"Cassandra, honey," Brady said as he dressed. "Everything will be just fine."

She held Anthony in her arms and held a stoic expression, "You say that now." She cocked an eyebrow. "But, a bachelor party with Varric at the helm is disconcerting."

He looked to her with a subtle smirk, "It's one night. What could possibly go so wrong in one night?"

She rolled her eyes at him, "Famous last words."

He threw his shirt over his shoulders and worked his arms into it. With a few strides, he walked over to Cassandra and placed a kiss on her lips. "I'll be back before you know it." He smiled at her as she let out a small groan and walked out of the room.

Varric was waiting for him in the main hall with crossed arms and a grin. "Time to get away from the ball and chain, inquisitor."

Brady laughed and walked up to Varric, "If she heard you say that-"

"I'd be down a few limbs... probably." Varric quipped, and led Brady to the courtyard.

"So, Varric..." Brady said, descending down the stone staircase. "What exactly should I be expecting?"

"That would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?" Varric chuckled and pointed towards the group that was collected in the courtyard.

Brady could see his companions looking as eager as ever. They were all gathered around the caravan. Blackwall and Iron Bull stood with a small sway and smiles on their faces. Cole sat in the caravan while Dorian and Cullen secured the caravan's cover.

Brady joined them in next to the caravan and did a quick scan of who was there. "No Sera?" He asked.

"I asked," Iron Bull admitted, "But she said she was doing something better tonight."

Brady cocked his head to the side, "Something better?"

Iron Bull shrugged, "Yeah, Boss. I have no idea."

"Well, I am at my capacity with toying with the caravan cover." Dorian jumped inside the caravan. "So I suggest we leave and find a tavern that serves something strong."

Varric patted Brady's shoulder and looked up at him with a mischievous grin, "It's about time we got into some trouble."

Varric walked away, and Brady shook his head as he joined them inside the caravan.


"Cassandra!" Sera's voice rang as she banged on the bedroom door. "C'mon, open up!"

Cassandra let out a disgruntled groan and put Anthony into his crib and went down the small set of stairs to open the door. "What is it?"

Sera cocked her head with a grin, "Didn't think the boys were going to be the ones to have all the fun tonight, amirite?"

Cassandra narrowed her eyes, "Sera, you didn't."

"I didn't. Josephine mostly. Planned it and such. I'm just supposed to get you." Sera grabbed Cassandra's arm and tugged, "Well, come on!"

"I can't just leave Anthony."

"Right, The Inquisitor's sissy and brother volunteered to watch em'. So, you have no excuse."

"Sera-"

Sera shook her head and stuck her tongue out with protest, "No, none of that. We're going to have a bloody good time tonight and that's it."

There was a knock on the door, and Sera rushed to get it.

"Ah, that's them." Sera said, and allowed Evelyn and Maxwell to enter.

Max ascended the stairs and walked towards the crib. "Hey, Big guy!" he said with a grin.

Anthony giggled, and Cassandra gestured for Max to hold him.

Evelyn worked her way to Cassandra's side and gave her a reassuring grin. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of our nephew." She pulled her into an unexpected hug, "Have fun tonight, Cassandra."

"Thank you," Cassandra replied with a smile.

"That's what family's for." Max replied while cooing at Anthony in his arms.

Cassandra nodded, and turned to Sera, "Well, let's get this over with."

Sera cackled with a manic laugh and grabbed Cassandra's wrist, quickly leading her out of the bedroom.


Brady sighed as he looked to the outside of the caravan. He didn't see any civilization for the last twenty minutes of the ride and grew anxious. His companions were weary, also; Cullen even taking peeks at paperwork that was stuffed into his pockets in case of boredom.

"Varric, where are we going?" Brady asked, his anxiousness getting the better of him.

Varric shook his head with a laugh, "That would ruin the surprise."

Iron Bull groaned and began to rummage in his pack. "An hour of being sober during a bachelor party is against the law." He pulled out a large bottle of liquor. Brady couldn't make out whether it was Sun Blond Vint-1 or Vint-9 Rowan's rose; All he knew is that he wanted a few kicks of it.

"Hand it over," Dorian demanded, reaching out his arm to take it from Bull, "I'm parched."

"Calm down, Vint." Iron Bull laughed, "The inquisitor is about to commit himself to one person... for the rest of his life." Iron Bull looked down at the bottle, then to Brady. Bull began to smirk, "I don't know whether to be happy for you or feel sorry."

The caravan burst into laughter, including the driver. Brady narrowed his eyes and let out a chuckle, then snatched the bottle out of his hands, opening it and raising it to his company, "Here's to long, happy lives for all of us from this point on!"

They cheered, and Brady killed half the bottle, much to the party's dismay.

"Greedy bastard." Dorian mumbled underneath his breath.

"Ha!" Varric smiled, causing everybody's attention to direct towards him, "Here it is!"

Brady looked outside to see a tavern, but nothing more. It was shoddy, to say the least, but he could hear the patrons laughing from inside even from the road.

"How-" Brady shook his head, "How did you find this place?"

Varric waved him off, "Isabela told me about it a few years ago... never thought I'd actually go, but here we are."

Brady sighed, then motioned for Varric to jump out of the caravan. "Lead the way."


Cassandra walked into the Skyhold Tavern to see it decorated in white and gold, while her friends occupied each seat at the bar. Josephine, Harding, Vivienne, and even Leliana- they all turned and greeted Cassandra with gracious hugs and smiles.

When Leliana came to give her a hug, Cassandra greeted her with a playful tone, "Shouldn't you be at the Cathedral?"

"Ah," Leliana smiled, "and miss an 'extremely important top secret mission?'" Leliana turned and rolled her eyes at Josephine.

Josephine just laughed, "Leliana, you've been asking for an excuse to leave for an entire month."

Leliana cocked her head with a laugh and returned to her seat.

"So," Cassandra said, pivoting her head between them all, "Now that I'm here, what's the plan."

"To get belligerently drunk without mentioning the wedding, right?" Harding replied, "I don't know. I'm new to this."

"No, Scout's right,' Sera said, slapping her hands against the bar. "Time to bring out the good stuff, barkeep. Put it on our dear old Inquisitor's tab, yeah?"

The bartender grinned and nodded towards her, "Of course."


"Our brother sure did well for himself," Max mentioned, laying on top of the couch holding Anthony. "I mean, have you looked at all of this stuff?"

Eve looked up from her book and at her brother. "Yes, the 'stuff' is what is the most impressive thing our brother has recieved." She looked back at her book with narrowed eyes, "The whole beginning a family concept is much less impressive."

Max sighed, "You know what I meant."

Max looked into Anthony's eyes and cooed. Suddenly, his face distorted.

"Eve." He said quickly.

Anthony's eyes began to shut with force, than his face became red. Within the second, he began to cry.

Eve got up from the chair and rushed over to her brother. "Now look what you've done."

Max sat up on the couch and rocked Anthony in her arms in a slow motion. "C'mon kid, no need to cry."

At an ear splitting volume, Anthony continued to cry out. Max held him up to Eve and she took him and placed him against her shoulder. She hushed him and rocked back and forth, but to no avail.

"Uhm, Eve?" Max said, trying to talk over the screaming. "I think I know what's wrong..." Max plugged his nose and pointed to Anthony's diaper.

"Of course." Eve sighed, and walked towards the bed and laid Anthony down with gentle placement. "Alright, where are the diapers?"

Max's face scrunched up. "What in Andraste's name makes you think I know the answer to that?"

Eve rubbed the bridge of her nose, "For once, I just wish you could do something useful."

Max looked at her with a deadpan stare. "Now that's just mean, sister."

She let out a groan. "Just get a servant, Maxwell. Can you handle that?"

He threw his hands up and walked towards the staircase. "I don't know, Eve. I might get lost."

"Don't be an ass."

Max threw a foul gesture Eve's way and exited the room.


Brady's eyesight was hazed over. He and his company were drinking the tavern dry, taking shots of their best liquor and chasing them with ale. Even Cullen was tipsy, rocking back and forth on the bar stool and every so often almost falling off.

"Inquisitor," Varric said, leaning in his stool. "I'm sorry about the lack of 'female entertainment' tonight. Trust me, I love screwing with Cassandra as much as anyone, but I don't believe I would have survived an encounter with the future Mrs. Trevelyan finding out I brought strippers to the bachelor party."

"It's quite alright, Varric." Brady grinned, and patted him on the back. "I don't think I would have survived an encounter if she found out, either."

Varric laughed, "Alright, good. But don't think I came empty handed." Varric snapped his fingers at the barkeep. The barkeep nodded, and reached underneath the counter. He pulled out a wooden box and placed it in front of them.

"Now, I can't take full credit for this." Varric pushed the box towards Brady. "Isabela and Hawke helped me get a hold of these. There's enough in there for all of us."

Brady opened the box and found perfectly wrapped cigars. One for each of his companions in the bar. He picked it up and smelled it, "Tevinter cigars?"

Dorian's head perked up. "Did I hear that correctly?"

Iron bull looked at Brady. "Tevinter cigars? I hate to say it, but the Vints know how to make a cigar."

"Dorian, please don't tell me these are rolled by the sweat and tears of slaves..." Blackwall shook his head.

"Actually, no. Soprati tobacco farmers take great pride in their cigars. They themselves roll and sell them."

"Sweat, scythe. Need to put food on the table. Magisters love these." Cole murmured. "Hands cramping, almost painful but worth it. 'This one is for me.''

"Alright kid," Varric put a hand on Cole's shoulder with a smile. "Let's just enjoy these."

Cole nodded.

Brady passed out a cigar to each of them. He placed it in his mouth and looked around for a moment. "Anyone got a light?"

Dorian held his hand out and snapped his fingers, allowing a single flame to come from his thumb. "Allow me."

Once each cigar was lit, a simultaneous inhale and exhale grazed each of them.

"Wow," Cullen commented. "These are divine."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Brady examined the cigar in his hand and let out a thought. "If you asked me five years ago if I was ever going to be married with a child, I would have laughed." He took a puff of the cigar and continued. "This is surreal."

"Not getting cold feet, are you, boss?" Iron Bull joked.

Brady chuckled. "Of course not."

"Well, good then." Dorian smiled, "Cassandra would have them chopped off otherwise."

"You've set up a good life for yourself, Trevelyan." Cullen commented with a smile.

Brady looked at him with a grin. "I know."


Skyhold's tavern was rowdy. Soldiers of the inquisition and agents alike joined Cassandra and the rest of the women in drinking and dancing. Leliana and Josephine were both loosening up on the dance floor to the minstrel's melody. Sera and Harding danced together, along with a few inquisition agents.

Cassandra stood and watched, laughing and drinking a glass of wine alongside Vivienne.

"Cassandra, my dear." Vivienne said, turning to Cassandra with a welcomed smile. "May I ask you a question?"

"Of course." Cassandra said, bowing her head and then taking a sip of her wine.

"What will you do if your son is a mage?" Vivienne asked, her head tilting to the side.

Cassandra let out a laugh. "First Enchanter, this isn't really the place for such a heavy question."

"I suppose you're right." Vivienne said, and drank from her glass.

Sera danced over to Cassandra and, with a drunken motion, placed both her hands on Cassandra's soldiers. "Okay," Sera smiled something wicked. "One more thing."

Cassandra cocked an eyebrow, "What is it now?"

Sera giggled with fiend in her laugh. "Look." She pointed to the door.

Almost on cue, three men walked in. One was dressed in the likes of the inquisitor, wearing the inquisitor's signature armor and a replica helm. Another was dressed like Cullen, wearing Ferelden armor with heavy fur. The last resembled Iron Bull, bare chested with loose trousers.

"Alright," The man dressed as the inquisitor said with a booming voice. "Where's the bride to be?"

"Sera, you didn't..." Cassandra said.

"Of course I did," Sera cackled. "She's right here!" Sera pointed to Cassandra ran away.

The man dressed as Cullen held a grin, "Ah, a seeker. Perhaps you're 'seeking' a little more excitement tonight."

Cassandra groaned with slight disgust.

The Inquisitor themed man walked up to her and grabbed her hand, "Come, m'lady."

Leliana slid a bar stool to the men and they sat Cassandra down and began their routine.

The whole tavern burst out in laughter watching the seeker being teased and danced on by the three men. Some were even throwing sovereigns their way.

"Do you believe the Inquisitor will be angry when he finds out about this?" Leliana said as a side comment to Josephine.

Josephine turned and smiled, "I assume this is tame compared to what they're doing." She turned her eyes back to the blushing Cassandra. "I doubt he'll even bring it up."


"Eve!" Max called out as he worked his way up the bedroom stairs. "I found help!"

Anthony was crying into her shoulder. Her face relaxed. "Thank the maker."

Max reached the bedroom and smiled with accomplishment. Another man accompanied him, followed by a woman.

"And you are-?" Eve said, holding the baby close to her.

"Some people call me 'The Hero of Ferelden,' but you can just call me Damon." He said with a smile. "And this is my wife, Morrigan."

"You really did bring help, brother. But we have a crying baby, not an archdemon." Eve quipped.

"Tis' the same, really." Morrigan said with a sigh, crossing her arms.

"Here, give Anthony to me." Damon held his arms out. Eve complied, handing Anthony over with gentleness. "Wow," Damon's face scrunched. "He's ripe."

Damon rocked Anthony in his arms and placed him on the inquisitor's desk. He gestured for Morrigan to hand him a clean diaper, and she did. With ease, Damon cleaned Anthony with a cloth and disposed of the dirty diaper, then wrapping the clean one on the baby.

"Alright, pup." Damon picked up Anthony and rocked him in his arms. "Now, for something to eat."

He handed Anthony to Morrigan, who had a sack of warm milk prepared for him. She fed him as they all watched the crying stop.

"Andraste's grace, you did it." Eve sighed, relieved.

"Well, that's what were in Skyhold for." Damon quipped. "To offer advisement and take care of the children."

Morrigan rolled her eyes. Damon looked at her with an expression she knew too well. "Oh, no, you. Do not get any ideas."

He laughed, "Oh come on, my love. Don't you miss the pitter patter of little feet?"

Morrigan sighed, "Not the time nor place, Warden."

He huffed. When she was done feeding Anthony, she handed him off back to Damon.

Damon cooed. "Look at this little guy." Anthony's face scrunched slightly. Damon laughed, "He looks like Cassandra."

"His eyes are all my brother, though." Max said with pride, making Eve groan at her brother.

Damon looked at Max and smiled, "That is true." Damon looked at Morrigan with doe eyes, and she rolled her eyes at him.

Max walked over to Anthony and held his arms out. Damon placed him into Max's arms, and he began to sniffle and sob again. "Oh, no." Max gave Anthony back to Damon and stepped away. The sobbing subsided. "Do you two mind staying?"

Damon's eyes lit up, while Morrigan sighed.

"Morrigan, please?" Damon said, his lower lip pouting playfully.

Morrigan rubbed the bridge of her nose, "Fine, Warden. But do not press the 'let's have another' again."

Damon looked at Anthony with a small grin as Anthony cooed with a smile. "No promises."


Brady and his company arrived in Skyhold in the morning. All of them suffering from a terrible migraine. Skyhold looked like a beacon of hope to Brady. He made a note to contact his healers with a hangover remedy as soon as he was able.

They all bid their goodbyes and returned to their regular stations. Brady rubbed his temples and headed to the main hall. There, he saw Cassandra slumped over a plate of eggs, along with Josephine, Leliana, Sera, and Vivienne.

He walked over to her and placed a single kiss on her cheek. "You look like you had fun."

She groaned, "Please, love. Not too loud."

He laughed, and then cringed at his headache. "Good morning, ladies."

They all looked at him with dulled eyes, and then returned to slumping over their breakfast.

"Did you return to our quarters last night?"

She shook at her head, "No. I- took a nap in the tavern."

He shook his head with a smile, and held out his hand. "C'mon, love."

She looked at his hand and placed her own into it. He helped her up as she began to stumble.

He chuckled, and swept her off her feet. She protested, but was defeated.

"I can walk, you know."

"Barely." He smiled, "Cass, I'm trying to be romantic."

She laughed at him, "This is your attempt at romance?"

He carried her through the main hall and up the stairs to their quarters.

Walking in, he ascended the stairs and they saw a hilarity before them and laughed.

Morrigan and Damon were on their bed, dead asleep. Anthony was snoring on Damon's chest. Brady's siblings were passed out on the couch, seated.

"We weren't the only ones who seemed to party last night." Brady commented.

He placed Cassandra on her feet and walked over to his brother. He kicked Max's boot, causing his eyes to open with haste.

Max sniffed and let a breath out as his eyes adjusted.

"Honestly," Brady looked at Max, then to Damon and Morrigan on the bed and pulled on a snark filled grin. "I can't tell if you were supposed be in charge of my son... or if they were."

Max shook his head. He nudged Eve awake.

She stretched, and looked at Brady. "Brother."

"Get out, please." He pointed towards the stairs and they both got up and slunk away and out of the bedroom.

Cassandra stood at the foot of the bed. "What should I do about these two?"

Brady scratched his head. "I don't want to be the one to wake up Morrigan."

"Nor do I."

Brady walked over to where Damon was laying. He knelt down and worked Anthony out of his grip. Anthony's eyes fluttered open and he smiled at Brady. Damon rolled over in his sleep and began to cuddle Morrigan.

Brady handed Anthony over to Cassandra. She began to bob him in her arms. Anthony giggled and smiled with a brightness that made both parents mirror him.

"Perhaps we should take a walk?" Cassandra asked.

Brady put his hands on her waist and nuzzled closer to Anthony. "I can't see us moving them..." He looked at her and smiled, "Hangover be damned, let's get out of here."