"I need the four of you to take letter from his Majesty to envoys waiting in Calais" Treville said as his best musketeers stood before him, Aramis having spent all the morning preening over the fact he`d got a tiny bump was still all smiles and glowing cheeks Porthos looking like the cat who`d got the cream, while Athos and d`Artagnan both look like they were either sickening with the plague or had spent the last month without sleep and decent food "You should`nt need more than a few days" Treville said "But take your time on the road, the ship won`t be leaving till Tuesday" "Captain" Athos said accepting the letters and placing them into his doublet "This`ll likely be your last missions till after the Birth Aramis" Treville said to the pregnant and beaming Musketeer who was unable to keep from stroking his stomach "Enjoy it, I doubt there`ll be any trouble" "Thankyou Sir" Aramis replied with a large smile while d`Artagnan flinched next to him his abdomon aching as if he were about to void himself "I`ll let you be on your way then" Treville said "Behave yourselves" "Don`t we always!!!!!!?" Porthos replied earning a glare from Treville who shook his head in amusment as the door was shut snorting under his breath certain that the four of them were the cause for all his headaches and grey hairs!.
"Are you alright?" Aramis asked quietly as he saddled his mare Thalia and d`Artagnan prepared his own mare Ebony "Fine" he replied stoutly "The baby.....?" d`Artagnan shot Aramis a sharp look before climbing onto Ebony "d`Art you can`t carry on like this, you`re putting yourself and the baby at risk!" "I have no choice Aramis" d`Artagnan replied coldy, even though his insides burned like acid "I have to do this, whatever the consequence", nudging Ebony forward he left Aramis to mount up the older Musketeer sighing and shaking his head "No you don`t you silly boy, you don`t have to do this".
The trip to Calais was trouble free, and easy, having the better part of a week to get there, they set an easy pace, stopping in taverns over night, allowing themselves to sleep in and take their time instead of pushing hard, for which both Aramis and d`Artagnan were very grateful. They met the envoy of King Charles I of England without problems passing over the letters and taking the ones for Louis even sharing a cup of wine with the British before departing. However the trip back was not so easy.
Half way back to Paris they were set upon by a band of thieves to stupid or suicidal to know better than to attack Musketeers. They managed to take the thieves out easy enough, ten against four the odds were comical to say the least, however things seemed less funny when a shot rang out and d`Artagnan fell to the ground clutching the side of his abdomon blood seeping through his hand! "Oh God the baby!" Aramis gasped kicking his opponant in the face and running to d`Artagnan letting Athos and Porthos finish off the last of the thieves while he pulled at d`Artagnan`s doublet and shirt "Aramis!!!!" d`Artagnan groaned both pain and fear filling him "it`s to the side, theres probberly not much damage, only a flesh wound" Aramis babble feeling the firm boned corset his fingers finding the jagged rip along the side where the bullet had torn along his side "How bad is it?" Athos asked getting down besides the too men along with Portho who was wiping blood of his hands "It needs stitching" Aramis replied "but I think he and the baby will be alright" "Aramis!" d`Artagnan protested paling further "Baby!?" Athos repeated "Whats wrong with the baby?" Porthos asked thinking Aramis meant their own, however he realized his mistake when Aramis ripped d`Artagnan`s shirt revealing the corset "Holy Christ!" "No!" d`Artagnan groaned tears spilling from the corners of his eyes and rubbing his forehead in distress as Aramis`s main gauche sliced the corset down the middle releasing his swollen belly, "I`m sorry, but theres no choice" Aramis replied turning to Porthos and a grey looking Athos "We make camp here, go and light a fire, get rid of the bodies, I need to treat this and then he needs to rest" "Right" Porthos said getting to his feet to do as Aramis said while Athos looked at d`Artagnan a mixture of guilt, anger, betrayal, and shock on his face "Why in Gods name did`nt you tell me?" he growled as Aramis got his kit ready "You did`nt want to know" d`Artagnan hissed back "It was a mistake remember?" "YOU!" Aramis cried "You`re the bloody Father!?" "WHAT!!!!?" Porthos yelled "You said it should never have happened, that it was wrong!" d`Artagnan cried weeks of stress and fear coming now in his distress "So don`t you dare try and play the martyr on this Athos!, you`re not the one who got left dealing with the consequence of our mistake!" "Oh Jesus Christ!" Aramis whispered closing his eyes and wincing as Athos shook with the force of surging emotions his eyes darkening and jaw clenching "You should have told me!" he spat into d`Artagnan`s face, pushing to his feet he stalked off into the woods leaving the others behind him reeling from this revelation.
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"You should`nt need more than a few days" Treville said "But take your time on the road, the ship won`t be leaving till Tuesday"
"Captain" Athos said accepting the letters and placing them into his doublet
"This`ll likely be your last missions till after the Birth Aramis" Treville said to the pregnant and beaming Musketeer who was unable to keep from stroking his stomach "Enjoy it, I doubt there`ll be any trouble"
"Thankyou Sir" Aramis replied with a large smile while d`Artagnan flinched next to him his abdomon aching as if he were about to void himself
"I`ll let you be on your way then" Treville said "Behave yourselves"
"Don`t we always!!!!!!?" Porthos replied earning a glare from Treville who shook his head in amusment as the door was shut snorting under his breath certain that the four of them were the cause for all his headaches and grey hairs!.
"Are you alright?" Aramis asked quietly as he saddled his mare Thalia and d`Artagnan prepared his own mare Ebony
"Fine" he replied stoutly
"The baby.....?" d`Artagnan shot Aramis a sharp look before climbing onto Ebony "d`Art you can`t carry on like this, you`re putting yourself and the baby at risk!"
"I have no choice Aramis" d`Artagnan replied coldy, even though his insides burned like acid "I have to do this, whatever the consequence", nudging Ebony forward he left Aramis to mount up the older Musketeer sighing and shaking his head "No you don`t you silly boy, you don`t have to do this".
The trip to Calais was trouble free, and easy, having the better part of a week to get there, they set an easy pace, stopping in taverns over night, allowing themselves to sleep in and take their time instead of pushing hard, for which both Aramis and d`Artagnan were very grateful.
They met the envoy of King Charles I of England without problems passing over the letters and taking the ones for Louis even sharing a cup of wine with the British before departing.
However the trip back was not so easy.
Half way back to Paris they were set upon by a band of thieves to stupid or suicidal to know better than to attack Musketeers.
They managed to take the thieves out easy enough, ten against four the odds were comical to say the least, however things seemed less funny when a shot rang out and d`Artagnan fell to the ground clutching the side of his abdomon blood seeping through his hand!
"Oh God the baby!" Aramis gasped kicking his opponant in the face and running to d`Artagnan letting Athos and Porthos finish off the last of the thieves while he pulled at d`Artagnan`s doublet and shirt
"Aramis!!!!" d`Artagnan groaned both pain and fear filling him
"it`s to the side, theres probberly not much damage, only a flesh wound" Aramis babble feeling the firm boned corset his fingers finding the jagged rip along the side where the bullet had torn along his side
"How bad is it?" Athos asked getting down besides the too men along with Portho who was wiping blood of his hands
"It needs stitching" Aramis replied "but I think he and the baby will be alright"
"Aramis!" d`Artagnan protested paling further
"Baby!?" Athos repeated
"Whats wrong with the baby?" Porthos asked thinking Aramis meant their own, however he realized his mistake when Aramis ripped d`Artagnan`s shirt revealing the corset "Holy Christ!"
"No!" d`Artagnan groaned tears spilling from the corners of his eyes and rubbing his forehead in distress as Aramis`s main gauche sliced the corset down the middle releasing his swollen belly,
"I`m sorry, but theres no choice" Aramis replied turning to Porthos and a grey looking Athos "We make camp here, go and light a fire, get rid of the bodies, I need to treat this and then he needs to rest"
"Right" Porthos said getting to his feet to do as Aramis said while Athos looked at d`Artagnan a mixture of guilt, anger, betrayal, and shock on his face "Why in Gods name did`nt you tell me?" he growled as Aramis got his kit ready
"You did`nt want to know" d`Artagnan hissed back "It was a mistake remember?"
"YOU!" Aramis cried "You`re the bloody Father!?"
"WHAT!!!!?" Porthos yelled
"You said it should never have happened, that it was wrong!" d`Artagnan cried weeks of stress and fear coming now in his distress "So don`t you dare try and play the martyr on this Athos!, you`re not the one who got left dealing with the consequence of our mistake!"
"Oh Jesus Christ!" Aramis whispered closing his eyes and wincing as Athos shook with the force of surging emotions his eyes darkening and jaw clenching "You should have told me!" he spat into d`Artagnan`s face, pushing to his feet he stalked off into the woods leaving the others behind him reeling from this revelation.