Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

"How's that?" Porthos wonders, genuinely. "We won't be able to see the mother who's carrying the babe more than a few times, as ruled by the lawyers," he says, his brow furrowed. "Aramis might have a board," he jokes, "but that's still our time with you until the very end. I promise, at least on my behalf."