Epilogue
"Rain? Did you get your backpack from your room?" Bran called out from the kitchen. His five year old son was laughing and giggling as Choco and Berry fought over his backpack inside the playroom of their apartment.
Finn and Bran had extended their home by buying the unit next door before Branigan was born. Now, they have an open plan living area, three bedrooms, a playroom where Iron Man, all fixed stands guard, an office, and even a large balcony.
"Yeah, if he could win the custody of the backpack against the furballs." Finn walked towards his husband and gave him a back hug. Bran was turning off the dishwasher after the cycle was done.
"What?" Bran chuckled as he turned around. His eyes glistened with awe as he looked at his other half. Finn was all dressed in his usual
