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A week following his release, Oliver and Mathias took a walk down their street and stopped by the Tim Hortons. They went in, with Mathias pushing Oliver's chair, and ordered sandwiches and coffee. It was their first official date.
"So, um... I don't want to racist, or anything, but you're not fully Latino." Oliver blushed as he said this.
"Yeah. My dad's Jamaican. It explains the dreadlocks." Mathias grinned.
"Really? That's cool!" Oliver gushed.
"I'm the only one of my brothers and sisters who has him as a father. I usually go for Thanksgiving and summer to visit my family down in J-A. That's how they say it." Mathias said. "He's a great dad. I have another three sisters down there, and my step-mom is so awesome! She works for the chamber of Commerce there, so she meets all of the dignitaries and politicians that pass through the country. My dad's a carpenter, but he's epic at what he does. He made this life-size statue of Norman Manley, a Jamaican national hero, and it's still in his house."
"It sounds like you enjoy it there." Oliver smiled.
"You wouldn't understand." Mathias whispered. "My mom sucks. She's never home and all of us have to fend for ourselves, I mean, Hillary is only three years old and she doesn't even call our mom 'mom'. She calls my oldest sister mom and my oldest brother dad. I get that my mom's disappointed in how her life had turned out, but a parent can't blame their kids for it. I'm sorry, I just vented and I didn't even let you talk! So, what's it like in Argentina?"
"Oh, it's alright, you can continue." Oliver said quickly.
"No, I insist! Tell me about South America." Mathias bit into his sandwich.
"If you're sure." Oliver pushed. "Argentina is much warmer than up here in Canada. We lived in the big city, all four of us. Then my father got sick and we had to move to Canada to get him the proper medical attention, but he died sadly. My mom suffered from crippling depression and she killed herself when I was six. I don't really remember my parents much, they were always in and out of the hospital and at work so, it's always been Orville and me."
"I couldn't imagine not being around my brothers and sisters." Mathias said.
"I couldn't imagine being surrounded by brothers and sisters." Oliver said.
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"So, what's your stance on kids. In the distant future." Mathias asked on the walk back to Oliver's apartment.
"I definitely want at least three." Oliver smiled. "I've always loved kids."
"Same here. But I've always imagined having eight kids. Eight is my lucky number." Mathias sighed wistfully. "And imagining you pregnant does things to me."
"Stop making me blush! My brother will get the wrong idea!" Oliver giggled. Mathias laughed along with him.
.:epilogue:.
After graduating university, Oliver got a job as a teacher in a prestigious high-school on the subject of chemistry and biology. He loved working with the students and answering their very eager questions. He loved knowing that he was feeding their minds with knowledge.
After graduating college, Mathias pursued a career in professional football. Three years later, he was playing in the big leagues as an MVP. He traveled the continent playing games and winning matches, once reaching the super bowl and scoring the winning touchdown for his team.
All the while, Oliver and Mathias stuck together. Wherever one went, the other was not far behind. Occasionally, Mathias had to leave for a few days for a big game, but he always returned to their lavish condo in the Toronto Central District.
Only a short drive away, Orville lived in a cozy house with his mate. They met at one of Orville's construction sites, the omega had fallen into an open pothole that wasn't marked and the rain was torrential that day. Chad was a chef in the Hilton hotel, and they hit if off big time, what with Chad's amazing cooking and Orville's insatiable stomach.
The couple had two children shortly after bonding. Oliver's two nieces were angels. Malia and Kayla.
Mathias and Oliver had eight children by the time they were forty. They reached a total of ten in all when Mathias got a vasectomy.
They made a mighty fine couple, and an even better family, indeed.