And now my second multi-chapter fic has come to an end. I've loved writing this story so much. I want to thank all of you for your encouraging comments and putting up with my sporadic posting schedule. I was scared to post stories online because I was sure people were going to be horrible and all that, but you guys changed my belief about that, so thank you.

I want to give a big thank you to my beta bestie best, Courtney (ftheheatintx), who looked over every chapter and gave her honest opinion on anything that needed to be changed. You're a great editor and an even better friend...love ya.

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Epilogue

"Stop worrying Swan." Killian looked over at his wife, a gorgeous vision in red, who kept checking and rechecking her phone for messages. "Des and Molly are fine. I know they're enjoying their time with their grandparents and aunt and uncle…they're building snowmen and making angels and all that nonsense. Besides, it's not the first time we've-"

"I know, I know. I just miss them anytime I'm not around them."

"As do I darling." The limousine they were riding in, that had been crawling along Hollywood Blvd. at a snail's pace, finally came to a stop and it was their turn to get out. Killian smiled as he watched Emma take a deep breath. "You ready love?"

"As I'll ever be." She leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Killian smiled again as the door was opened and the quiet of the inside of the limo was assaulted by the yells and calls of the people in the stands. He stepped out onto the legendary red carpet and gave a few waves before turning and offering Emma his hand. She got out carefully, holding her long gown up so that she wouldn't step on it. When she righted herself, Emma brushed her hands down the skirt and took her clutch in hand, quickly checking her phone once again to make sure she hadn't received any messages from her parents.

"For the last time, stop worrying." Killian placed the phone in her clutch and snapped it shut, handing it back to her. "We'll call when we're inside."

"Fine." Killian pulled her hands up and kissed them both.

"Let's have some fun, eh?" Emma nodded as he offered his elbow, and she wound arm around it and they made their way down the red carpet.

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They weren't stopped for an interview until they reached the press tent that everyone had to walk through. Right before the entered, there was a picture area where they posed together. Then photographers asked for a couple pictures of just Killian and they were done quickly. When it was her turn, it was like every camera flash ever to exist went off. She still wasn't used to the attention she got from the press as Killian's wife.

After they finished with pictures, they were ushered over to where Ryan Seacrest was finishing with Leonardo DiCaprio, who saw Killian and gave him a 'man-hug' in greeting and kissed Emma on the cheek. After Leo walked off Ryan brought them over.

"Well, look who we've got here, Killian Jones and his beautiful wife Emma, welcome guys! How are you enjoying it so far?"

"Loving it Ryan", replied Killian. "It's always fun to get away from those frigid Boston winters and dress up."

"You're looking pretty good in…is that Brioni?" asked Ryan and Killian nodded. He looked over at Emma. "Like I said, pretty good but I'm going to need you to scoot, because you are stunning tonight Emma! Please tell us who you're wearing. You look amazing." Emma blushed, but relaxed when she felt Killian's hand at her lower back.

"It's a custom gown. My sister-in-law made it for me but it's from her label, Tink by RoseDell."

"I'd also like to pass on my congratulations as well, because you are glowing." Ryan inclined his head towards Emma's bump. "Baby number three. Do you want to find out?"

"We chose not to this time", replied Killian.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to the surprise!" said Emma.

"How old are the twins now?"

"They turned five last month", said Killian as he beamed with pride. Ryan asked him about the movie he was nominated for that night, the sequel to the movie he met Emma on, and she just smiled as he described the role and answered questions about it, his hand never leaving her lower back.

"Well Killian, we're all wishing you the best of luck on winning your second Oscar", said Ryan.

"Thank you Ryan." Killian shook hands with him and Ryan hugged Emma and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Back to you Giuliana!" they heard him call as they continued down the red carpet. They stopped a few more times on their walk to say hello to a few friends: Chris Evans, David Tennant and his wife Georgia, Tina Fey, Jennifer Lawrence, and as they were walking into the theater and up the stairs, they bumped into Julie Andrews.

"Oh! Forgive me, I didn't see where I was going", she said.

"No worries, not a prob-" Emma stopped in the middle of her sentence when she saw who had bumped into her. It'd been years since she had been sincerely star-struck, but today was brought her tally back down to zero. Emma didn't know what to do, so she curtsied as best as her belly would allow her. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry! It was probably my fault Miss Andrews."

"No, no, no. It was my fault, not looking where I was going. Don't worry Mrs. Jones." Killian took the opportunity of Emma being currently speechless to give his greetings.

"It is an absolute honor to meet you Miss Andrews. I was just told the wonderful news that you've been cast as Lady Catherine. I'm looking forward to the experience."

"Oh yes. I can't wait to work with you as well." She shook Killian's hand then turned back to Emma. "Congratulations on number 3. You look amazing."

"Uh…um…thanks! Yes, thank you!" Emma was working on finding her words because she couldn't believe that Julie (freakin') Andrews just told her she looked good for being seven months along. Someone came along to remind them that it was time to move into the theater, so they said their goodbyes. When Emma curtsied again, Julie Andrews laughed and pulled her into a hug.

When she'd gone and Emma was sure no one would overhear much, she smacked Killian in the shoulder.

"Ow! What the bloody hell was that for?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you were going to work with Julie Andrews?!" she whisper/shouted. Killian smiled and kissed her temple, taking her hand and pulling her into the theater.

"I didn't find out until this morning darling. Regina texted me to let me know and I was going to surprise you with the news later, since I know how much you adore her." Killian had been cast as the newest Mr. Darcy in what would be a sequel to Pride & Prejudice, which would be based on a set of books by Jane Dawkins called Letters from Pemberley and More Letters From Pemberley.

"I made a complete fool of myself didn't I?" she asked.

"Of course not my love. I was incredibly nervous as well. She is a legend after all."

"You didn't look it."

"Emma, my darling, I'm an actor."

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They finally found their seats after mingling a bit, so Emma decided to FaceTime her parents back in Boston who were sitting down to watch the show with Des and Molly, along with Tink and Adam, who were visiting while Adam had time off from his latest project.

"Hey Princess!" David answered the call. "How's it going?"

"We're in the theater right now, just sat down. Say hi Killian." She turned the phone on her husband.

"Hey Dave. How are the twin terrors? Are they behaving?"

"Of course they are! They want to be able and stay up to see Daddy on TV they said. Hold on, I'll get them for you." David walked through their house and they started hearing the Des and Molly's voices in the background with Mary Margaret. "Hey you two, guess who's on the phone?"

"Papa! Momma!" they both cried. The phone went shaky as David handed it over to one of the kids and Molly's toothy grin came into view.

"Hey baby, how are you?" asked Emma.

"Momma! We miss you, when are you coming home?" she asked. Their son's face appeared next to her.

"Yeah! Come back."

"We'll be back in a couple days", replied Killian. "Now, tell me what you've been doing for fun."

"Uncle Adam and Auntie Tink took us to the Children's Museum yesterday", said Des.

"Did they now? And where, pray-tell, are your aunt and uncle?" Killian asked.

"Auntie Tink said they were going to help Mrs. Potts make popcorn so we could watch you and Momma on the telly", replied Molly.

"The 'telly', huh?" asked Emma. She looked over at Killian, "There can never be any doubts that these two are yours."

"Quite right darling."

Molly was the spitting image of her father; everything about her except her chin was her father: jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, eyelashes that models would be jealous of, and especially slightly elf looking ears just like Killian. Like her father, Molly loved adventures and the sea. On the other hand, Desmond was his mother in looks (golden blonde hair just slightly darker than hers and green eyes with a slight tint of blue) and temperament (Killian would say he was stubborn as a mule.)

(That comment earned him a night on the couch.)

"Papa?" asked Molly.

"Yes Cygnet?"

"Can you say hi to Uncle August and Uncle Graham for me please? Tell them I miss them too!"

"Me too!" added Des.

"Of course my loves. They're not here yet, but I'll make sure they know."

"Thanks Papa. I love you."

"I love you too Cygnet." Molly handed the phone over to Desmond, who they both watched as he tried to prop it up against something on the informal living room coffee table where he and Molly had been coloring.

"Are you going to win tonight Papa?"

"I don't know my boy."

"I think you will. Molly and I and Gran and Gran-Da are wishing for you. Auntie Tink and Uncle Adam too!" As if Des had spoken the magic words, Killian saw Tink and Adam come into the room behind his son's shoulder.

"Des, is that your Papa?"

"Yes Auntie Tink."

"It's almost time to start, why don't you and Molly-Bear go find your seats in the TV room? Mrs. Potts has the popcorn ready for you in the kitchen." Des turned back to the camera and smiled at his father.

"I'm going to get popcorn now. Don't forget to win! Bye, I love you Papa!" Des left the camera and Killian and Emma heard them run off to the kitchen. Tink's face appeared in the camera.

"Hey Tink", said Emma. "How are you?"

"Ready for this to be over. I don't know how you did it with two and now another. I can barely deal with one."

"You're only five months along Tink."

"I know. I've just popped is all and-"

"-the wee one has decided to use Tink's bladder as their own personal dance floor." Adam slid into camera view as he finished his wife's thought.

"Hey Adam." Emma smiled at her brother-in-law.

"Emma. Killian." Adam nodded at them both. "Getting nervous? It's almost time."

"Of course not mate. But you are right, it is about to start. Please don't let Des and Molly talk you into letting them have all the popcorn, okay? I know how they've got you wrapped around their little fingers", said Killian.

"No worries Killian. I've been working on not letting them work me over. Have to be ready for when ours arrives. Can't have three kids running all over me."

"Good luck with that." The lights in the theater flashed and an announcement was made that the show would be starting soon. Killian and Emma said their goodbyes to Adam and Tink, who then handed the phone off to Emma's parents. After repeating Killian's earlier plea to not let the twins eat so much popcorn and that they were to go to bed as soon as the show was over, they hung up.

At the last minute, a jogging August and Graham arrived and swung into the seats next to them, giving Killian handshakes and placing kisses on Emma's cheeks.

"Cutting it pretty close, aren't you Auggie?" Emma asked.

"Traffic was murder, little sister", he replied with a laugh.

"It seems there's some big to do going on", added Graham.

"By the way, the twins say hello and that they miss you", said Emma. Des and Molly were already spoiled by the parents and grandparents, but August spoiled them rotten. In the past few years, August (like Tink) had become a big name in the fashion world. He'd moved on from costume distressing to costume design and that had branched into a fashion line for children.

Having shown at New York Fashion Week a few time in the past five years, August had taken advantage and brought new clothes and shoes and everything he was given for the twins. Since his line was just for children, a lot of his designs were done with Des and Molly in mind.

"I'll call them on a break to say hello. I miss them so much", replied August. "It's been so long since I've seen them. Prepping costumes for some regency era movie starring some big name actor can take up a lot of a man's time." August stared at Killian and the two burst out in laughter.

"Quiet down you two, it's starting!" chastised Graham.

"Sorry Dad", Killian and August said in sync.

A video screen dropped down to remind everyone of how long they had when giving their speeches and that the 'Thank-you' would be scrolling at the bottom of the screen like it had been for the last several years.

"Good", said Emma. "Now you can devote your entire speech to me and the kids."

"If I win", he replied.

"When you win."

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Killian got pulled away early in the show because he would be presenting the award for Best Costume Design. The best part of this award was that August had been nominated for the first time that year. August was happy just being nominated and didn't think he'd be winning.

So when the time came for the award to be announced, he wasn't as nervous as Emma and Graham were. They each took one of his hands in theirs and held tight as Killian walked out on stage. They were close enough that Emma saw the wink he sent in her direction and just knew that a camera had turned to focus on her, so she sent a wink back.

As Killian talked about the importance of costumes and their design and such, Emma turned to her brother.

"You nervous big brother?" she asked him. Graham scoffed quietly on August's other side.

"Of course this git isn't nervous, he doesn't think he's going to win!"

"Oh come on, of course I won't", replied August, "Have you seen who I'm up against?"

"You did costumes for the biggest movie of the year Auggie! You're going to win", Emma assured him.

"We'll see."

"I know you will", said Graham, "And when you do, you remember what you promised we could discuss?"

"Yes." They all looked up at the stage where Killian was announcing the nominees. When it came for August's turn, he smiled and waved to the camera. After the names of the other nominees were read, Killian took the envelope from his tux pocket and made to open it.

"And the Oscar goes to…" Emma quickly turned to her brother and kissed him on the cheek.

"No matter what happens, you're the best Auggie. You gave me a family when I had none and I will always love you, whether you have a golden statue or not. You understand me?"

"I love you to little sister." Emma smiled at him and looked back up to the stage where Killian had opened the envelope and had a huge smile on his face.

"…August Booth!"

"Holy shit", was the only thing August managed to say. The people in the auditorium were cheering and Graham was trying to get him to stand up, when he finally did. August kissed and hugged his husband and then turned to his sister and gave her a big hug.

"And it's younger sister!" Emma called after him and he turned to smile at her before continuing up to the stage to get his award and a hug from Killian. After handing the statuette over to his brother-in-law, Killian moved off to the side to allow August to make his speech. Everyone quieted down as August shuffled up to the mic. He couldn't stop looking at the award.

"Oh wow. Um…I know all the important thank you's are on the bottom of the screen, but I want to start by saying thanks to my team, because without them none of these looks would be possible. The director and the studio for having faith in me. But most importantly, to my husband. Graham, you've put up with me throughout this whole endeavor and there are no words to convey how much I love you. Thank you. To my sister, Emma, I love you more than words can say as well. Like you said, you gave me a family when I had no one and you were my home for so long. To my brother-in-law, thanks for helping me get my foot in the door…and to my niece and nephew: I love you two and I can't wait to see you this week, I love you. Thank you!"

After August blew a kiss to his family in the audience and shook hands with Killian as they left the stage. A commercial break later, Killian and August (with his Oscar in hand) returned to their seats. They took a selfie with August in the middle and Graham and Emma kissing each of his cheeks and Killian laughing off to the side.

As the show began once again, Emma took August's hand in hers.

"I'm so proud of you", she whispered.

"Thank you Emma. I'm glad this is something I could share with you." He leaned over and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"So, what was Graham talking about that you promised you two could discuss?" Emma watched as August's cheeks and tips of his ears turned pink as he smiled. "Come on, tell me!"

"Well, we were going to talk about it anyways…"

"Auggie."

"Kids. Graham wants to have kids."

"That's wonderful! You two will be great dads!" Emma smiled at her brother. "Is what you have to talk about is which one of you will um…'donate'?" August laughed at his sister's pinked cheeks and air quotes.

"No. If we choose to have more than one, we might consider using a surrogate, but for now we decided that we're going to adopt. But not a newborn; we're thinking of adopting an older kid. We want to give them a chance that you and I didn't have."

"August, that's amazing. I know some people I can put you in touch with at the foundation."

"Thank you Emma." August smiled at his sister, and kissed her hand. He turned his attention back to the show, as did Emma, but her mind was far from what was going on.

In the years since marrying Killian, Emma had used her newfound influence to bring awareness to children in need of being adopted and having loving homes, what she and August and so many others had been denied as children. A year after her marriage, Emma started Enchanted Forest Foundation. The EFF was a non-profit that, at first, raised funds and took donations of clothes and food and furniture, etc. for homes in Boston. Within months, the foundation started receiving more donations than they anticipated and it allowed them to expand to cover the entire state of Massachusetts.

By the time EFF had their first anniversary, they'd received even more funds and they expanded operations to all of New England. Offices were built in Manhattan, Albany, Augusta, Hartford, and Providence.

A few years later, EFF had offices in several capital cities like Sacramento, Tallahassee, Salem, Phoenix, Santa Fe, and Denver. They provided monetary help to homes all over the country and provided them what they needed, be it food or clothes or furniture or computers or even someone to fix whatever was broken/not working. The foundation also provided help and resources to families looking to adopt. They did what they could to make the process easier and to help the children waiting for a home.

In all her years, Emma never thought that she would be as lucky as she was. She had a loving husband, two wonderful children with another on the way, parents that loved her that she'd once thought lost, and more family than she ever thought she would have.

Saying yes to August years ago, to his pleas to come help him out in Ireland for a movie, was the best decision she ever made. If Emma hadn't chosen to help, she wouldn't have met Killian and she wouldn't have had Des or Molly or the baby she was carrying now. She was sure her parents would've found her eventually, but everything else that made her life worth living was because Emma had gone to Ireland.

She was brought out of her daydream all of a sudden when she felt Killian's hand on hers. Apparently, the show had gone to commercial and people were moving around and he'd been trying to get her attention so she could go on a bathroom break.

"Love?" Emma turned to look at him, quizzical look on his face. "Where did you go?"

"Just thinking about life, you know?" Killian smiled and extended his hand to help her up and told August and Graham they'd be right back.

"What about our lives?" he asked as they made their way to the bathroom.

"I was just thinking how different both of our lives would've been if I hadn't given in to August and gone to Ireland to help. I would never have met you and I wouldn't have the kids. I wouldn't know Tink or Mrs. Potts or Ruby. Who knows when my parents would've found me…" she trailed off.

"David and Mary Margaret would've found you, regardless of the extenuating circumstances", he said. Killian stood outside the restroom as Emma went in. When she reemerged, Killian offered his arm and they walked back into the auditorium.

"You're right, you know."

"About what love?"

"My parents. They're nothing if not determined and they would've found me sooner rather than later. I'm glad I went to Ireland; it brought me them, the kids, and you."

"I have a theory." Emma raised her eyebrow in true Killian fashion.

"Oh? Do tell, oh wise wizard." Killian threw his head back and laughed, before calming down and continuing.

"We were meant to meet, you and me."

"Yeah?"

"Of course my darling. Somehow, we would've met. That is something of which I could never be more sure or certain." The lights flashed in the auditorium, signaling the five minutes before the end of the commercial break. They sat quietly in their seats as they went through Best Song and then Best Actress. Then it was time for Killian's category.

"You nervous?" Emma asked him.

"I'd love to say not really, but I am…just a smidge. I want to win, not for me, but for the kids because they've been 'wishing', you know?"

"I'm sure they'll be proud of you no matter what." Emma leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "Just relax and remember not to talk a lot. It's weird when people get played off by the music."

"Don't worry, I've been thinking of what to say and I think it's short enough."

"You didn't write anything?"

"No, I'm going to 'wing it', as your brethren say."

"Brethren?"

"Americans darling." Emma rolled her eyes and turned to the stage where Brie Larson strode out to the mic to go through the men in the category. Killian was last to be named and when the camera turned to him, he smiled and then turned to Emma and kissed her temple.

"And the Oscar goes to…" Brie Larson pulled the envelope open and took out the card with the winner. Emma saw her grin big and look up, "…Killian Jones!"

The audience started clapping and cheering but Killian sat stunned for a few seconds.

"Killian! Go! You won!" Emma pushed at his arm and he turned to look at her, big toothy grin on his face. He stood and pulled her up with him. He surged forward to capture her lips in a kiss and he rested his hand on her belly. "Easy tiger…"

"I love you."

"I love you too, now go." Killian kissed her quickly again, and received hugs from August and Graham and then some of his costars as he made his way up the aisle to the stage. Brie handed him the statuette and hugged him. The crowd sat and settled as Killian walked up to the mic. He stared at the statue before speaking.

"Wow. Uh, you would think that winning one of these before would make this moment any less nerve-wracking…it doesn't." The audience laughed lightly. "Since my important thank-yous are sprinting by on the bottom of the screen, I'm going to use my time to dedicate my speech to my wife and kids and rest of my family." Killian looked over to where Emma sat and winked.

God, my husband is a dork she thought.

"First, to my two ducklings: I love you both so much and I thank God every day for the two of you and I can't wait to get back home and see you. August: thank you, because if it wasn't for you, Emma and I wouldn't have met when we did. I mean, we were going to meet, but you just made it happen sooner. I was talking to Emma about this earlier, and I told her that I had a theory. On every one of the infinite Earths and in every one of the universes of the Multiverse, my darling Emma, you and I are just that: you and I. I love you more than words can say Emma, and I always will. You are my sun and my stars and my Swan and light in the Darkness; I will love you forever because there will never be a time in the history of infinite Earths and multiverses where I don't. Besides: '…I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and choose you.'"

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