"Suit!"

"What?" Peter responded exasperatedly. It was the middle of the night and Mozzie had come over as soon as he found out Neal had been taken into the bureau for an impromptu and unlawful interrogation.

Mozzie was furious as he said, "I've always been Neal's lawyer. Why wasn't I called? We could have prevented everything he had to answer!" Neal was biting his lip because he felt terrible. It was three in the morning and he'd texted Mozzie before heading to bed with Peter. Since they'd had a conversation of their own and proceeded to make love and fall asleep right after, Neal had neither seen nor responded to Mozzie's outraged text message. "First of all, you should have asked about what he was 'being charged' with. As his legal representation, you did a very poor job of helping your client."

Peter snapped, "I was too pissed off to go through the proper God damn protocol, Mozzie. That asshole sent agents to our home, forcefully arrested him, left our twins with agents he and I have never met, and had a polygraph!" Neal flinched because he was sitting right beside Peter when the older man raised his voice. "I was getting ready to go home to my husband for lunch. I didn't think I'd—"

"Did you think at all?" Mozzie accused.

Neal shut his eyes tightly as he listened to them argue back and forth. He wanted to throw his two cents in, but the last thing he wanted to do was take a side between the two of them. Undoubtedly, he would be on Peter's side because he understands his husband. While Mozzie was right about the fact that the interrogation was illegal, Neal understood that Peter wanted to know why Kramer felt compelled to bring Neal in. Neal definitely didn't mind the fact that he hadn't remembered any pieces of that relationship, but he'd, unfortunately, recovered bits and pieces of it. He wasn't going to look into his past relationships because he had no reason to dwell on them. He's a happily married man who looked forward to spending the rest of his days with his husband.

"Don't you dare tell me I don't love him!" Neal's eyes flew open as soon as he heard his husband say those words. He'd apparently lost himself in thought and tuned them out for a few moments. Rather than remaining seated on the couch, Peter and Mozzie were both standing and nearly at each other's throats. "I would do anything and everything for him," Peter growled. "I'm not a lawyer. I'm an FBI agent. I'm not sorry that I wanted to be with him more than anything rather than abandoning him and leaving him to deal with everything on his own." Neal stared up at his husband concernedly, his lips parted. "I have been here for him from the beginning. As a matter of fact, he told me everything well before he told you. He trusts me to take care of him."

"If you truly loved him, you wouldn't have allowed Kramer to interrogate him. He was forced to recall memories he probably didn't want. He—"

"So you're saying it's okay that he remembers so much about being raped, but it's a tragedy that he remembers a past relationship?" Peter snarled. "He remembers more about being raped as a teenager than he does about his past relationships. I've been here for him when he's had memories in his nightmares." Neal blinked back tears as he kept his eyes on his husband. He knew how much Peter was hurting just by listening to his voice. "I have been here for him every time he came home after some kidnapping or a rape. You're not the one who shares his bed. I hold him when he's scared. I tell him everything's going to be okay when he probably doesn't even believe me." Sighing shakily, Peter whispered, "I wish you knew just how much I had to watch him suffer. I could have left him because it hurts so much to see him in pain, but I never once considered walking away. I love him more than anything and I wish he never had to remember all of the pain he went through."

Neal leaned forward and grabbed Peter's hand. He was relieved when Peter rubbed his thumb over his skin. "I love you," he whispered to reassure Peter that he felt the same way and that he was grateful for everything Peter's done for him over the years.

Peter bowed his head and squeezed Neal's hand tightly in the silence. Neal's eyes never left Peter's face because he could just feel Peter's pain as though it were his own. Exhaling heavily, Peter whispered, "Don't you ever tell me I don't love him again. I have seen him in every possible situation. I would never dream of walking away from him, Mozzie, and I'm sorry for not thinking properly before Kramer interrogated him. I regret not doing what I should have done as an FBI agent as well as his husband."

Mozzie watched them intently. He believed everything Peter just said to him. There was no doubt in his mind that Peter loved Neal and he felt awful for suggesting that Peter doesn't love Neal because he hadn't done the right thing when Neal was interrogated. He knew Peter had gone through hell and back alongside Neal and Peter never once said he wanted to leave by his own choice. His love for Neal was undying, but he'd always say that he would leave if Neal fell out of love with him. Ultimately, Peter left the decision up to Neal every time. He would always love Neal even if Neal didn't love him anymore, but he respects Neal and loves him enough to let him go if Neal wanted to end their marriage.

While he hadn't been around when Neal and Peter struggled to start their relationship again, Mozzie knew Peter was prepared to let Neal go if Neal didn't love him anymore. Neal admitted that to Mozzie and Mozzie truly respected Peter. If he truly loves Neal, he would let Neal go. Peter never wanted to control Neal or keep him a captive in their own home. Staying together was a decision they both made together. Proposing to Neal was Peter's choice, but accepting the proposal was Neal's. Together, they decided to advance in their relationship and get married. Through all of the issues they've had and Neal's memory loss, neither of them wanted to leave the other.

"Peter," Neal said softly, waiting until Peter finally looked at him. He could see the regret and apology in Peter's eyes, but he didn't hold what Kramer did against him. Mozzie was absolutely correct when he said Peter should've challenged Kramer, but Peter wanted to understand Kramer's obsession with Neal—with destroying Neal. "I love you." He loved telling Peter that and he knew Peter loved hearing it. Sometimes, Peter really needed to hear it. This was one of those times.

At first, Peter didn't say anything. He just stared at Neal's face silently and Neal accepted that. Neal was surprised when Peter moved abruptly and sank to his knees in front of Neal, hugging him tightly. "I love you so much," he whispered against Neal's neck. "I always have and I always will…"

•◊•

Peter glanced up from his work around noon. He knew Mozzie had been working with Neal because Neal had been falsely arrested among other things. Mozzie had every intention of pushing for charges against Kramer.

As he expected, Peter watched Neal and Mozzie enter the bureau. Neal hadn't worn a suit in quite some time and it took Peter's breath away. He loved seeing Neal dressed like that.

Kramer saw the two come into bureau and he immediately stepped out of his office as Peter did the same. Peter was supporting Neal wholeheartedly and he had proof that Kramer even went so far as to fabricate reasons for the arrest. The interrogation room recorded that Kramer wasn't arresting Neal or charging him with anything, so that also worked in their favor. "Can I help you?"

"Dante Haversham," Mozzie introduced himself. Glancing at Peter he said, "I'm the Burkes' legal legal representation." Focusing on Kramer again, he added, "My client is pressing charges against you for a false arrest and unlawful detainment."

"I had an arrest warrant," Kramer said in response.

Peter stepped forward and added, "The arrest warrant was a fabrication." Kramer stared at Peter. He wasn't expecting Peter to join this legal challenge, but he should have assumed the Burkes had a lawyer to use for legal retaliation. "You copied charges administered to James Crawford three months ago and used it to arrest my husband. Arresting him wrongly was bad enough, but you charged him with crimes he never committed and you admitted in our interrogation room that there were no official charges being administered to my husband. On top of arresting him, you brought him in and detained him in our interrogation room unlawfully."

Neal was quiet as he let Mozzie and Peter take care of the situation. Peter had friends in high places that allowed him to look into gathering evidence of a paper trail. Fortunately, there had been something and a cross reference of arrest warrants showed that Kramer copied another man's criminal charges word for word.

"As an aside, you also violated my client's Civil Rights. Under section nineteen-eighty-three of the Constitution, you violated his home by unlawfully searching it as he was being falsely arrested."

"He resisted arrest. It was just."

"I demanded that—"

Mozzie interrupted Neal. He didn't want Neal making any statements just yet. All of this would come out in due time if they went to court. "My client demanded that your agents provide reasons for his arrest. After speaking to my client in depth, your agents also violated his Miranda Rights." Kramer damned his agents for not reading the arrest warrant to provide Neal with the false allegations being pressed against him and used as the reasoning for his arrest. "He was not told his rights nor was he allowed to call for a lawyer. His resistance to his arrest was just, considering no one administered charges or recited his rights to him. Agent Burke was his legal representation within the bureau and my client wasn't allowed to speak to Agent Burke until you hesitantly allowed Agent Burke to join you in the interrogation room." Mozzie held out a folder towards Kramer and said, "My contact information as well as the charges my client is pressing against you and his reasoning—along with the evidence of fabrication and malicious intent in the interrogation room provided by Agent Burke—is included." Mozzie was going to leave it at that, but he added, "I apologize. I left one thing out. We're also pushing a lawsuit for civil damage to my client." Kramer looked incredulous, so Mozzie elaborated. "My client was falsely arrested within his home. He was humiliated as you led him through the bureau like a criminal and it may have damaged his reputation as well since witnesses watched your agents violently bring him in. Physical harm came to my client when he was arrested and forcefully dragged along by your agents. My client can and will identify the agents in question and this particular lawsuit will be held against them."

Kramer flipped the folder open and looked through it incredulously. He wasn't expecting Neal to have a lawyer this good. Every charge was listed perfectly and Kramer knew he was guilty of each and every one of them. "You're just doing this for money, aren't you?"

"I'm doing this because my rights were violated. I don't need your money. I'm taking this seriously because everything you did to me was illegal."

Turning to look at Peter, he growled, "Your husband didn't ask me to stop at any point nor did he say any of it was illegal."

Neal's jaw tensed and Peter could see it as clear as day. "My husband had a lapse of judgment. He was my legal representation and everything I answered was honest. However, my lawyer and I are still pressing charges against you. Peter will testify against you—as will several other agents, I'm sure."

"You don't owe this man answers," Mozzie reminded his best friend. Neal nodded silently in response and Mozzie focused on Kramer, adding, "We'll see you in court, Agent Kramer."

Peter held his hand out towards Neal when Neal approached him. They were going to go out for lunch together, but Kramer was pissed at both of them and their lawyer. "Burke." Both men turned towards Kramer and Kramer noticed that 'Dante' was watching silently. The more he was given to work with, the harder the charges would be against Kramer—as if they weren't bad enough already. "I'd like you to work through your lunch."

Neal glanced up at Peter and had to physically throw himself at Peter so Peter wouldn't assault Kramer. "Peter, it's not worth it," Neal pleaded with him quietly. "He's not fucking worth losing your job." Peter was gripping Neal's arms roughly, but Neal didn't care. If it kept Peter from attacking his new boss, he could handle a slight amount of pain.

"Fine," Peter growled. "My husband will just eat lunch with me in the office." Glancing at Neal, he eased his grip on his husband's arms when he realized how tightly he was holding him. Neal's hands were on Peter's hips and Peter could feel Neal's fingers digging into him to keep him grounded and keep him from attacking Kramer at the same time. "I'll order lunch and have it delivered. Does that sound okay, hon?"

"Yes," Neal whispered. He kept his eyes on Peter as Peter stared back at him. As long as Peter remained calm, he'd agree to whatever Peter wanted to do. Peter didn't even give Kramer the satisfaction of one last look. He took Neal's hand and led Neal into his office, shutting the door the second Neal was in his office. "Are you okay?"

Peter shook his head and Neal could see the tension in Peter's jaw and back as well as how his hands were now balled up into fists as he moved to take a seat at his desk. "We need to get him fired before I get fired," Peter growled. "Asshole thinks he can tell me to work through my lunch. Fuckhim. I'm an adult and the God damn second in command of this division. I'll do whatever I damn well please during my lunch hour." Neal took a seat in the chair across from him and he immediately noticed Neal's slight discomfort. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be discussing him when we're alone. This is our time." Neal gave him a small smile and he realized it was more than just discussing Kramer that made Neal uncomfortable. "What's wrong?" he asked concernedly.

Neal shook his head even as he subconsciously raised his left hand to rub his right bicep. He didn't realize it even as he said, "Nothing's wrong."

Jumping out of his chair, Peter rounded the desk and whispered, "Did I hurt you when I grabbed you?" Neal stared up at him and Peter knew Neal was trying not to upset him more. "Don't make me ask you to take your jacket and dress shirt off," he added quietly.

"I'm fine." Neal felt the anger as it surged through Peter. The older man wasn't upset with Neal and Neal knew that. "Peter," he pleaded. "Let's just order lunch, okay? You can make up for this later." Peter's brows furrowed as he calmed down. He was confused by what Neal meant by saying he could 'make up for this later.' "If you're feeling up to it, you can make it up to me by making love to me tonight."

"I'll do it right here." Neal raised an eyebrow. In a way, he kind of liked the idea of making love with Peter in Peter's office, but the last thing they needed was to be caught by Kramer. "We can make love under my desk right now—skip lunch entirely."

Neal gave his husband a teasing smile. "How about this?" Peter looked at him curiously. "You sit down in your chair and let me crawl underneath the desk. I don't think it's a good idea to get completely undressed in your office, so what do you say to letting me give you a blowjob while you order us some lunch and work on a few things?"

Peter gave his husband a look of disbelief. "I thought I was supposed to be making up for what I did."

"If you can manage to order lunch and work while I blow you, consider that your way of making it up to me," he said. Peter damned him and his cute smile. "Consider it my way of testing you, too," he said with a wink. "Besides, you need something to ease your tension and I really want to taste you."

Shivering, Peter growled, "Stop being so God damn convincing." Neal grinned up at him and Peter shook his head. "You're such a little shit sometimes."

"But you love me all the same," Neal said softly.

Neal stood and Peter watched the bullpen as Neal moved around to the other side of the desk and sank down to the floor. Peter turned to glance at his husband and he felt so turned on. "Aside from me," he teased, "what do you want me to order us for lunch?"

Shrugging, the younger man said, "Get a pizza for all I care."

Peter chuckled as he moved to take his seat. He watched Neal's fingers immediately go for his belt. Neal was very quick to unbutton and unzip Peter's pants and release his erection, immediately sucking him into his mouth. Peter gasped quietly and said, "Pizza it is." He grabbed his desk phone and dialed the first pizza place that came to mind. While his left hand held the phone, his right fingers were tangled in Neal's hair as Neal leisurely gave him a blowjob. He managed to make it through ordering a small pizza, asking for it to be delivered to the FBI building, and even called Diana at her desk to ask if she wouldn't mind meeting the delivery person downstairs in about thirty to forty minutes. He said he was really busy at the moment, but would definitely pay her back the second he wasn't busy anymore. Fortunately, she agreed without asking questions.

Neal was moaning quietly beneath the desk and Peter had to close his eyes as he attempted to grab a file from the corner of his desk. The humming sound that followed made Peter want to ejaculate in his husband's mouth immediately—and give him an extreme amount of come to swallow.

"I don't hear you working," Neal whispered breathlessly when he pulled away for a moment.

Peter began typing on his computer instead. In all honesty, he couldn't work and have his husband blow him at the same time. Neal's warm, wet mouth made him incredibly hard and Neal's hands on his thighs made him feel a hell of a lot warmer.

Neal was truly testing Peter by taking his sweet time as Peter hit random keys on the keyboard in a Word document. He knew that if he stopped for a second, Neal would probably stop as well. "Baby," he groaned when Neal used his teeth very tentatively on Peter's sensitive skin. He moaned and Neal smacked his leg. Glancing at the clock, he realized Neal had been going at this for half an hour. "You're such a bastard," he moaned. Neal knew Peter wasn't being literal or intentionally insulting him and he was having fun teasing Peter like this while making Peter work simultaneously. For a few moments, Peter leaned back and watched his husband suck on him. Neal was being quieter now and Peter was grateful for that in case someone happened to walk in abruptly. He heard the elevator ding and glanced up to see Diana carrying the pizza he'd ordered. "Shit. Neal."

"Yeah?" Neal murmured, taking a moment to breathe.

"Pizza's here. Diana's coming." He heard Neal laugh and wished he hadn't told Neal that someone was going to come into the room. "Don't you fucking—" He couldn't resist moaning when Neal began to purposely take Peter all the way into his mouth until he managed to get near the back of Neal's throat. Neal's gag reflex had surprisingly gotten better as far as Peter was concerned. He wanted so desperately to deepthroat his husband by thrusting at his own pace, but he knew he'd be way too obvious if he did that. As Neal gently bit him, the door opened simultaneously and he glanced at Diana anxiously, knowing he was getting very close to ejaculating.

"Where'd the hubby go?" she asked as she moved closer to the desk.

Peter's grip on Neal's hair tightened and he was silently pleading with his body to not release with Diana in the room. "Bathroom," he said in a rush. He glanced at his computer, knowing he was doomed. Neal slid his tongue around Peter and gently nipped at him again. Letting out a hardly contained gasp and moan, he came—and he came hard.

Diana immediately looked concerned. "Are you okay, boss?"

Peter's heart was pounding as he felt Neal swallow his come. "I just realized I fucked my report." He realized he'd worded that improperly and said, "Fucked up. I realized I fucked up my report." Neal, little shit that he was, kept sucking on him slowly even though he knew Peter was spent and struggling to maintain at least a sliver of composure. "That really blows." He felt Neal swallow hard and wished he could come again just to give Neal a challenge. "I really hope I didn't make too much of a mess."

He knew Neal was grinning. The bastard... "I'm sure it's not too terrible," Diana reassured him. Much to Peter's surprise, Diana moved to come around the desk and he had to quickly open a report and type something while immediately sliding his chair forward, subsequently shoving Neal into the very back of the desk. He had to force a considerably loud cough to cover up the sound of Neal's head hitting the desk. "What exactly did you do wrong?"

Neal, retaliating for being shoved backwards and having Peter's dick shoved further into his mouth by surprise, began to suck on Peter again. Peter was trying very hard to avoid another erection. If he managed to get it up again, he felt like the next orgasm would drain him. "I entered the wrong arrest date and a few other slight details." He kicked his husband in the hopes that Neal would stop since Diana was right beside him. Neal, however, took that as his cue to begin sucking on him fervently.

Diana noticed a few other mistakes and pointed them out to him as Neal was managing to get another erection out of him. "These are just tiny mistakes," Diana teased. "They're easy to make errors on and it's not like you officially filed the report and sent it in."

Peter forced a small, nervous laugh as Neal was quickly bringing him towards a second climax. He kicked Neal again—a little harder than the first time—and Neal proceeded to bite him. "Ah!" he cried out in a slight amount of pain. Diana stared at Peter concernedly again and Peter had to close his eyes for a moment. "You're absolutely correct. I'm very fortunate to have noticed these mistakes before sending them in. With as much of an asshole as Kramer is, he'd probably burn me at the stake for this."

The two continued to work on some details and Peter began to sweat. "Peter, are you feeling okay?"

"Yes," he said firmly. "Why?"

"Your face is red—and you're sweating. If you're not feeling well, you can—"

And Neal did it. He made Peter climax a second time after about fifteen minutes and Peter came in a painful rush, letting out a cry. Reaching under the desk quickly, he grabbed Neal's hair and pushed Neal's head down a bit. "I'm really trying to not make a mess out of this document. I'm just trying to hold it all together." He hoped he was conveying his challenge to Neal loud and clear. "I should probably figure out why Neal's taking so damn long in the bathroom. He's going to miss out on our lunch unless he wants to hang out with his boring husband at work a little longer."

Peter kept Neal's head where it was and Neal wasn't resisting. This was the first time he'd actually grabbed Neal this way and he honestly expected some resistance from his husband. "All right. I'll let you get to it then. If you need any more help on this, let me know."

Peter nodded and waited for her to leave and shut the door before rolling his chair back to look under the desk. "You better not have swallowed." Neal sat forward a bit and opened his mouth to show Peter that he kept everything in his mouth. "Swallow and get out here." He watched Neal essentially gulp the load down quickly before crawling out.

Resting on his knees beside Peter, he whispered, "Did I make you mad?" He sounded afraid and Peter sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I thought it would be fun for you."

"I thought kicking you might let you know that it was time to stop." Neal lowered his gaze to the floor and looked tremendously apologetic. "I'm not mad. I'm just really drained and I didn't even do anything."

"I pissed you off and I'm sorry."

Peter shook his head and framed Neal's face with his hands, making Neal look at him. "I'm sorry for not being very gentle," he whispered. "I didn't mean to hurt you—physically or emotionally. I'm sorry for shoving you back, for kicking you, and for…for holding you down the way I did."

Neal sighed. "I actually liked every bit of it," Neal admitted quietly.

Glancing out into the bullpen for a moment, he checked to make sure no one was watching his office and he leaned forward, kissing his husband. He slid his tongue against Neal's lips and tasted some of himself on Neal. When he ended the kiss, he said, "Good. I liked it, too. I just feel bad for, you know…"

"You're very welcome to shoving me down onto your dick." Peter's eyebrows rose in surprise. "I was a jackass and kept going when I should've stopped." He rested his hands on Peter's thighs and whispered, "Besides, I told you to let go of your past worries. I'm not going to freak out if you hold me in place every now and then. It was fun—trying to hold everything in my mouth."

"I love you, Neal," Peter said softly. He licked the corner of Neal's mouth, clearing away the last remnants of his come on Neal's face.

"I love you, too." He leaned forward to kiss Peter's thigh, whispering, "I told you I'm stronger now. You can do whatever you want to me. I love everything you do to me." He watched Peter readjust himself and his pants before hesitantly getting up and taking his seat quickly. "I don't mind getting rough or you being a little forceful. In fact, it thrills me."

Peter shook his head as he opened the pizza box. "I should just call you my thrillseeker." Neal smirked at him and he watched Neal eat a slice of pizza over the box and smiled. As much as he loved the man Neal had been before, he admittedly really loved the man sitting across from him right now. If Neal honestly didn't fear him sexually, perhaps he'd learn to let go of these fears entirely someday. He worried that Neal would feel like Peter took advantage of him, but… He just watched Neal eat the pizza as though they hadn't just had oral sex. Neal seemed like he wasn't affected by what Peter did.

When Neal glanced at his husband, he caught him staring and whispered, "What?"

Clearing his throat, Peter said, "I really admire you. I admire your strength, your courage, and your ability to…to overcome things that would have hurt you considerably in the past." Neal smiled at Peter appreciatively. "I don't know if I'd be able to do everything you're doing. I'm not as strong as you are."

"You're still with me," Neal whispered. "After enduring me being raped, kidnapped, and tortured to the point where I've lost my memory, you arestill at my side and love me with all of your heart. Tell me again that you're not considerably strong and I may just have to punch you."

Peter chuckled, nodding. "Staying with you wasn't a choice," he admitted. Neal's brows furrowed as he wondered why the hell Peter said that after they just finished complimenting each other. "There has never been a moment where I questioned myself and considered walking away. You gave me opportunities to walk away from this life and I rejected them every time." He reached across the desk and rested his hand atop Neal's. "I want to be the man who gives all of his love to you. I used to be afraid of losing you because I was afraid that you'd get into a relationship with an abusive man. I don't want you to be hurt by a man who's supposed to love the hell out of you."

Neal blinked back tears as he whispered, "I'm considerably lucky to have met you."

"I'm the lucky one," Peter said quietly. "After everything, you still chose to love me. You could have rejected me and looked for someone more attractive, with a better sense of humor, or with a better sex appeal than me." He thought Neal's glare was adorable, but he understood the reaction. "But I don't want to believe that someone could ever best me in loving you. I put you before so many things, Neal. You're everything to me. Because of you, I have this life."

Neal pulled his hand out of Peter's and Peter looked hurt for a moment before watching Neal drag his chair around the desk, sitting beside him to hug him tightly. He returned the hug and smiled. "No man could ever love me more than you do. You've been here for me through so much. You've watched me suffer and yet you stayed." He kissed Peter's neck gently a few times, whispering, "You're strong for being able to keep me somewhat sane. You're strong for being able to stay at my side no matter what. You're strong for loving me like no one ever can. You've made love to my heart and my body, Peter. No one can love me like this or touch me as passionately as you do—physically and otherwise." Peter closed his eyes and breathed in Neal's scent. "You've touched my life in ways I never imagined before and I'm eternally grateful to call you my beautiful husband."

They separated and smiled at each other softly. "I've been so happy whenever I watched you sign anything because I think the most beautiful thing in my life—aside from you in general—is watching you sign your name with my surname."

Chuckling, Neal whispered, "Consider it our surname." Peter grinned at him and nodded. "I'm not letting you go, Peter Michael Burke. I love being Neal George Burke and I love that our children are Burke-children." Peter lifted his hand to caress Neal's cheek. "Being a Burke is wonderful. You brought me and our children into a beautiful family."

"God, Neal. I wish I could tell you just how much I love hearing things like this."

Neal kissed his husband lovingly before pulling the pizza box closer to them. "You have the rest of our lives to hear those things over and over again." Smirking, he said, "For the time being, we really need to eat this pizza before it gets colder than it already is."

"It's not that cold…"

"Shut up and eat," Neal said as he laughed quietly, shaking his head.

Even now, while sitting in an office damn near close to the office of a man they both despised, they could see the light in their lives. No matter what happened, they had each other. They've always been partners. They've always been a team.

No one can change the fact that they'll always be Burkes. Until their final moments and even beyond that point, they were bound by this family name. No one can take that away from them or make them regret it. No matter how much Kramer pissed them off and interfered in their lives, they have each other to rely on, each other to go to for comfort.

As Peter watched his husband eat his pizza and caught the occasional glance and shy smile from his husband, he knew for certain—though he'd known this the day they met—that nothing and no one could ever tear them apart.