It was Christmas Eve, the entire Leclerc family had gathered at Pascale's house. You had agreed that everyone would sleep there so that he wouldn't be alone during the holiday. The house was big, there was plenty of room for everyone.

You were sitting next to Charles at dinner. You had been together for six years. He had noticed that you were barely eating, but he hadn't said anything yet. Arthur glanced at you, half jokingly, half seriously remarking "I want to sleep tonight. Not wake up to... noises."

Their mother Pascale looked pointedly at her son, motioning for him to stop. Charles also looked up at Arthur, then at Arthur's new girlfriend, and half mockingly, half seriously replied "I want to sleep too, Arthur. And I don't want to... be a uncle"

There was sarcasm in his voice, but his gaze remained on you, he knew something was wrong. You hadn't eaten, he was a little worried