This is it, this is the final chapter in Back to the Hills! I can't believe this is the final chapter of this story. I have loved writing it so much and creating a new character/storylines that I hope you all enjoyed reading! Thank you so much for all of your support throughout this story. For all the reviews, follows, favorites, and everyone who took the time to read the story, thank you times million! It meant the world to me. I hope that you have enjoyed reading this story! So thank you so much again! Here is the Epilogue!

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Epilogue

"Woah!" Stiles lifted his hands up in the air and then quickly shook his head.

"What?" Charlotte scrunched her eyebrows together and looked at him like he was crazy. He was rushing back towards her and she was almost amused by the frantic look on his face.

"Drop that box right now, Charlotte Stilinski!" Stiles pointed at the box she was holding and then quickly snatched it out of her hands before she could protest with him, which he knew she would. "You should not be carrying that much weight."

"This is the box with pillows. It literally weighs nothing," Charlotte said. He read the label on the top of the box and saw that she was completely right. He shrugged his shoulders and then walked up the front steps to their new house. He wasn't going to take any chances.

Charlotte watched as he walked up the front porch and smiled to herself. It wasn't exactly a new house but it was a new home for the two of them. It was the house she had been raised in up until she was three years old. The house had been put back on the market right after she and Stiles had gotten married two years ago. The two debated back and forth on if they wanted to really live in the house that held so many memories for at least six months. Stiles had eventually convinced her that it might be nice to start their future and their family in this house. He felt like it held so much history and it would be nice to raise their kids in the house she had never gotten the chance to grow up in. He felt like her parents would want that for her.

So after they finally purchased the house and sold theirs, they were set to start the work. They wanted to have the house completely cleaned out and had some work that needed to be done in the house. They had slowly started to decorate the house and move their stuff in. Today was the final day of moving stuff in though. Today was the day that they were officially moving in for good and starting their lives together in this house. Charlotte was so excited and she knew that Stiles was just as excited as she was.

"It all looks good to go," Stiles said as he walked back outside.

"Yeah?" Charlotte asked, looking up and smiling at him.

"Even the nursery," Stiles said and almost instantly his hands were resting on her ever growing bump. She blushed slightly and bit her lip as his thumb started to trace circles around her baby bump. She swore that whenever she was standing near him, his hands were like magnets to her stomach.

"Only two more months," Charlotte smiled. She rested a hand on her bump and their eyes locked.

"I can't wait to meet her," Stiles said. "I am going to love her so much."

"I know you are," Charlotte nodded. She had no doubts in her mind about how much her husband was going to love their daughter. She knew that he would spoil her rotten and she would have him wrapped around her tiny finger from the minute he rested his eyes on her.

"I hope she looks like you," Stiles said.

"So you keep saying," Charlotte chuckled. "I wouldn't mind her looking like you."

"No way," Stiles shook his head. "If she knows what's good for her, she will come out looking just like you."

"Stiles," Charlotte shook her head in amusement. She saw him kneel down right in front of her baby bump and his face was inches away from their growing baby.

"Hi baby girl," Stiles whispered. He cradled her bump in his hands and continued to run his thumbs up and down the sides. "I love you so much and I haven't even met you yet. I know that you are going to do great things in life and I can't wait to meet you," he paused for a second and looked up to lock eyes with Charlotte. "We can't wait to meet you."

"I love you," Charlotte whispered as a tear slid down her cheek. It never stopped making her emotional when she saw him talk to their baby. It was so pure and vulnerable.

"Don't cry," Stiles pleaded. He stood up from his crouched position and brushed a tear off of her face. "I am failing husband one oh one by letting you cry like this."

"Hormones?" Charlotte asked, shrugging her shoulders and chuckling softly.

"How about I love you so much and I always will?" Stiles asked. This caused another fresh set of tears to well up in her eyes and he quickly shook his head.

"Now you're intentionally trying to make me cry!" Charlotte exclaimed.

"How about I just kiss you?" Stiles suggested.

"I like the sound of that," Charlotte nodded. She smiled as he leaned forward and crashed his lips against hers. Even after all this time, it still filled her chest with an undeniable love and a feeling that she never wanted to lose.

. . .

"This house looks so different," Malia said as she sat down on one of the couches in the living room.

"We completely redid it after everything that happened," Charlotte said. She rested a hand on her bump and made a silent vow that her child would never feel the pain that she did all those years ago. They would never have to go through bad things like she has all her life.

"The nursery is adorable!" Kira exclaimed with a bright smile on her face.

"Yeah," Lydia agreed. "I love the lavender color you went with."

"Thanks guys," Charlotte smiled softly.

"So? What about you two?" Malia asked, nudging her head at Scott and Kira. "You've been married longer than the Stilinski's over there and they are having the baby first."

"We got married like six months before them," Scott rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulders.

"Well we wouldn't mind a baby McCall to go along with a baby Stilinski," Lydia said. "They could grow up best friends like you two."

"Maybe one day soon," Kira shrugged and smiled at her friends.

"Plus, we have another wedding to focus on!" Charlotte exclaimed and smiled at her strawberry blonde best friend. In just five months, Lydia and Parrish would be walking down the aisle and joining their best friends in marriage world.

"And we all know that wedding is going to be extravagant," Stiles teased. He knew that his friend always went above and beyond. Her wedding was going to be an event to remember.

"You know me," Lydia flipped her hair off her shoulder. "I like to impress."

"We don't doubt that," Scott smirked.

"What about you?" Kira looked over at her best friend.

"I'm not engaged," Malia shook her head. "You all make me nauseous with your married bliss."

"Oh please," Stiles playfully rolled his eyes at her. "We all know you want to get married one day too."

"Maybe so," Malia shrugged her shoulders but the smile on her face told them everything they needed to know.

"So, have you two finally decided on a name yet for her?" Lydia asked. "I know you've been going back and forth on a few."

"We have," Stiles nodded. He looked across the room at his wife and smiled at her. She bit her lip and continued to run her hand up and down the side of her bump.

"Well? Are you going to tell us?" Scott asked.

"You're not going to make us wait until she's born, are you?" Malia groaned.

"I don't know, should we?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow at her husband.

"I think we should," Stiles nodded.

"You're both evil!" Lydia shrieked.

"We want to know," Kira insisted.

"What do you think, babe?" Stiles asked his wife.

"I mean," Charlotte shrugged.

"Tell us!" Malia pleaded.

"Okay," Charlotte agreed. As soon as the name left her lips, she felt a kick against her side and her heart filled with love. She saw Stiles face fill with love and he kept his eyes locked on her.

"It's absolutely perfect," Lydia whispered as she rested her hand on her chest.

"I couldn't think of a better name for her," Scott agreed.

. . .

"What are you doing awake?" Stiles asked, walking into the nursery. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and walked over to where she was leaning against the crib.

"I couldn't sleep," Charlotte sighed. He leaned against the crib and looked over at his exhausted but beautiful pregnant wife.

"I feel like you never sleep anymore," Stiles said.

"Nerves," Charlotte admitted.

"About the baby?" Stiles raised an eyebrow at her.

"I guess I'm just afraid that I'm not going to be a good mother," Charlotte explained. "I just worry that I'm going to let her down or I'm going to let her get hurt like I did. I'm worried that because of my lack of a mother figure that I'm not going to know how to be a mother."

"I don't believe that for a second," Stiles insisted.

"Stiles-," Charlotte shook her head but he didn't let her finish.

"You have the biggest heart that I've ever seen. You are loving, nurturing, compassionate and those are just a few of your amazing qualities. You have been taking care of me since the moment I met you. There is no way that you are going to be bad at motherhood. You are going to be the best mother in the world," Stiles promised. Charlotte reached up and brushed away one of the tears that slid down her cheek. "Plus, you have me. We will learn how to be parents together. We are going to take this one day at a time."

"One day at a time," Charlotte whispered. Stiles took a step closer to her and cupped her cheeks in his hands.

"You can do this," Stiles insisted.

"We can do this," Charlotte corrected him.

"I love you Charlotte Stilinski," Stiles whispered.

"I love you too Stiles Stilinski," Charlotte said. He closed the gap between them and crashed their lips together. When he pulled back, he pulled her into his side.

"When did you put that up?" Stiles asked, gesturing towards colorful letters on the wall. It read their daughter's name and it was right above her crib.

"This afternoon after everyone left," Charlotte said. "I couldn't wait to put it up."

"It really is a good name," Stiles said. She rested her head on his shoulder and looked up at their daughter's name.

"It's a perfect name," Charlotte whispered.

"Haley," Stiles whispered. "Haley Claudia Stilinski."

"I couldn't think of two more powerful names," Charlotte said. She felt Stiles rest his hand on her bump and she rested hers on top of it.

"I love you both," Stiles whispered into her ear.

"And we love you," Charlotte looked up and smiled at him. She closed her eyes when she felt him kiss her forehead and then she nuzzled her head into his shoulder again. This was where they both belonged. They belonged together as they awaited the birth of their daughter. Through the good and the bad, it only brought them closer and they were ready to face this next chapter of life together. They were ready to tackle parenthood as a team.