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Matthieu looked up at his Father, Francis with his violet eyes.

"Papa? Where are we going?" His voice came out a barely a whisper.

"We are going to be staying with Antonio, mon cher," Francis' blue eyes were obscured by his blonde hair as he drove.

"Where is mama?" Matthieu asked in his quiet voice.

"She's. . . gone Matthieu, that's why we are going to live with Antonio," His wife had died a few days before, and with Francis' small income, they wouldn't have been able to keep the house that they had been staying in. Instead of foreclosing on the house, Francis had been able to sell it. For the past few days, the two of them had been living in one of Francis' old colleagues' house, but he and Francis argued a lot, so Francis had called up one of his high school friends that he stayed in touch with and had managed to have been lucky enough that he had a large house and was willing to let them stay there.

"Antonio's nice I guess," Matthieu mumbled, snuggling into the plush polar bear that Francis' wife, Jeanne, had gotten him. Even at 14, he still carried around his stuffed animal, and he hadn't been without it in the past few days.

"Oui, he is," Francis could not agree more with his child

Francis pulled the small, beat up car into the driveway of a relatively large home, "We're here Matthieu."

"Wow," Matthieu stared at the large home in awe, his eyes lighting up.

"It is impressive, non? But Antonio must be waiting for us, let's go ring the doorbell, mon petit," He ushered the thin boy up to the door of the home, which was surprisingly painted red.

"Mi amigo! It's been so long!" Antonio greeted Francis with a hug before either of them had a chance to even touch the doorbell.

"Hello Antonio," Francis greeted, hugging him back softly.

"I'm sorry about what happened," Antonio's eyes softened, before catching sight of Matthieu who was hiding behind Francis. "And this must be Matthieu. Hello."

Matthieu stared at the man who said his name with an odd accent, this must be Antonio.

"H-hello," Matthieu mumbled before hiding his face in his polar bear.

Matthieu heard Antonio and Francis chuckle a bit.

"He's so cute," Antonio smiled softly at the boy, before pulling him into a small hug.

Matthieu immediately stiffened. Antonio was the first person other than his parents to have hugged him. But it felt. . . nice. Even though Antonio wasn't his mother, he still felt warm and inviting, though this was the first time Matthieu and Antonio had met.

Once Antonio felt Matthieu relax into his arms, he smiled up at Francis, "Come on in, I can show you where you'll be sleeping."