Six years later found Francis to be a happy business man who ran a line of French bakeries, ironically situated around England and with no stores in France. He lived with Arthur in the Brit's house. From inside the house a loud crash followed by the sound of breaking glass could be heard.

"Bloody fucking Hell!"

"Ma chérie, calm down,"

"Fuck off, frog!" Another glass broke. "Gahh! I quit!"

"Ohonhonhon," Francis snickered and grabbed Arthur around the waist as he tried to stomp by. The smaller blonde's belly was round and swollen, a strange sight on a man but Francis felt his tail swish with appreciation every time he saw his husband. Of course Arthur couldn't marry a dead man publicly but luckily they knew a certain Norwegian with the power to marry them and so, it was with great pleasure that Lukas rented out such services to the two.

For about the last five years Francis and Arthur had been trying to have kids of their own. Arthur used a pill that would allow him to carry the child but it was another thing to actually get it to work. This would make it the seventh time he's been pregnant and so far all was smooth sailing. The other six times he had only made it a month before his body rejected the baby growing inside him.

Last week they went to Lukas again, as he was acting as their doctor, and found out that Arthur had, not one but two, boys he was carrying.

"I love seeing you like this," Francis purred as he swept Arthur into his arms and held him against his chest.

"What, fat and hormonal?" Arthur scoffed trying to push Francis away.

"Non," Francis shook his head and placed a hand over Arthur's stomach, "I love seeing you like this because you have a certain glow about you, I can feel the love you have for our sons every time you walk by, and I love seeing you like this because I know that the man I love is going to give me two more people that I'm going to cherish," Arthur's eyes misted over with tears throughout Francis' small speech.

His emotions easily rose to such heights that the only way to express how happy he was, was to cry.

Francis pressed a kiss to Arthur's lips and held him closer.

"I absolutely love being able to hold all three of you in my arms." Francis said as he nuzzled into Arthur's hair.

Arthur chuckled and snuggled into Francis' chest, the broken glass all but forgotten in the kitchen.

Arthur still worked for the Order, still hunted demon's down but left the fighting to someone else because Francis asked him too, but for the last couple of months he had been stuck at home.

Completely bored out of his mind, Arthur had taken to sitting out in the garden or on the couch and self-teaching himself how to do embroidery.
He had gotten pretty good at it.

Several handkerchiefs had his initials sewn into the corner so finely they looked painted on. Francis would come home after work, change into looser fitting clothes and let his wings and tail out with a relieved sigh. Then he would dote on Arthur in every way possible.

Something the Englishmen had blushed furiously over in the beginning but now he could openly enjoy the attention. Francis fisted his hand under Arthur's chin and gently raised his head up, kissing him gently, slowly, passionately, showing him how much he loved him with that one gesture.

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The day Alfred and Matthew were born was a sunny one. It was two minutes to midnight when Matthew was born and three minutes after 1 o'clock when Alfred joined him into the world. July 2nd belonged to Matthew while the 3rd was Alfred's.

They were born silent, neither one cried or gurgled, but that was okay because they were born sleeping.

Just like how a demon or angel was born. What mattered the most was that they were healthy and neither one had their little hearts stutter to a stop.

Alfred and Matthew were born as humans.

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Too Arthur's mortification and Francis' amusement, Alfred had been the first to show the world that, yes he was in fact the son of a great wizard, by unknowingly casting a spell that gave him super human strength when they were in America. Glacier National Park, to be exact, thankfully no one but the four of them where around when Alfred pulled his little stunt. The small eight year old had run up to a fully grown buffalo and picked it up then started swinging it around.

From then on Alfred constantly cast the exact same spell all throughout elementary school, middle school and now going on the second year of high school. Matthew, on the other hand, managed to cast an invisibility spell at the age of ten, resulting in only a handful of people ever noticing him and or remembering him.

Arthur gave up on hoping to keep them from the world of magic when they had both performed a transformation ritual, again by pure accident, and had changed their nationality.

At the time, Alfred had been obsessed with American superheroes and the American way, including their flag, their sports, their movies, even their food. Now he was one of them. Matthew had been the same way but with the country of Canada, for reasons still unknown to them all. Now he was Canadian and Arthur decided that they both needed to be trained on how to control their magic.

Neither one had believed that Arthur was a wizard and that Francis was a demon, having kept both things a secret from them because little kids have huge mouths, until they had been given proof.

Only after they had sworn to keep it a secret did Arthur show them how to control the spells that they had already been performing every minute of every hour of every day without knowing it.

Now Matthew was finally able to make a friend, a grumpy Italian with a bad mouth, and Alfred was able to embrace his friends without fearing that he'd break something.

Yeah, life was finally allowing Arthur to be happy.

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Outside in the flourishing garden, a unicorn nosed the rose bushes and vines of ivy before setting its sights on the rows of beautiful flowers that had been planted off kilter and now leaned to the side.

The unicorn inhaled their scent before opening its mouth, with the full intent to eat them, when a green bunny suddenly leapt out of nowhere and batted its velvet nose with her small paws.

Startled, the magical white beast recoiled and fled the garden, leaving a very satisfied bunny behind.

She turned toward the house and listened to the sounds of laughter before nodding and disappearing.