A/N: All right, here's the last one! The very end… I'm so sad this is over and I know you're all going to appreciate what occurs here. Thank you Halley for her awesome beta job and to each and every one of the reviewers and new readers too. Thank you! Thank you!!!

Epilogue II

"Mommy! When's Grandma and Grandpa going be here?" asked a dark-haired pig-tailed five-year-old.

"Soon baby," Stephanie told her daughter, gently patting her head. Any other time she would have picked her up, but with her belly eight months swollen it was nearly impossible. "Why don't you go and find Daddy and Erik? I'm sure he's playing his violin for your brother."

"Oh, okay."

Stephanie watched Christina leave, smiled, and went back to finish making dinner. She could hear her husband's laughter over the two children's squeals. She waddled to the family room just in time to see Etienne in the midst of a tickle war.

Shaking her head, Stephanie returned to the kitchen to wait for the timer for the biscuits to be done. Gazing at her wedding ring, she grinned to herself.

Six years of wedded bliss has passed along with two gorgeous babies and another on the way. She couldn't have asked for more as she rubbed her stomach.

After she and Etienne married, it was unanimous they would live in the future. Etienne couldn't ask Stephanie to leave behind her work or friends, and honestly he liked it better than his own previous life. His music was published all over the world and he took up part ownership of the Detroit Opera House. Money was never an issue for the Destler household.

They lived in simplicity and were luckily not isolated from Etienne's family. His decision to live there had triggered an opening in time allowing Erik and his family to visit whenever they wanted.

Stephanie chuckled over the memory of the awestruck faces of Christine, Maddy, and the others. There had been so many questions that Stephanie was thankful that her husband could help answer them for her. To help them "fit in", Stephanie and Etienne bought them modern-stylish clothes that they could wear to avoid suspicion.

And Stephanie's family?

The Larsons' didn't know their son-in-law originated from the last century. The matter would be too complicated for them to understand and Stephanie didn't want to deal with that. Her father was thrilled that his daughter found someone she could love after Dan, but her mother was slightly disappointed. She eventually grew to like Etienne and that was all that mattered.

Even though the past could come to the future, it didn't mean that the future didn't go to the past. Every Sunday dinner was spent with Erik and Christine. It gave Etienne the opportunity to speak to Jeanette and apologize for his actions. The young woman was hurt and resulted with her father backing out his support with the Populaire. Etienne helped with all he could to make up for the loss in his parents' theatre until a new patron was found.

The last they heard from Jeanette that she had fallen in love with an Austrian artist and were to be engaged.

Stephanie managed to keep a friendship with Dan Shaw, to her pleasure, and set up Veronica with him. The result: they married. The news was a shocker, especially when Veronica wasn't a fan of marriage. But the couple was happy and was to have a baby boy in the coming spring.

The little bell sounded. Stephanie took out the warm, buttery biscuits and set them on the stove to cool. Turning off the oven, she felt a pair of arms snaked around her waist and a brush of hot air in her ear.

"Hmm… smells good," Etienne whispered, kissing his wife on the cheek.

"It sure does. But no eating until your parents come," Stephanie said.

"I wasn't talking about dinner," he growled, bringing her around for a kiss on the lips.

Stephanie smacked his chest and clicked her tongue. "You're a beast! Keep that up and after this one there might be another Destler!"

"I don't mind. In fact, I hope for encouragement," he winked. "You're beautiful. Have I told you that today?"

"No not yet," she laughed.

"You are and I love you." Etienne bent down for another kiss only to be interrupted by two giggling toddlers.

"Eww!! Daddy's kissing Mommy!" Erik cried in disgust.

Etienne laughed and kneeled at his son's level. "Ah, you say that now, but you're going to meet a girl you want to keep kissing all the time."

The three-year-old wrinkled his nose and made a face. "Girls have cooties!"

"Maybe they do and that's why I can't stop kissing your mother." Etienne teased as he glanced behind to his wife.

The little boy blanched and everyone laughed.

"I second that," came a familiar deep voice.

"Grandpa! Grandma!" the children screamed as they made a mad dash over to greet their grandparents with hugs and kisses.

Etienne stood and waited to embrace his parents once they finished their grandparent ritual. Stephanie warmly welcomed her in-laws as she hugged them after her husband.

"And how is the little one?" Christine cooed to Stephanie's belly.

"He's doing fine," Stephanie answered.

Both men looked at each other and shrugged. "I don't understand why women do that," Erik told his son.

"Oh like you haven't talked or sang to the children when I was pregnant," Christine said. "I think he talked more to them than I did and I was carrying them!"

"The same with Etienne but he won't admit it," Stephanie grinned.

Etienne cleared his throat. "Um, is there anything I can get you? Drinks?"

They answered no and in a half hour they were sitting around the table for dinner. Christine and Erik told them of the latest opera that was being rehearsed and that Maddy was expecting her fourth this summer.

As they ate and talked, Stephanie sat back and reflected on the many changes that had occurred. She never would have pictured this was how her life would turn out and she had Erik's destined lessons on love to thank for.

In the end we all found our angels.

Exchanging a knowing look with Etienne, Stephanie felt a kick in her womb and smiled.

The End