A/N: Well, everybody, it's been fun. This is the very end of my very first fanfic. I want to thank all my new friends: Chien (my very first stranger- reviewer, you're beautiful, girl, n keep writing!), Chibi Hime (mess of thanks for all the fantastic muse-name ideas, not to mention all the support.), Lady Sorrow (uh, what's a cooking?), lanthene (that HAD to be the funniest way of saying bitch I've ever heard!). And hopefully new friends JeNnYkInZ and Bil. I'm eager to start my new fic, an original, though it's got a bit of a Dark Angel flavor. I'm pretty sure it'll be called Weapons of the Mind. I know, it's a little corny, but I like it. And I'm dying to get into the present, and outta the Middle Ages. I'd also like to give props to the author who inspired me to face my fears of my computer and communicate with all you beautiful little tattooed, gum chewing freaks, Gatekeeper. If you haven't read Not Quite A Fairytale, do it. It's smart and funny and you won't wanna stop reading it. So, on with the happy ending, I'll see you all in Originals, hopefully. Here we go.

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I sat in the garden, allowing the euphoria of the place fill my mind. I put my hand on my bulging stomach. Even she calmed down here, a plus. Just that morning, I had the experience of a lifetime, my first bout with morning sickness. That new girl, Danae, she sure knew how to scrub a commode. I'd half to ask her what her secret was. I'd felt better the moment I'd walked into the sun-lit garden, breathing in the fragrance, and taking a shaky seat on this bench. My ankles were the size of tree trunks because of her. Thanks, sweetie! We'll just wait until she wants to stay up late, THEN she'll pay! I suppose it's not until you experience it yourself that you fully understand the extremes of love and hate your parents feel for you.

Jason and I, after everything calmed down a little, had finally finished lessons. By calmed down I mean we kicked Belle out of the castle, the villagers who survived their fateful march on the castle spread the word that the beast lord was just a regular, everyday lord, Jason and I got hitched, and I got pregnant. I think those are all the highlights. Now things were calm, at la-

"Sasha!" I jumped as Jason's face appeared in my peripheral vision.

"Gah!" I cried, and smacked his shoulder.

"Ow!" he whined, rubbing his injury and plopping down next to me on the stone bench.

"That's what you get for scaring a pregnant lady!" I said indignantly.

"Lady? Where?" he mock-scanned the courtyard for this alleged mystery woman. I smacked him again, this time upside the head, "Ow!"

"Have you ever heard the saying that a sign of sure madness is to repeat a similar action and expect a different response?"

"I DID get a different response, you smacked me in the head." I smacked him in the arm again, "Ow! Have YOU ever heard of the term spousal abuse?"

"No."

"Figures." We sat with false animosity, which naturally faded away quickly, considering our surroundings.

"So, did you want something, Jason?" I said, facing him.

"Oh yeah, how 'bout Davita?"

"Nope."

"Really?" he looked crushed, which I knew he wasn't.

"Not a chance, sounds too much like David." He shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I patted his shoulder comfortingly. This whole name thing was beginning to bite us in the ass as I got bigger and bigger. We hadn't found a name yet. We sat in silence, commiserating as time ticked by.

He suddenly looked at me, face curious, "Sasha, what was your mother's name?" I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of that!

"Margaret," I answered, eagerly awaiting the revelation of our daughter's name.

"Our daughter's name is April Margaret," he paused, "Or Margaret April, if you'd like. Though, I think April Margaret has a ring, don't you?"

I smiled, relishing my husband's cleverness. I'd certainly bagged myself a prize catch. Inside, I congratulated myself, though I wasn't entirely sure what for, exactly. Oh well, that wasn't the point, now, was it? "I love April Margaret." Identical smiles broke on each other's faces, and I took his chin in my palm for a kiss, despite our smiles getting in the way.

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A/N: I hope to see you all in Originals, bye!