A/N: I meant to have this up last night, but after a double ear infection, medication, and a daughter who wanted to stay late after her skating practice, I was exhausted. So here is the final installment – epilogue if you will. This has been a fun chance to write about these characters and put them in a frivolous and crazy set of circumstances. Thanks for reading, reviewing, following and favoriting. See you soon with more stories.

Mary Margaret stopped in the center of the loft's kitchen and smiled at the vase of perfectly white snowbells. Leave it to David, she thought, to scour the city search of her favorite flower. The entire loft was quiet except for the occasional appliance hum and the radiator against the wall. Neal was softly cooing in his crib and David was sprawled out on the bed with his favorite sweat pants and mismatched socks on is feet. She heard no scurrying in the loft upstairs, indicating that Emma was not home yet or that she was still fast asleep. Deciding to enjoy the solitude a moment longer before any of her clan objected, Mary Margaret plopped down on the couch and cradled the coffee mug in her hands.

David had been quite the gentleman for Valentine's. After agreeing to cute his father-daughter date short so that Emma could spend the day with Killian, he had changed the mood of the loft dramatically. The two had enjoyed their own movie date, gone to the poetry reading/wine tasting at the library, dined on dinner thanks to Granny, picked up their son, and spent an enjoyable evening dozing in the quietness of a home without any adult children, grandchildren, or stray visitors to disturb them.

Glancing back at the bed where her husband was lying face down between the two pillows, she grinned and realized what trouble he had gone to, making her day a special one. He'd not complained about the changes of events that probably caused him a great deal of stress. A nice leisurely breakfast for their Sunday morning might actually be a nice treat, she thought and happily dug through the cabinets and refrigerator. No eggs. Hard to make breakfast without them.

Scribbling a quick note and placing it on the pillow beside him, she scurried out the door and back toward town with the hope that at least one of the local places would be open on a Sunday morning. Life was just beginning to stir in the cold air, blinds and shades opening to a bright but deceptive sun on a cloudless sky.

She hurried across the street, finding most establishments still closed and wondering if she could somehow convince Ruby to give her a couple of raw eggs. The only other person on the street was equally bundled Belle, who was chasing down a now out of date of flyer that the wind had picked up.

"Not many would go to that much trouble," Mary Margaret said to the woman as she successfully captured the paper under her foot.

"I hate to see a mess," Belle said. "Especially one that is my own making." She tossed the flyer into a nearby recycling bin.

"The poetry event was wonderful," she told her as the two women dodged the lone car moving on the street that morning. "I'm glad to see we're starting to have events like that."

Belle stepped up onto the sidewalk in front of Granny's and headed to the door, seeing the former teacher pause. "Come on," she said. "We all have the best of intentions, but breakfast or brunch at Granny's is inevitable. Best to get in now before the selections are limited." She held her arm out to link with Mary Margaret's.

The two were third in fourth in line at the to-go order location, most people choosing to eat in that morning. Paper hearts and pink and white table cloths still decorated the restaurant along with crepe paper and now sagging balloons. Mary Margaret placed her order first, texting Emma to subtly ask when they could expect her and should she order food. The mother and former teacher leaned against the counter and waited for her order as Belle placed hers.

"Two coffees?" she asked, looking eagerly at the young woman.

Belle smiled and stepped aside to make room for the next customer. "Archie offered to come help me finish putting everything back after yesterday's reading at the library. I thought the least I could do was order him some coffee and a breakfast muffin." She shrugged. "Don't look at me that way."

"I'm not looking at you in any way," Mary Margaret protested. "Just thinking it's nice to have a friend."

"Friends are good," Belle agreed. The waitress slid a bag and two cups toward the librarian and smiled. "I should get this back to the library."

Mary Margaret agreed to bring Neal to the new Mommy and Me reading classes that were starting up at the library and to see if Emma might want to join her for a new women's reading group as well. Belle was clearly spending some of her newly free hours filling the library schedule with plenty of events, classes, and special readings. Henry had suggested game nights and movie marathons that she was thinking to implement next.

Waiting on her own order Mary Margaret couldn't help but look happily at Ruby who was behind the counter and smiling quietly and filling some of the dispensers as she hummed along with the music that was playing that morning. She saw her friend from the Enchanted Forest looking at her and sighed, "What?"

"You just look happy," her friend said. "I'm glad."

Ruby ducked her head down and continued her task. "It feels good to be a winner," she said, shimmying to the music. "And we raised more in the auction than the last five fundraisers put together. I think that qualifies it as a success."

Grabbing her order, Mary Margaret grinned in return. "And your date that you won," she instigated. "Would you consider that a success?"

The waitress winked and shut the drawer behind her with a forceful blow of her hip. "Not as successful as the auction, but we can always improve on that."

The parking spots were starting to fill up downtown as exited the dinner, her bag insecurely held as she juggled the drink holder. Avoiding a little patch of ice on the sidewalk, she heard her daughter calling her name and waving to her from the little yellow car that she still drove. "I thought you were headed back to the loft," she told the blonde. "I picked up breakfast for you."

"I was just dropping off Killian," Emma said, looking into her rearview mirror to ensure that she was not blocking traffic. "I'll be there in a few."

Mary Margaret lifted the drink carrier awkwardly. "I assumed he'd be joining us," she said. "Even have his coffee and a house pancake special." She waited a moment as Emma spoke to him and he exited the car to get into the backseat.

"Well if you're buying breakfast the least we can do is give you a ride back," Emma told her.

Soon they were all gathered around the small kitchen table passing around food and sipping coffee over conversation. David threatened to make chili again the next time it snowed with Emma claiming that it could be used to melt any ice accumulation that they might have on the roads. Mary Margaret told them that the auction had raised so much money that it was now being considered as an annual event at least. That sent David and Killian into plans to come up with a new idea that would not put any of the men in awkward positions, but by the time the meal ended they had not found a one.

Across town Ruby covered her grandmother's shift at the diner as the older woman joined Doc for a meal at the local seafood place. There was not much in terms of personal conversation between the two, but they did manage to critique each of the dishes for both culinary value and health before they enjoyed a rousing demonstration of proper crossbow usage from Little John who had been eating at the seafood bar with the waitress who had won the date with him. The four ended up enjoying their activities so much that Ruby complained no more double dates for Granny and any of the staff, as it left the diner too short handed.

Mr. Smee got to the diner the hour that it opened and did not leave until nearly dinner time that night, ordering only a few of the cheaper items on the menu. However, he did leave a tip larger than his actual bill for the waitress who had been his date the day before. Ruby was brushed aside each time she tried to serve him, as he had specifically requested a seat in that section for more time to talk to his prior date. Tom Clark complained to Emma the next day that Leroy was now spending every free hour at the Rabbit Hole. Emma asked him how was this any different, but she did not worry too much as his actual public drunkenness charges seemed to fall by the wayside.

Belle passed a glass of wine over to Ruby a few nights later and settled herself on the couch in the sitting area of the bed and breakfast. The two were calling the impromptu wine drinking their event debriefing session. Both women were kicking off their shoes and placing newly knitted lap blankets over their legs.

"So next year?" Ruby asked. "I think we don't change a thing."

Belle swirled the red liquid attentively, her hands close to her chest. "I'm not so sure," she said. "We caused a lot of problems. It was sheer luck that it worked out."

Ruby nodded. "True. There were moments when I wondered if the women in this town would actually kill each other or me."

"We could always go with that idea to do a calendar," Belle said. "That way anyone can get a return on their investment."

"Ooooohhhh," Ruby said sitting up straight. "Or a raffle. Everyone buys a ticket or as many as they want to win a date with the models. That way everyone has a fair shot and nobody can dominate the bidding."

"Who tells Emma and Mary Margaret?" Belle asked. "I don't think they'll be too happy about that."

The two women dissolved into a fit of giggles, piping up with their suggestions of costumes, themes, and promotions. By the time they broke up the tête-à-tête, they were well on their way to a new way to ring in 2016 that would take the town by storm.

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