*One long ass, dramatic sigh*

This is the end.

Thank you so much, again, for bearing with me.

I had a lot of fun writing this sequel, and I hope you had fun too.

I just wanted to let you all know that I am truly humbled by your kind words and support. You guys are amazing and I am so glad to be a part of this fandom. Thank you for making me want to stay. I don't always answer individually to your comments (sorry about that), but I cherish each and every word. I owe you this, and I am glad that I can contribute to the fun. SwanQueen deserved so much better (hoisting a rainbow flag for Clexa as well).

EPILOGUE

"Kid?" Emma frowned when she saw Henry in the middle of the kitchen, very early in the morning.

He was holding his head precariously on both hands, elbows propped on the central island, staring at the old storybook through heavy lids.

"Why are you up?" she looked at the clock display on the microwave. "It's seven. On a Saturday."

He pointed at the leather cover. "Shining."

"What?"

"Between the pages," he yawned.

Emma scoffed, deciding to get started with breakfast while he went through the process of properly waking up.

She cut up a variety of fruits quickly, having practiced a lot when Regina was still in bed. She set the water to boil and brought out the tea box, and made some toast with avocados. She prepared a bowl of cereal for Henry and approached him with it, when the pages of the book started to glow.

"That," he grumbled, waking up with a gasp, shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth. "It did that."

"What the-?" Emma muttered with a frown, opening it carefully.

Henry blinked when she turned to the latest page. He rubbed the sleep of his eyes and looked at the new picture.

"Holy shit!" he hissed, dropping the spoon on the floor. "Is that-?"

"Fuck," Emma mumbled horrified.

They remained silent for the longest time.

Henry grabbed another spoon and munched on his cereal, half asleep, half confused as his eyes stayed glued to the page. The kettle started to whistle, and he had to nudge Emma before they accidentally set off the fire alarm. Again.

Regina had not been very pleased then, and he knew his mother was trying her best not to upset the very pregnant other.

"Ma."

"What?"

"The water."

"I heard it."

"Ma."

"What?"

"You are going to burn the kitchen."

"Am not," she grumbled, moving to the stove to turn off the burner.

She came back to the central island, inelegantly shoving a piece of fruit into her mouth. They were shoulder to shoulder, eyeing the book as if it were a bomb, and she took a second to appreciate how his shoulders were leveled with hers.

She ate another piece of fruit, and he took another spoon of cereal.

"Whale didn't tell mom that," Henry grumbled.

"I'm gonna kick his ass."

"How did you even do that?" he muttered awestruck. "Crap, don't tell me. I am traumatized enough, but dude…"

"Well, that's it," Emma took a deep breath, straightening her back, feeling her heart on her throat. "Whale is going to break it to her. I am not doing that."

"Why not?"

"She is going to be SO mad at me…"

"Not sure how this is your fault, but again, I don't want to know," Henry shrugged. "Maybe get her flowers. It always works when she's mad at you."

Emma looked at him as if seeing him in a total new light.

"Do you know your mother's ring size?" she asked suddenly.

Henry frowned. "Why would I know that?"

"Grab your coat. We're going to buy her the most expensive engagement ring there is," she said hastily picking up a jacket and putting it over her pajamas. "And we can get flowers, too."

"I didn't finish my cereal!"

"Your cereal is not going anywhere!"

"Neither is the- Why do you need to buy her a ring? Aren't you, like, married already?"

"Kid," she pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "Work with me!"

"I am trying to!"

Emma sighed. "I proposed, but I didn't give her a ring yet."

He scoffed. "Who proposes without a ring?"

"Why can't you be excited about our operations anymore? You're such an… adult."

Henry rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "Fine. Sorry."

"Okay, this is my only chance. There's no way she'll murder me if I get her a huge diamond."

"That sounds a lot like bribery to me. No wonder I blackmail you all the time. You are a bad example," he said, following her to the coat rack next to the back door in the kitchen.

"Kid!"

"Why can't you just tell her-"

"Your mother is going to KILL me if I –"

"If you what?"

They turned around slowly, cringing. Regina was across from them on the central island, robe clad, messy haired.

"And where are you two going wearing-" she eyed Henry's Avengers' pajamas and Emma's Kermit slippers "-those?"

Before either could react or do anything to prevent the impending doom, her eyes diverted to the book in front of her, straight to the picture of herself sitting in bed, her back against the headboard.

Staring at three tiny babies that she was holding facing her.

"To the store buy another crib?" Henry said tentatively.

Regina looked up at them, mouth slightly agape.

"What is this?" she blurted out. It was impressive how a confused mumble could sound so threatening.

"Huey, Dewey and Louie, but I am open to suggestions if you don't like it," Emma offered with a terrified grin.

"Ma," Henry groaned, face palming.

Regina walked around the counter and Emma instinctively covered her crotch with one hand, the other held out in a defensive gesture. "Sweetie, calm down. I know it's a lot, but we'll handle it- hey!" she protested when the first whack hit her arm.

"YOU-"

"Sweetie-"

"-ABSOLUTE-"

"Ouch!"

"-IDIOT-!"

"Hey, you are smiling in the book!"

"EMMA SWAN!"

"Gina-"

"THREE BABIES!"

"I know-"

"I AM GOING TO BE GIGANTIC-"

"Calm down-"

"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!"

"Hey, c'mon," Emma snarled, ducking from the last begrudging attempt of a slap, holding Regina in her arms, one hand pressed against the back of her head. "It's fine. It's fine. I got you."

"We are not prepared for three babies!"

"Then we will be. Okay? We're in this together," she said quietly.

"Easy for you to say it! They're not coming out of your vagina!"

Emma cringed, not sure when exactly Henry had disappeared from the kitchen, but she heard his Ugh maaan loud and clear.

"Sweetie, I know," Emma turned her attention back to the squirming brunette. "I know. I'm sorry."

Regina let out a long-suffering, dramatic sigh. "I am not prepared for three babies. Whale said twins-"

"It's only one extra, tiny baby," Emma cooed. "I know how uncomfortable you are, but have I mentioned how gorgeous you look, and how… glowy your skin is these days?"

Regina narrowed her eyes. "Glowy? Seriously?"

"Fine," Emma took a deep breath. "But you are glowing. And you are doing so great, you know? I am impressed."

There was a pause, then an inquisitive mumble.

"Regina, you look even more beautiful now," the blonde chuckled. It was the truth, and she needed that grumpy woman in her arms to know that. "Every time I look at you my heart stops for a second, and I can't believe just how fucking lucky I am. So yeah, three kids will be a handful, but I can't stop being proud of you. I mean, I am sorry I am the cause of all this… the back aches, and the nausea, and the general mild discomfort… But most nights I watch you sleep, and I think with myself… You rule an entire town with a lot of babies in there, and man, I bet I would be a whining mess in your shoes."

There was a moment of silence, and Emma thought it was the cue for a bit more of flattering.

"Imagine a parade of unfairly good-looking babies in Storybrooke. Everyone will be so drawn to them they will have to line up to babysit."

There was a small, barely-there chuckle against her chest. "Continue," Regina muttered.

Emma smiled. "And they will be smart. So smart. And my parents are going to spoil them like the crazy grandparents they are. I will probably be a sucker for them, too. Not you. You'll be their mom. Their comfort, and warmth. I will be the stupid parent who tags along and makes them laugh behind your back."

"That sounds a lot like you," Regina said quietly, a smile lacing her voice too.

"Oh, and can you imagine when they are older, and there's a gazillion kids coming for birthday parties? When they are teenagers, I am sure their friends will want to come over just to ogle you. 'Cause you know, you are the hot mom," Emma grinned when she felt Regina pressing harder into her embrace. "They will love Henry, and they will brag a lot about him when they are in school. You know, our brother is in college. Where's yours?"

"You really believe in all that?"

"Believe?" Emma kissed the top of her head. "I've been dreaming about this since dick number one. Okay, there was only one baby in my head then, but you know what? Three is a lot better than just one."

"Charmer."

"I am part Charming."

"I should have seen it coming, with your father having a twin brother. Genetic predisposition."

"Oh, I didn't remember that."

"If one of them is a boy, David will get his chance to teach at least someone with a penis to lower the toilet seat after using it."

"Hey, he taught me that! He actually gave me tips about penises, when the first one appeared," Emma laughed. "My mom couldn't stop laughing, and I was too mortified to-"

Regina pulled back from her chest to look at her. "They knew?"

"Of course they knew, have you met my parents? Ever heard them knock before entering a room?"

"Oh my God-"

"Relax, they never knew it was you."

"Good."

"Not that I had to say it. Everybody knew you wanted my body back then - OUCH! OUCH!"

"Get used to it," Regina grumbled, leaning back against Emma. "You'll be blamed for everything, especially each extra pound that I put on, and I will hurt you whenever I remember that."

"I can live with that," Emma chuckled.

"You better."

That sounded like they were going to be a happy, large family, after all. Maybe a little sleep-deprived for the first few months, but babies wouldn't stay babies forever.

"Now, I apologize for this-

"Don't you dare-"

"But I am about to get a lot cockier-"

Regina rolled her eyes. "Emma-"

"THREE BABIES!" she lifted one fist in victory. "I made three babies! I am a powerful sex machine- OUCH!"

"Shut up, you idiot."

Emma laughed, heart warm. That was home.

And that was the best birthday granted wish ever.

"So…" she looked around the kitchen. "Breakfast?"

"Sure. I am eating for four now."

Emma hummed contentedly, serving the fruits in a small bowl for Regina.

"I am eating for… four people," the brunette repeated, the notion slowly sinking in.

"Yeah," Emma laughed through a mouthful of toast, speaking without thinking. "Do you want to eat straight from the large bowl, babe? I think there's a shit ton of fruit enough to feed- OUCH!"

Regina proceeded to whack the back of her head one more time before accepting the entire bowl with a grunt. "I am going to kill you, Emma Swan, I swear to God-"

THE END.

Until the next crazy adventure!

Definitively considering ABO. We'll see ;)