Porthos is fairly sure that he's in heaven. He's an adult again, they're going to have a baby, and Aramis is giving him such pleasures that he's half sure that he died and this isn't actually his life, but instead it's some kind of afterlife filled with plentiful orgasms. "Chou, darling," Porthos ekes out, digging his blunt nails into Aramis' scalp as he tries to grab harder.