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Bilbo stepped out of Bag End with a now happily fed Bungo in his arms and couldn't help the smile that graced his face as he saw a grinning Thorin chasing a giggling Frodo both covered in mud around the garden, he looked down at son "Sometimes Bungo I think we're the only mature ones here" Bungo just smiled obliviously up at his father before nuzzling closer to Bilbo's chest. Bilbo carried his sleepy son to the nearby bench before sitting down and enjoying the view of his husband and young nephew playing merrily in their garden.
The end.