Authors Notes: A sweet fluffy ending.

It was true what they say. No one knows true tiredness than a parent does. Aya in many ways was a dream baby, but not so much when she wanted to play at 3am. At just six weeks, she had the "Aren't I adorable" look perfected and her tired but adoring parents wrapped around her tiny fingers. Uncle Scottie was a saviour when he came to visit as he adored his niece and there was barely a moment she wasn't in his arms when he was around.

But, life was happy for the Carlyle family. Only now, they had to decide what there future plans were and where they would live. They had agreed life on the Tempest was something they didn't want for Aya. Sara had had received some offers of new roles that meant she would have to give up the role of Pathfinder. Aya's childhood was a deciding in factor in her decision, but she needed to take Harry's career into account too.

"I've decided to give my role as Pathfinder to Scott." She said casually, enjoying the cooked breakfast in bed that Harry made for her.

He turned to her, eyes showing his surprise, trying not to wake the sleeping baby who was resting on his legs. "Really? Are you sure?"

"Very." She grabbed the last slice of toast, taking a quick bite. "I've been given the option of two roles. One on Aya and the other on Meridian."

"Which one are leaning towards? He cheekily grabbed the piece of toast from her mouth, winking as he took a bite.

"Hey!" She narrowed her eyes at him, then quickly snatched it back. "That depends on you."

"Why me?"

"Well, you have your career. Where can we have our careers in the same place?"

"Well…I don't know if anyone told you this, but I happen to be a doctor." He said huskily, smirking slightly.

She nudged him slightly, dodging his attempt to kiss her. "I'm well aware of that, Doctor snark. Point being?"

"My skills can go anywhere. So, what one are you thinking about."

"Staying on Aya. I want Aya to have real childhood, with friends and adventures. Here, she'll have that."

"So Aya it is. At least here, I have the chance to advance my skill set. We can have a home and routines."

"Ugh." She groaned as she leaned into him, caressing Aya's head. "We are gonna have a white picket fence, Aren't we?"

"Afraid so. We already have the baby and pets. Room for more babies."

Sara laughed loudly, nearly waking Aya up. "That sentence was laced with sexual innuendo."

"Maybe." He laughed. "But really, do you want more?"

"Mmmm. Maybe in a couple of years."

"Then, there's marriage." Harry turned to her, eyes serious but curious as to her answer.

"Is that a proposal?"

"Would you say yes, if it was?"

She couldn't help the smile that she gave him. He had planned this proposal, it wasn't a spur of the moment thing, it was a thought out and planned proposal. Last night, he cooked her favourite dinner, ran her a bath so she could have a long soak, spoiled her with massages. Then he woke her up as Aya's sun had started to rise with her favourite breakfast. He always spoiled her and whenever she asked him why, he just said it was because she spoiled him, but this was different. She was well rested, relaxed, watching the beautiful colours of Aya's sky as the sun showed more of itself. It was perfect. "I would…..only if it was, of course."

"Of course." He moved Aya on to the bed between them and fumbled around in his bedside cabinet, pulling out a small velvet bag. He placed it into her shaky hands, urging her to open it.

She opened the bag and tipped it to let the contents fall into her hand. She gasped, clamping a hand over her mouth as she stared at the ring. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she sobbed quietly. "I…..Where?" Was all she managed to say. She gave herself a moment to compose herself, taking a few deep breaths. "Mum's engagement ring?"

He took the ring and slipped it on to her finger, giving her hand a kiss, breathing in her sweet scent. He realised that he never actually asked her properly, but her reaction said more than words ever could. He loved her and Aya more than anything and all he wanted was to make it official between them, to say he was Sara's husband. The luckiest man in Andromeda. "When I told Scott my plans, he gave it to me. He said your mother would want you to have it."

"Oh Harry." She kissed him tenderly, letting it linger as she stroked his beard. " I love you."

"I love you, you beautiful precious woman." They fell into some sweet, romantic kisses, allowing themselves to enjoy a quiet moment between them. "Cup of tea?"

She chuckled, giving him one last kiss. "You spoil me."

"Email Scott. Tell him he was right." He picked up the breakfast tray and headed out of the room.

"About what?"

"He'll know." He called back as he walked down the stairs.

Hey Scottie,

So Harry proposed, but you already know that. I'm impressed you managed to keep it quiet.

Anyway, thanks. I love you Scottie.

Love Sara, blissfully happy.

P.S. Harry says you were right.

Scott replied quickly, giving her his own happy news.

Hey Sissy,

Tell the old man, "I told you so."

I have news of my own. Cora is pregnant, roughly 8 weeks according to Lexi. You can tell Harry, but we are keeping this quiet for now. Now I know what you meant when you said, you loved Aya almost immediately. It's still tiny, but I'd die for that baby and Cora.

Shit, Sis. We've matured!

Anyways, I love you, too.

Love Scott, also blissfully happy.

P.S. See you in three days.

Sara wiped away her tears, so happy for her beloved brother and Cora. They'd be amazing parents. She looked down at Aya who had woken, looking up curiously at her mother. "Hey, my baby girl." She cooed, lifting Aya on to her lap. "Good morning, Aya. You're going to be a cousin." Sara gasped in with joy as Aya smiled at her, her first proper smile. "Harry!" Come here!" She called out.

Harry returned to the bedroom, carrying to mug of tea. "What?"

"Aya smiled at me." She told him excitedly.

Harry put the tea down and climbed on to the bed, Aya turning to look at him. "Aya smile for daddy." She gave him a happy grin, eyes shining, cooing at her parents.

"Cora's pregnant." Sara told him, as she tried to make Aya smile more.

"They'll be great parents." He pulled Sara into his arms, cocooning his girls into his embrace. "We should definitely have more children."

"We will. Better find a big house first." They would find a house, perfect for them, then they'd fill it with the sound of love and laughter.