Epilogue: warning, male pregnancy

"Daddy!" a small child giggled as she ran inside happily, "daddy, daddy! Guess what?"

"What?" Antonio giggled along with his baby girl and picked her up. "Did my little bambino draw me a pretty picture?"

"I drew Mama!" She smiled brightly, showing the picture to her father. It was a stick figure of course but it had a little bump on the belly.

"What's that Bambino?" Antonio questioned, looking up at Lovino who watched with a small smile in the kitchen door way.

"Mama's new baby! It's a boy!"

Antonio smiled widely and carried his little girl to the love of his life and kissed Lovino deeply, excitement filling him, "Another bambino!" He squealed excitedly, setting Anna down and picking Lovino up, twirling around in circles. "Oh I love you!"

xXx

Happily the two live with many children. The best part you may ask? On the night of Lovino's death Antonio laid with him, they laid together, talking of all the time they saw Francis and Arthur break up, of how many times Matthew and Gilbert kissed each other on a table at a restaurant, of how many time they fought, how many kids they had, how good their life was.

"Bambino?"

"Yes Toni?"
"I'm glad this is love."
"I am too Toni… thanks for the best life I could have asked for."

"No, thank you Lovino… I love you."
"I love you too…"
Their last breaths were in sync, smiling as they both drifted off into eternal sleep.

It was always love. It will always be love.