So below you will find the last chapter of my FF and of course I've also uplaoded the epilogue.

I hope you'll like the end and of course I also hope you liked the whole FF.

If that is so please let me now.

I might upload some other FFs some time, but first I have to think of something new ;-)

Take care everyone!

When Giotto entered the room he immediately noticed the blonde man and the small boy. Alaude hunkered right in front of Hugo, showing him a wooden carving. It seemed to be a bear and while Alaude was speaking Hugo was giving him an almost fascinating look. It wasn't hard to see that the small boy seemed to admire Alaude a lot.

"Il toi appartient." Alaude said finally handing the figure over to the boy who started to beam with joy.

"Pour de bon? Merci, Alaude." The boy said, still smiling and quickly pressing the wooden bear to his chest.

Meanwhile Alaude had noticed Giotto and Giotto was sure that there was a little hint of a smile in the actually always restrained face.

"Allez maintenant à toi père." The blonde French said and straightened up again. Hugo just nodded and quickly left the room, making sure to also give Giotto a soft and happy smile when he went past him.

Giotto couldn't resist smiling too, before he fully entered the room and then closed the door behind him.

"He really likes you." The Italian marked, watching his lover attentively.

"Luc says the same." Alaude responded and sighed. "Strange enough he really is something like a little brother to me. Probably because he behaves the way I am his big brother."

"I think it suits you."

"It suits me?"

"Being a big brother. It somehow suits you." Giotto was still smiling. Although Alaude seemed to be cold and unobtainable he sure had his soft moments. But he only revealed them to those he really trusted. Until now this always had just included Luc and himself, but it seemed like Hugo had captured the French's heart as well.

"Sometimes I'm not sure about this. But we'll see." The blonde simply said, turning towards the suitcases again.

"There's no need to unpack our luggage. We'll only stay for tonight." He explained and took a quick look around. "Actually we'll have even more luggage by tomorrow. I'll have to take more with me."

"Yes, Luc mentioned something like that. Are we going on another trip, Alaude?" He wondered and tilted his head. This sure was strange since Alaude never had said anything about another trip.

"Yes, indeed. Our destination is not that far away though. You'll see tomorrow." And with that Alaude didn't say more about their last destination and although Giotto almost died of curiosity he tried to calm himself down. Instead making use of the time they had in order to rest properly and he surely slept well since it felt as if he finally was home again.

The next morning they left rather early. To Giotto's surprise there was a carriage waiting in front of the house which was fully loaded with suitcases and wooden boxes. Even if their destination wasn't far it seemed as if they would spent quite some time there.

However there was something else he immediately noticed, because he recognized the two horses. The one pulling the carriage was Alaude's horse, but the one tightened to the carriage at the end was a bigger surprise to him.

"That's Lunaire?" He said, approaching the small mare that lifted its head once it had noticed the Italian. It made a soft gentle sound and stretched its nose so it could touch the man's hand. Giotto gently stroked the soft fur of his mare. She still seemed to remember him. "How comes she's in Paris?"

Alaude, who was still preparing the carriage, hesitated for a second before he finally answered. "Well, I brought her here half a year after you've left. I just couldn't leave both of them in Italy."

Giotto just silently nodded. It hurt to remember the past, but probably he would better get used to it since it just wasn't possible to forget everything from back then.

"Thank you, Alaude." Giotto finally said, still stroking the gentle mare. "Did you bring Giacomo, too?" He wondered with a low voice, making Alaude hesitated for another time.

"I sure did, but Giotto, he died before I left to come for you. After all it has been a long time." He said, coming closer and gently placing a hand on the Italian's shoulder. "I am sorry. But believe me he surely had a good life her. I didn't keep him in town, but brought him to a friend in the countryside. Giacomo always played with his children until he became too old."

"It's okay. I sometimes try to forget for how long I've been gone. Thank you, Alaude." The blonde turned towards his lover, giving him a rather sad smile. When noticing this Alaude lifted his hand and gently stroked the smaller man's cheek.

"Wait until we arrive at our place. Everything we'll be fine there."

"Our place?" Giotto immediately wondered since this was the first time Alaude was talking a bit more precisely about their destination. However the blonde French just smiled slightly.

"You'll see. Just let yourself be surprised." He answered and finally got on the carriage, beckoning Giotto over to his side.