Porthos gives a grateful hum as he bows his cheek to rest against Aramis' shoulder, hand sliding up and down Aramis' arm as he stares at the half-finished crib, thinking of when a child will fill the space. Then, suddenly, panic hits him and he freezes, because now he's thinking of what would have happened if all of them left and their baby was still here.

"We're going to need guardians on call," he says suddenly.