A/N: Here is the epilogue for my first story "Moonlit Memories". It has been a pleasure writing it, and I hope that you have enjoyed it!

4 Years Later

Snape sat at his desk, trying to read the first year essays in front of him. Hearing the door open, he looked up to see his very pregnant wife come down the center aisle. He smiled softly, watching as she struggled to even walk to the front of the room. She glared at him when she saw his amused look.

"And just what do you think is so funny?"

"I was just thinking how beautiful you look."

She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Oh, please. I look and feel as large as a hippogriff. Have you seen Esme? It's time for her bath. You know how much she loves that."

He leaned back and furtively glanced at the three-year-old hiding under his desk. Her wide green eyes were sparkling with excitement, her curly black hair falling in her face. She held a chubby hand over her lips, keeping her laughter in and silently begging her father not to give her hiding place away. He smirked trying to hold in his own laughter. Looking back up at his wife, he shook his head.

"No, my dear. I haven't seen our daughter anywhere. Perhaps, she is out with Hagrid."

Serena crossed her arms over her chest and gave Severus an affectionate look. Esme was such a daddy's girl. She would never have been with Hagrid when Severus was free.

"I already checked with Hagrid. He said that she told him that she was going to hide in your lab. So she must be here somewhere." Her eyes looked around the room. Walking around, she said in a loud voice, "I wonder where little Esme could be."

She looked in a cauldron and sighed. "No, she's not there." She bent over and looked under a table. "Not there either." She slowly straightened up and groaned. Severus stood up quickly and came over.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, one hand over her belly and the other hand rubbing the small of her back.

She smiled at him. You would think this was their first child, the way he was acting. "I'll be fine. Poppy said it could be any day now and that I should take it easy."

He looked at her frowning. "Then why are you up and around?"

"Because, darling, someone has to give Esme a bath, and you need to finish grading." She kissed him on the lips.

"Mesmordia Serenity Snape, it is time for your bath. Come out now, young lady."

They watched as the young girl peeked out from behind Snape's desk, an apprehensive look on her face. Her mother never used her full name, unless she was angry. Seeing smiles on both her parents' faces, she ran and threw herself in her father's arms. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly.

"I want Daddy to tell me a bedtime story. The one about Hawry and the evil man," she said, pulling back to look at her mother. Snape smirked at his daughter's butchering of Harry's name. Would she never tire of hearing about Potter and the defeat of Voldemort?

"Well, I think that can be arranged, but only if you take your bath first." She smiled at her daughter.

"Okay," she kissed her father on his cheek and wiggled to be let down. As soon as her feet touched the floor, she ran out of the lab towards their chambers.

"Wait, Esme! Mommy can't run that fast," she said laughing. Turning toward Severus, she kissed him on the lips.

"She should be ready for a bedtime story in half an hour. That should give you some quality grading time."

"I'll be there," he replied watching her amble out of the room. Smiling softly, he sat down pulling the essays towards him and counting the minutes until he would be with his family.