The Musketeers are not mine. :(

Also, this is largely fluffy, self-indulgent, warm, squishy-ness. I just want them all to be happyyyyy! lol

It also has not had the benefit of a beta reader. If anyone is interested in the job, let me know!

The summer after Olivier turned two Sylvie decided a return to Paris was in order. At first things had been busy as they established their new life in Autun and got ready for the baby. Then had come the struggles of winter and having a young baby, but as it all eventually died down into the normal humdrum of life, she had realized that Athos was missing his brothers. They had all exchanged many letters back and forth - Porthos had returned home from the front six months ago from a broken arm and ended up staying, Aramis continued as the successful Minister of France, and Constance and d'Artagnan were masters of the Garrison - but hadn't seen one another since they left.

Athos was sitting by the fire with his brooding stare firmly in place one evening when she brought it up. She had put Ollie down for the night and returned to clean up the table from supper to find that Athos had already done it. That made up her mind for her. He was surely far too bored with their current life if he had thought to clean the dishes.

She came up behind him and slid a hand onto his shoulder. He looked up and spared her a small smile. "You miss Paris, don't you?"

He shook his head and took her hand. "Everything I need is here."

She came around the chair and sat on the armrest so she could look him in the face. "That's very sweet. But something is wrong."

He sighed and returned his gaze to the fire. "d'Artagnan continues to threaten rebellion if I do not return to the Garrison."

She grinned. "So it's d'Artagnan's fault."

He gave her a half-smile. "Of course."

"You know," she said slowly. "Ollie is old enough to travel. The weather seems to be holding."

His eyes were slightly startled when they met hers. "You want to go back?"

She shrugged lightly. "For a visit. You need to see your brothers. I have people I have missed as well. And Ollie needs to know all of his family."

His face suddenly lit up and he took her face gently between his hands. "Are you certain? You don't mind?"

She laughed and leaned forward to kiss him. "I'll start the preparations tomorrow."

Athos felt his spirits rise the closer they got to Paris. It wasn't that he hadn't loved his new life with his wife and son, but there was a space in his heart that could only be filled by his brothers and he was very much looking forward to introducing them to Ollie.

The little boy rode in front of him sometimes, sometimes in front of Sylvie, and took in the world outside their village with great curiosity. He pointed and jabbered and bounced and tried to climb off the horse to chase rabbits or butterflies. Athos was delighted with him, except his apparent disregard for heights and his personal safety. But Athos kept a firm arm around him and he settled into the long journey.

The four day trip was taking longer because they made frequent stops to allow Ollie to stretch his legs and for meals. Sylvie had been right about the weather and they fell asleep under the stars each night, Ollie cuddled between them.

The morning of their last traveling day dawned clear and warm and Athos was the first awake, his pulse picking up speed at the thought that today he would see his friends again. He gently shifted Ollie off his chest where he'd ended up sometime in the night and got up to get the fire started for breakfast.

"Da?" a small voice said behind him as he crouched down to blow on the embers.

He turned away from the fire with a smile and held out an arm which Ollie toddled forward and stepped into. Athos held him close and kissed his dark head. "Good morning, mon petite. Are you hungry?"

Ollie nodded and stepped away from Athos, peering at the small fire. "Hot?

"Yes, very hot. No touching."

Ollie turned back and held out his arms and Athos obliged, sitting back against the tree they had camped under and drawing the little boy onto his lap. Ollie leaned against his chest, still a bit sleepy, and they sat in silence for a moment.

"Do you know where we're going today?" Athos asked him.

"Market?" he guessed. It was the only place they'd ever really gone before now.

Athos chuckled. "Somewhere much better. We're going to Paris to see our friends."

Ollie nodded, remembering what they'd been talking to him about but not really understanding.

"Go wake Maman and we'll have breakfast," Athos said, setting the boy on his feet.

The rest of the day passed peacefully, though Ollie was beginning to get bored of being on the hose all the time and they took some breaks to walk. Athos found himself growing impatient but they were now in country that was especially familiar to him and he could almost count the steps to Paris.

They arrived in the city just before sundown. "Do you want me to find us lodgings first?" he asked Sylvie considering Ollie who was slumped in front of his mother looking like he would give up his fight with sleep at any moment.

She grinned at him and shook her head. "The Garrison first."

His smile split his face and he urged his horse forward through the familiar streets, hoping his friends would be there.

They dismounted before going through the archway into the rebuilt courtyard, Athos getting down first so Sylvie could hand their tired boy to him. They walked through, leading their horses, Athos looking around eagerly. At first there were no familiar faces, just a few of what must be the newer recruits stopping their duties to watch them.

"Can we help, Monsieur?" one of them ventured to ask, coming over to them when they stopped in the middle of the courtyard.

"Is Captain d'Artagnan here?" Athos asked, unable to help feeling a little disappointed to not immediately see any of his friends. He supposed that was his own fault for not writing to inform them he was coming.

The youngster nodded. "I'll get him for you. Can we take your horses?"

Well, thought Athos. At least they are training them to be polite.

They were invited to sit at one of the outdoor tables but Ollie was awake now that they were stopped and eager to explore the new place. He wandered around the courtyard, Sylvie close behind him, making the men smile.

Athos had watched the recruit that greeted them disappear into Treville's old office and had kept his gaze there, watching for d'Artagnan. Soon, he was rewarded and watched as his brother came out of the office looking slightly puzzled until he saw Athos. His face lit into a broad grin and he paused a moment to shout "Constance!" through the door before racing down the stairs. He rushed forward like a bull and Athos caught him up with a laugh. They held each other tightly for a moment before d'Artagnan pulled back, still gripping his shoulders.

"You didn't send word?" he managed.

Athos shrugged. "I thought we'd get here before the letter. I hope we haven't come at a bad time."

"Never," d'Artagnan said fiercely.

"Athos?" he looked up to see Constance at the top of the stairs staring at him in similar surprise and joy. She rushed down and all but shoved her husband aside to embrace him. "I knew you'd be coming back soon!" she exclaimed before looking around. "Where are they?"

Athos laughed and gestured to his wife and son who had wandered to the opposite side. Sylvie hurried over, looking a bit shy but Constance embraced her with the same enthusiasm, and then crouched down to see Ollie, who was peeking out from behind his mother's skirts.

"Oh," Constance breathed. "Sylvie, he's so beautiful!"

Sylvie smiled and gave Ollie an encouraging nudge forward. "Say hello to Constance," she said.

Constance grinned at him, still crouched down. "Ollie, did you come all the way here on a horse? You are a very big boy!" she told him. Athos thought his heart might burst when Constance managed to coax a smile out of the little boy.

"I can't believe he's so big. I was picturing a baby, I admit," d'Artagnan exclaimed, clapping a hand to Athos' shoulder. "You have been gone too long, my friend."

Athos nodded, looking over at the captain. He looked older, his beard fuller and there was a weariness about his eyes that Athos knew well. But also happiness.

"How are you? And the Garrison?" he asked.

d'Artagnan huffed a laugh. "If I thought you were here to take the job back I would embrace you again. No, it's not so bad. In fact, with the Queen and Aramis running the palace things are well. Porthos is back. You heard?"

Athos nodded. "I can't say I was sad to hear of the injury that brought him home. Where is he?"

"I think he went out with Elodie and little Marie," he said. "I suspect they'll be back soon for supper. And we'll send word to Aramis at the palace. They will be glad you've come."

"As are we," Constance said brightly, arm in arm with Sylvie. "You must be hungry! Come inside and we'll find something to eat."

Athos shared a smile with d'Artagnan, glad that Constance's need to make sure everyone had their needs met had not changed, and they followed the women inside.