AN: Another day another chapter. The last chapter. The epilogue. This is it, this is the end! Holy shit this is amazing. I have finished another story. So I want to thank everyone who reviewed daily, to the guest reviewers. The people who reviewed every day, you guys are amazing. There will probably not be a sequel to this. I think my mind is done with this story. Read below and you'll probably see why. So I will see you, when I see you.


Five Years Later:

"Yes mom, we told Russell and Judy that they couldn't buy her a car for her sixteenth birthday. She's a terrible driver. Like I got into the car with her to teach her and after she hit someone's mailbox I handed the keys over to Charlie. I'm not getting into the car with her again. Getting her a brand new car is silly." Santana said as she drove home from work. She heard a beep and chose to ignore it. She listened for a moment, "Yes I know, but—look we have another car once Charlie determines that she's not going to get herself killed on the road, or kill a pedestrian, we just planned to let her use the car to drive to school and back. If you want to buy her a car get her some hot wheels. That's what Jack and Kora plan to get her." Santana points out and she hears her father laugh in the background. "But she's super excited about the party." It's all she had been talking about for weeks. At least this was considerably less expensive than her Quinceañera. "Anyway we'll see you in two weeks. Can you tell papi not to spend the entire visit glaring at Charlie? It makes her skittish." Santana said with a roll of her eyes but a smile on her face.

Her father didn't hate Charlie, not really but he found it hilarious that his presence made Charlie so uncomfortable. She was sure that if they lived nearby he'd have Charlie fixing up his house for a discounted price. She ended the call and stretched noting that she had a new voicemail. She sighed and pushed the app on her phone hoping that it wasn't someone that had done something exceptionally stupid, she just wanted to go home and play with her babies.

'Santana Lopez, this is Doctor Pillsbury, I'm just calling to let you know that I've gotten your latest results and I wanted to congratulate you. Your recent tests show that there hasn't been a recurrence, which was what we were hoping for Santana. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to call. I'm sure you and your family will be ecstatic.'

Santana stared at her phone and exhaled deeply, five years. Her cancer had been in remission for five years. Five years was forever, it felt like forever and her life was so different than it had been five years ago. There wasn't a moment where she felt alone, where she needed to whine to Brittany about how empty her life felt. She exited her car after she pulled into the driveway of the house and shook her head at what appeared to be a new dent in Charlie's truck. Her partner was back, and she had never been as glad to have Charlie around. She was so glad that she wasn't the one attempting to teach Bela how to drive. She had survived cancer, she didn't want to push her luck with a heart attack. She opened the door to the smell of her enchilada recipe and she smiled. She headed straight to the kitchen where Charlie was helping Jack and Kora wash their hands.

"Mom," Bela said with a huff causing Santana to turn to her oldest daughter who had a pout on her face. "Ma says I'm not ready to get my license," she whined hoping that it would work and her mother would talk to Charlie.

Santana raised a brow and patted Bela on the shoulder. "Good. I'm too young to start getting grey hairs. I can't spend my day worrying about you whenever you take the car." Santana said briskly. "Want to tell me what you hit today? I saw the new dent in the truck." Bela flushes and mumbles something under her breath causing her to smirk. "Exactly now go wash up," she ordered.

"Mommy!" Jack yelled and pulled away from Charlie causing Kora to turn and grin and immediately stampede after him. "You're back!" He threw his arms around her legs nearly pushing her to the ground.

Kora latched on to not noticing her mother wobble trying to stay upright, "Missed you mommy," she mumbles before holding her hands up wanting to be carried. "We made chiladas," she said proudly. "Right ma?"

"Right," Charlie said with a grin flashing a huge smile at Santana as she moved to her bending over to scoop both of their children into her arms and lifting them up so they could give Santana giant wet kisses on the cheek. "Hello, Mrs. Fabray-Lopez." Charlie said with a smile leaning in for her kiss. When they had finally gotten married Santana had refused to let her dump her last name. Something about how Charlie was still going to be a Fabray. She was now on relative speaking terms with her parents. She at least answered the phone when they answered, most of the time.

"Gross! We talked about this no public displays of affection in the kitchen!" Bela said crinkling her nose.

Santana ignored her daughter and pressed her lips against Charlie's for a moment giving her a small peck on the lips before taking Kora who was struggling to get into her arms, she was getting too big to be carried but Charlie spoiled her picking her up whenever she wanted. "Hey there Kora," Santana said groaning a bit when Kora latched onto her neck. "Remember when Bela was younger and she didn't care?" Santana asked.

"I do, and she still reminds us that she's the one that got us together," Charlie said with a roll of her eyes at her Bela who stuck out her tongue at them. "She hit a parked car today, it wasn't moving. I think my insurance rate is through the roof now."

"Ma you said you wouldn't tell her!" Bela whined at Charlie.

"Eh, that was before you didn't let me kiss my wife," A smile grew on Charlie's face as she said that and nudged Santana gently. "Besides, I said I wouldn't tell her if she didn't notice. There was a giant dent—kind of hard to miss," Charlie said with a shrug.

"Well can I drive to school tomorrow?" Bela asked seriously.

"Sure if you put Jack and Kora to sleep tonight," Charlie said. "And you wake up early so we can skip the morning rush. You aren't driving to school when there are kids on the streets." Charlie said with a shrug.

Jack turned to Bela and grinned at her, "Can—you tell us the story?"

"It's my favorite," Kora agreed nodding in time with her brother.

Bela groaned, "Alright, I'll tell you the story again." She shook her head. She had wanted minions, but there had been a lot of diapers that needed to be changed before they were capable of being bossed around and even then, they weren't very good at following instructions. And she was sure her parents used her as free babysitting. She suddenly understood why Beth insisted on being an only child. After her mom's battle with cancer, she had insisted that she wasn't getting pregnant again and they had decided to foster some children and finally adopt. That's how she had gotten stuck with the twins Jack and Kora. It had been a pain in the ass, because she was no longer the favorite, but her siblings weren't that bad. Useless as minions, but they weren't nightmares. She did get to teach them all sorts of things and watch in amusement as they repeated it.

Santana smiled and glanced over at Charlie, she always managed to foist bedtime duties on Bela whenever she wanted to spend some time with her, or was doing something romantic. She hoped it was a backrub, she loved the massages that Charlie gave her. "Alright, dinner now and you can all tell me about your day. How did your science test go Isabela?"

"Fine," Bela mumbled and shifted, so maybe she should have studied a bit harder but she probably wouldn't get the test back until after her birthday which was a good thing. "I got an A in math though!"

"Ma said she'd build us a tree house!" Jack said. "We can help. I get to hammer things."

"You what?" Santana said turning to look Charlie who flashed a grin at her and shifted a bit. "You're building them a tree house?"

"Well it's going to be attached to a tree—not really up in the tree and he's going to use the toolkit I bought him!" Charlie said quickly explaining. She wasn't stupid and she was already having minor heart attacks every time she got into the truck with Bela, this wasn't going to be that bad. She was already thinking of making a fully functional tiny house for the two of them that they could sleep in and have fun in. It would be a fun project and would probably make them the coolest kids in the neighborhood.

Santana sighed, "Fine, but after that we're going to have a serious discussion about you updating my bathroom. I need more tub space." She'd trust Charlie with the kids, even if they were only three years old. She hadn't done anything dangerous with them yet and Jack wanted to be just like her. Which had already led to some hilarity. He followed her around with his own tool-belt and he had tried to fix the wall, that hadn't been broken, which had lead to Charlie fixing the wall that now had a hole in it. Korra on the other hand was Charlie's little princess who hated getting her hands dirty and preferred to watch them fix things and boss them around. Korra took after her and she loved it.

"But—your tub is as big as a swimming pool!" Kora said and frowned.

"I know sweetheart, but I've come to realize that I need a bit more space and jets," she flicked her eyes at Charlie smirking when she turned a bright red. "So dinner, I'm starving."

"You gotsta wash your hands!" Jack said holding up his hands and causing Santana to smile.

"You're right let me wash up and then we can eat." Santana said kissing Jack's forehead and causing him to smile proudly. She was still capable of having children, but she had never wanted to be in a position where the cancer came back and she had to choose. Five years was a long time, and she wanted to be alive long enough to see her grandchildren, though at this rate the idea of grandchildren was never going to happen with Charlie being overprotective.

Bela moved to set the table and Charlie set Jack in his seat, and smirked at Bela, "Oh look at that you do have some hand eye coordination. I was thinking that we should take you to the optometrist to make sure you weren't blind."

Bela grumbled under her breath, "Well if you ever let me practice without freaking out over every second, I'd probably be fine."

"You hit a parked car and I didn't say anything before or after." Charlie said bluntly, effectively shooting that down. She hadn't yelled or screamed she had simply had a heart attack and she had seen her life flash before her eyes. "Anyway," Charlie adjusted Jack's booster seat a bit. He still needed it to sit at the table and if he could see everyone then he would still for about twenty minutes until he got bored. It was the same for Kora, they had both decided that they hated their high seats because they were for babies.

"Right—but still." Bela said huffing as she took her own seat after helping Kora get onto her booster seat and watched with growing horror as her mom kissed her ma on the cheek and smirked at her. She crinkled her nose they were so gross. She couldn't believe she had ever thought it was romantic, or that they were romantic. They should take their 'romance' to the bedroom—wait that was just as disturbing. Old people should just keep their hands to themselves. "What did you do today ma?"

"I checked out some new places to invest in, and talked to the accountant, I also went to a meeting," Charlie said rubbing the back of her neck. She still went, with all the changes in her life, she needed to do this for her family. She didn't want to slip ever, so she went religiously now that she had finally moved out of New York and found a new home. She didn't even really feel the urge anymore. Running after the twins was enough of a high for her. "Business is good." Santana still controlled the finances and she still kept a tight control of her spending money. Santana insisted that she didn't need it, but she did. She didn't even know any dealers anymore, so going to buy drugs was out of the question but stopping by Toys R Us was the bane of her existence these days. They were worse than drug dealers in her opinion, all the brightly colored toys and the advertising. She had a new problem and that was buying Kora and Jack toys all the time much to Santana's general chagrin. She was weak, and she knew she had a problem but she just loved the look on their faces when she came home with a new toy. "What about you?"

"Ugh, don't get me started," Santana said with a sigh. "People need to learn to just use common sense. I mean yeah I get paid to fix problems but still you wouldn't need me if you just used a bit of common sense." She shook her head. "Oh and Doctor Pillsbury called and gave me the five year all clear," she slips in as she begins to put food onto her plate. She was so glad she could eat again. No more chemotherapy meant no more nausea, or anything of the sort. She had missed her appetite. She glances up when she hears Charlie drop her utensils. "It's no big deal, I'm probably going to outlive all of you." She watches and sighs when Charlie's eyes begin to water again. "Charlie—don't you dare."

"Her eyes are leaking again," Bela said bluntly as she took the dish from her mother and began to shovel food onto her plate before helping Jack and Kora with their plates. She was so used to this. Some knight Charlie turned out to be.

"They aren't!" Charlie said wiping her face.

Santana reached over and nudged Charlie, "I'm going to be okay. You think I'm going to leave you alone with these three? They'll walk all over you."

"Probably," Charlie said with a small laugh as she wiped her face again.


Santana smiled as she felt Charlie's arms wrap around her as they finally made their way upstairs, even though they had somehow managed to foist putting Kora and Jack to bed on Bela, she still needed to check on her babies. "So," she murmurs. "I've been cancer free for five years, that's cause for celebration isn't it?"

Charlie laughs and kisses her cheek, "It is, let's just say goodnight to the kids and then we can lock ourselves in our room. You need to be quiet this time you remember what happened last time." Charlie said causing Santana to finally flush in embarrassment. She didn't think that they had been that loud but Jack and Kora had knocked on their door and asked if Santana had been alright.

"That was your fault," Santana hisses at Charlie who flashes her a smile. She crosses her arms over her chest, "I changed my mind we'll just go to bed."

"Right," Charlie said not believing that for a second as they headed to the twins room and poked their head in to check out what was going on. She smiled as she watched Bela who had the twins practically on top of her ready to hear the story again.

Santana shook her head and leaned against Charlie some more. She was so proud of her daughter of Bela, even though she refused to admit it, if only because Bela's ego was already pretty big, it was because of her that she had all this. Her daughter had run away to New York City and found her happy ending. She didn't even think it was possible or that she'd be this happy.

Bela cleared her throat, and opened the book that she had written with a bit of help from her mom. "Once upon a time, in a land far away there lived a Queen and her knight. They loved each other very much and a baby was conceived, unfortunately for the queen the knight got lost and it took years to find her way back home." Bela flicked her eyes to her parents and smiled at them before shaking her head and continuing.

"You know," Charlie says as they pull away from the door. "She totally parent-trapped us."

Santana shook her head, it was terrible to admit that they had both been played by a ten year old. "I know—let's just blame Brittany."

"Speaking of which, Mike's thinking of proposing—except he's terribly nervous about the whole thing."

"Worse than you?" Santana teased. Charlie hadn't even said the words, she had just held the ring out and babbled something and then had turned a bright red.

"Probably a bit better than me, do you know how mad Bela was that I didn't get it right?" Charlie groaned and Santana smirked. "She's your daughter."

"Except when she's bad, then she's yours," Santana said with a pleased smile as they finally made it to the bedroom that they shared. "I changed my mind again by the way, you can help me celebrate, and then we're going to talk about jets," Santana laughs as Charlie scoops her up and kisses her cheek, before carrying her into their bedroom kicking the door closed. So maybe she had gotten her happy ending after all. Maybe there was something to those Disney movies after all, because this sure as hell felt like living happily ever after.


AN: They all lived happily ever after. The end. A full 31 chapters. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now, other projects like this that I'm working on.

Hear Me: Faberry with some heavy Chartana. I think my faberry fans will be irritated by the second and third chapter.

Stitches (Place holder title): Second work in the Alpha/Omega series, that's the fic that will be a bit similar to this one.

Alpha/Omega (I'll figure out a title soon): Closest fic to being done you might see this fic a bit later.

Chapters of fics, which will slowly be finished.

Now, lately I've been thinking about either doing a , or doing a simple tip jar. If I do a , the subscribers will get to see chapters before they are done and they'll also get to see work that I chipped away at and deleted, my mind works in strange places. And I really think you'd be surprised at how much I write a month. I think it'll also be a forum to talk to me and pitch me story ideas. I've been debating for awhile and haven't made a decision. But, it's an idea. Suggestions, good idea not a good idea, I'm really open to anything.