This is the final chapter. Thanks so much for the favorites/follows/reviews. I get so excited every time I see a fav or review! It means so much to see your comments. Hope you guys enjoyed the story as much as I loved writing it! This chapter is an epilogue and takes place a little while later. Its from the Baker's perspective. Also the Baker's kid is still pretty young, probably around toddler age. Just learning to walk and talk properly. I also feel this chapter has a little bit of a different vibe but I thought it was fitting. Thanks so much for reading and hope you enjoy!

A little while later …

The Baker was sitting on the grass playing with his son and watching him run around. He was so glad he had been there to raise him and didn't run away like his father had. Or even like he thought of doing when he was at his worst. He liked to think his wife would have been proud of him. The boy was still very young but the Baker was teaching the child everything he knew and making sure he knew he wasn't alone. His son even reminded him of her. He had the same hair, stubbornness, determination, and caring heart. The Baker wouldn't have it any other way.

Cinderella was in town. She seemed to be there a lot helping out as many townsfolk as she could. She wasn't really a princess anymore but the town sure thought of her as one, which embarrassed Cinderella to no end. If she had been able to be queen she would have been able to do a lot of good. However she seemed fine she was no longer with the prince and wasn't a real princess. Most of all she just seemed to be happy to have found a family that loved her. They all loved their new family.

Red had gotten even better at running the bakery. After some practice she had improved at making bread and had gotten even better at making sweets. She definitely exceeded him on making desserts but he still thought his bread was superior, even though she denied that.

Jack's garden had gotten even bigger and sometimes they were able to give some of the vegetables to families that weren't as fortunate as them. Jack remembered when he hardly had anything to eat and didn't what other to have suffer worse than they already had. Sometimes he would forget to take the vegetables to town because he would get distracted. He was either distracted by Milky White or Red. Those were most of the things the boy seemed to think about.

Those two kids the Baker thought smiling. They were still so young and mostly just acted really awkward around each other. Well awkward and sweet. Jack still would get flustered around her and the Baker still caught him absentmindedly staring at her. The vase of blue daffodils that he got her was still on the windowsill of the bakery and he always picked her new ones when the old ones started to wilt. Red still teased Jack but was always really protective of him. Once, a group of boys in town made fun of Jack for being stupid and being best friends with his cow. He had never seen Red so angry. The Baker was glad she never yelled at him like that.

He looked up at the tallest tree around the house. They were both really close to the top, sitting together and holding hands. They never showed many displays of affection around him, they mostly just goofed around with each other, but every once in awhile he would see them holding hands or stealing a kiss.

He looked even closer at the tree and it looked like they were eating the muffins he had just made. He had made those to sell and told them not to take any. He should have known better, those thieves. Sometimes they frustrated him but he guessed that's what your kids were supposed to do. He looked down at his own son rolling around in the grass and wondered what kind of trouble he would cause him but he was sure glad he would be around to find out.

It still seemed strange to him that these two kids, who were kind of like his children, were a couple. Though, he couldn't think of a better match for the two adventurous thieves than each other.