poked our son's side, "Mom's going to look gorgeous on our big day, are you sure you don't want to match her?"

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

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

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

Gabe eyed me suspiciously and I nodded my head, pouting even more dramatically. His head whipped back to his dad's and he whispered back, "I think maman is faking it!"

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

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

I 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?"

He nodded his head in my direction and grinned, "Ask mom, she calls you baby more than I do."

"That's not true! Gabe tell papa he shouldn't lie!" I widened my eyes a little, then grinned as my eyes bounced between my favorite boys.

"Papa calls me baby but only when we're alone," Gabe answered seriously and I died a little again. 

I tilted my head to look at him with a teasing smile on my 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," Ben grinned to our son.

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

Ben furrowed his eyebrows, amused to no end, "I didn't instead!" 

"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," I winked at our little guy who smiled at my 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!"

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

"Gabe's already made his decision and there's no going back now," He grinned and hugged me close to him. I could already picture the wrinkled nose our son must be sporting, but instead I heard his 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 I laughed, trying to hide my laughter by pressing my mouth against Ben's hard chest.

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

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

He let his smile turn into a grin as he tucked my hair behind my ear, "Really? I had no idea." 

"Why did it take you so long to ask?" I asked, only being playful because honestly? The timing couldn't be any more perfect. 

"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," He said as he did his best to keep a straight face.

I bit down on my lip, looking up at him through dark lashes, "What was that?" 

He kissed my lips, "That the perfect girl for me and the love of my life has always been in front of me."

My lips quirked into a huge smile as I leaned my chest against his, wrapping both arms around him and feeling lucky. It was one thing being able to wake up next to someone so handsome every day, but to have my soulmate who treated me like a queen? Sometimes I couldn't believe my luck. "You're perfect," I said finally, keeping my eyes on his and my smile in place, aware that my cheeks were a bright shade of pink. "So what made you think clearly again?"

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

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

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

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

He smirked back at me, "We're going to have all the kind of celebrations." 

"Did you plan everything already?" I asked as I bit down on my lip, already imagining the perfect night we'd have together. Our first night being engaged. 

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

At that, I chuckled, "You knew that I was going to say yes."

His wide grin turned into a smile while he looked at me with adoring eyes, "I loved hearing it."