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4 Years

  It's been four years...Turkey has been the happiest man alive.

  Greece laid in his arms snoring like a little kid with drool. Neither of them have been getting enough sleep.

  They've been so tired taking care of their ne- the baby started crying. That's right, it was a child.

   Greece instantly awoke, "HELLO, CHILD. I'M AWAKE." Greece rose from the bed and one of his cats jumped off with a meow.

  Turkey sighed and got up with him. They both kept walking and past the room of their 2 and a half year old daughter, Elainor.

  Of course they were both adopted children, how can two males get the baby making going on in a testosterone body, but oh my did they get the cutest children ever.

Elainor practiced both of her father's languages every day with them to learn new words. She was a delight little one. Turkey wanted her to be one of the smartest kids in school by the time she was five. So they work on learning stuff every day. She followed orders, loved both of her Daddy's.

Bronson was...just new. New to the world, to the experience, new to the life. He was just a baby and cried all the time. It was killing them all but they are getting through.

  "Hush little baby don't you cry, Daddy's gonn-" the crying became louder as Turkey tried singing and swaying with him. He shook his head at Greece and frowned.

  "Let me see him," Greece said and than he took Bronson. He laid him down in his crib and bent over on the ground and grabbed a stuffed cat. He put it next to Bronson and the crying stopped.

  "How did we adopt and he still got your ways?" Turkey chuckled and picked up Greece who wrapped his legs around Turkey and continuously kiss him.

  "Pure luck?" He replied and laughed while Turkey carried him to the bed. He laid Greece down and snuggled next to him.

  "This is all a dream come true. 4 years and I still have an eternity with you," Turkey smiled and kissed his cheek before falling into a deep sleep.