Kiss Me Before You Go

Part Fourteen [End]

Third Person's POV

"Sneaky kids. Doing it outdoors," Zia drawled after Finnegan brought Bran upstairs to get cleaned up.

"You're so dirty minded," Gianna commented. "What makes you think they did something?"

"Oh, I know!" Armina chimed, raising her hand. Aria was making the next move for them both.

"Don't say it!" Aria nudged her twin. "Ugh." It was awkward the night before when they all witnessed Finn and Bran kissing. She would rather not think about it. She always dreamed of finding the perfect girl for her brother but now, that was never going to happen.

Nevertheless, Aria was happy when the whole family made her understand how they should be supportive of Finn and Bran. It seemed that Bran's parents already had a hunch over the two. They didn't have any plan to oppose.

Alex and Draco were shaking their heads, mentally wishing they were in the back of the house, having beer instead. The women of the house were squabbling over what really happened to Finn and Bran when France came back from the kitchen. Everyone turned quiet. No one wanted to corrupt the youngest member of the family any further than they've already had.

"Gosh! Did you guys see P'Bran's hickeys? So sexy!"

"Dear lord," Alex and Draco facepalmed themselves.

***

All the girls had gone to see the coronation night of the town's festival queen by the time Finn and Bran came back downstairs. Alex was in the back making a call. Draco was tidying the mess in the living room.

"You guys can eat if you're hungry. Finn, your mom heated some food for the two of you," Draco said as he put away the clutter in the room.

"Thanks, Dad."

After Finn left for the kitchen, Bran approached his uncle. "Im sorry I ran away earlier, uncle."

Turning to Bran, Draco ruffled his nephew's hair. "I'm the one with a huge apologizing to do. Only if I told Finn the truth about his real mother, things would have been...less complicated."

"Are you mad about us?"

Shaking his head, Draco said, "Not at all. I've already considered you as my son. Besides, I couldn't be mad. You two have been through enough."

"You guys all know, huh?"

Draco nodded apologetically. "France only knew recently."

"I'm sorry, uncle. Even when I thought we were-- "

"Hey," Draco tapped on Bran's shoulder. "Wanna know what your aunt said? We don't choose who we fall in love with. It just happens."

"And if you two were really cousins," Alex said as he entered the room, "I guess the road ahead would be even more difficult."

"But we won't be in the way," Draco added.

"We won't?" Alex asked.

"Yes, we won't." Draco went back to tidying up the living room. "Unless you don't mind your wife's nagging."

"Yeah, we won't get in the way, buddy." Alex approached his son and patted his head. "Just make sure you graduate college first before," he leaned over to whisper to his son, "you get knocked up."

"Dad!"

Alex' laughter followed Bran's steps as he escaped to the kitchen. Bran's cheeks were reddened from embarrassment. He assumed his father knew he was the bottom in the relationship.