A/N: So here is the moment you have all been waiting for. The final chapter in our journey. I hope you have enjoyed reading my little fantasy as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Special thanks to my loyal readers and reviewers (you guys rock!) and to those who stuck with this story over these past few months. Enjoy this sweet, and super long final chapter.

Ch. 26: Forever

Eight months later…

Sara exhaled as she finished emptying the contents of her stomach. She flushed the toilet, sat on the toilet seat, and put her head in her hands. She had been fighting (and frankly losing) her battle with some sort of virus. The worst part was that her wedding was a short 24 hours away, and at this rate, she wasn't sure if she could make it down the aisle without tossing her cookies.

She heard the footsteps of her two year old son and got up from the toilet to wash her face. Sara tried her best to put on a happy smile. She didn't want Mikey to know she was sick because like his father, he tended to worry a smidgen about her wellbeing.

"Mommy!" he shouted jumping into her arms.

"There's my big boy!" she said enthusiastically picking him up.

"Mommy, what's wrong?" he asked scrunching his eyebrows together.

Michael then appeared in the doorway with an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry. I told him you needed some rest, but he really wanted to see you. I looked away for two seconds and it looks like he found you."

"Don't worry about it," she told her husband with a reassuring smile before returning her attention to her son. "Well, baby, Mommy's just not feeling so great today. So I'm gonna go sit on the couch and how about you join me and we can watch some movies. How does that sound?" she asked.

"Fun!" he cried, squirming his way out of her arms and running off to what she assumed would be the living room.

"How do you feel?" Michael asked crossing the bathroom and wrapping his arms around her.

"Honestly? Pretty terrible. My stomach is churning and I don't remember the last time food even sounded remotely good. The good news is that I don't have a fever and judging by the lack of illness by you and Mikey, I don't think I'm contagious."

"Well thank God for that," Michael smirked before leaning down to kiss Sara.

"C'mon," she said breaking the kiss. "We've got a toddler patiently awaiting our arrival for family movie day!"

"Okay buddy, what did you pick out?" Sara asked as she sat down by her son on the couch.

"Nemo!" he cried. Finding Nemo had proven to be a crowd favorite in the Scofield household. Sara was sure that Mikey would know every line to that movie by heart by the time he was 3.

"Nemo sounds perfect, little man," Michael said, joining his wife and son on the couch.

After Finding Nemo, Hercules, Ratatouille, and an episode of Bob the Builder, Mikey finally fell asleep, nestled into Sara's side. Sara smiled as she noticed that Michael too had fallen asleep. She looked over at the clock on the wall and saw it was nearing 5:45. She decided she should wake up her boys and start making dinner. For the first time in almost a week, Sara actually felt hungry. She decided that the flu must be almost out of her system.

"Babe," she whispered across the couch. Michael awoke with a start.

"Sorry," she said guiltily. "I figured it's getting close to six, so we should probably wake up big man if we have any hopes of him getting to sleep tonight, and probably also figure out what we are going to do for dinner."

"You're hungry?" he asked shocked. Michael had noticed that over the past few days Sara had been unable to keep anything down, and had stopped eating altogether. He insisted that she go to the doctor, but Sara refused. She promised she would go as soon as the wedding was over. She didn't want anything ruining their special day.

"Don't get too excited. I say that now, but upon first bite I may change my mind," she joked.

"Well, we may as well give it a shot. You look like you've lost at least five pounds in this past week," Michael scolded. "I'm worried about you."

Sara smiled sadly at her husband. She really didn't mean to worry him, but it was a known fact that Scofield men tended to worry about the smallest things.

She leaned over their sleeping son and kissed him.

"I'm fine," she assured him. "I promise I'll go to the doctor tomorrow if I don't feel better."

"Deal."

"Now let's wake up sleeping beauty here and make some dinner, because Mama's hungry," Sara said with a smile.

Michael was about to suggest that they order in tonight when Sophia came barreling through the door with Maricruz following close behind her.

"What's going on here ladies?" Michael asked with a furrowed brow.

"We're kidnapping your wife," Sophia said nonchalantly.

"We have some major girl things to take care of. Sorry, Mike," Maricruz said smiling and grabbing Sara's hand. "I'm taking this one to the car before Michael has a chance to convince her to stay! Don't take too long, Soph!"

"C'mon, Mike. Wipe that pout off your face. You have the rest of eternity to spend with Sara. All we're asking for is one night," Sophia said teasingly.

"Watch out for her please. Make sure she doesn't drink too much or go to crazy. She needs her rest. She's been sick for the past few days, and I'm worried about her," Michael said in a serious tone.

"Sick? What do you mean?" Sophia asked.

"She's just been nauseous and throwing up…not able to keep anything down. It's probably just the flu, but flu and alcohol don't mix well so just be mindful of that."

"I will be. Don't worry, Mike. She's in good hands. We're probably just going to go back to my place and watch some girly movies. We'll take it easy on her," she joked.

"Mommy?" Mikey's sleepy voice said from the couch.

"Can we at least say bye?" Michael asked. "Otherwise, you will be blamed for a very cranky toddler who didn't get to kiss his mommy before she left."

"Fine," Sophia grudgingly agreed. "You have five minutes, and then I'm driving away."

"Fine," he grumbled. "C'mon, buddy," he said picking up his son from the couch. "Let's go say bye to Mommy."

Sara rolled down her window when she saw her husband and son walking toward the car.

"I'm sorry," she conceded. "I know we were supposed to have family time tonight, and if I had any say in this I would—"

Michael cut her off with a kiss.

"Go," he gently urged. "Have fun tonight. But know your limits. You're still fighting off that bug. I love you, be safe," he said before leaning in to kiss her once more.

"I love you," she smiled.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll be the one in white," she said cheesily to which Michael smiled in response.

"Goodbye, my handsome boy. I love you. Be good for Daddy," she said kissing her son on the cheek.

Sara took a deep breath as Sophia zipped up her wedding dress.

"You look beautiful," she told her.

Sara smiled shyly.

"I feel nauseous," Sara confessed.

"Well, there is a reason for that," Sophia said smirking.

Once the girls had driven away from the Scofield house, Sophia broke the silence in the car.

"So," she said suspiciously. "Michael tells me you've been 'sick,' but to me this 'sickness's sounds a little bit like, I don't know maybe morning sickness?"

"Sophia Burrows you stop that right now. Do not go putting that thought in people's minds. I have the flu and that is the end of it," Sara said adamantly.

"A flu that's not contagious and has no others symptoms aside from nausea?" Maricruz asked chiming in.

"Guys! I'm not pregnant! I can't be…we're so careful…most of the time. Plus, I'm not even that late," Sara said. At this point she was trying to convince herself of the fact more than her friends. Sure, she and Michael had talked about having a house full of kids at some point, but that was so long ago. That was before everything went down with the Company. To be honest, Sara knew deep down that there was a very good chance that she was pregnant, but was scared. She was scared of Michael's reaction. And maybe she was being irrational. She knew Michael would probably be ecstatic, but she was anxious nonetheless.

The awkward silence in the car was broken by the sound of Sophia's cell phone ringing.

"Hey, babe," she said with a smile, letting Maricruz and Sara know that it was in fact her husband on the phone.

"Yeah, we just left their house," she said and then paused as he responded.

"Um, one second let me ask," she said before addressing her friends in the car.

"Do either of you need anything from the store? Snacks? Alcohol? Gingerale?" she asked looking pointedly at Sara who averted her eyes in response.

When Sophia received no response, she took it upon herself to do what Sara was frankly too scared to do.

"Can you get some crackers, gingerale, and some pregnancy tests?"

"Wow," Lincoln's scruffy voice broke her from her thoughts. "My brother is one lucky man."

"Linc," Sara blushed.

"I mean it, Sara. You look stunning. You ready to do this?" Lincoln asked extended to his hand to Sara. She smiled at her brother-in-law's extended hand. She was sad that her father wasn't able to ever see her walk down the aisle, but was eternally grateful that Lincoln stepped up. When she asked him, he couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation. Initially, her father was one of the main reasons that Lincoln was on death row. But of course, Lincoln did not hold this against Sara. He happily accepted.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Sara said before she bolted to the bathroom.

Lincoln stared at his sister-in-law's retreating form. Maybe she's just nervous about seeing Mike in his monkey suit, Lincoln thought. Or maybe…Lincoln felt the lightbulb go off in his mind. He knew something seemed strange about Sophia's secretive behavior surrounding the pregnancy test he had to buy last night, but Sophia had assured him that she wasn't pregnant. But maybe the test wasn't for her, Lincoln thought. He made his way to the bathroom where Sara had just darted into. He knocked gently on the door.

"Sara?" he called out softly. The only response he heard was Sara emptying any and all contents of her stomach. He cringed, but opened the door anyway. He saw her knelt down in front of the toilet and sat behind her. He gathered her hair in his hands and put a soothing hand on her back.

"Sara," he said again. Sara turned to face her brother-in-law and burst into tears. He enveloped her in his arms.

"When did you find out?" he said once Sara had calmed down a bit.

"Last night. And I know Sophia told you it was hers and it was negative, but don't be mad at her. I begged her not to say anything. She was just being a good friend," Sara said. The last thing she wanted was for Lincoln to be upset with Sophia for something that she started.

"I'm not—don't worry about that. But Sara," he started, "why are you so upset? You love Mikey, and Michael loves being a dad."

"I know," Sara said pulling away from Lincoln and drying her tears.

"Then what's the problem?" he asked.

"I'm scared. Last time I got pregnant, all hell broke loose. I went to jail, I almost got killed, the Company almost took everything from us, Michael 'died', and every day for almost two years, I had to live with the fact that my husband was never coming back—that my son would never get to know his father. And I can't do that again. I can't get excited only to have everything ripped from me. I guess this…news has just brought back so many memories, and call it hormones or call it paranoia or whatever, but I won't lose Michael again," Sara said.

"Oh Sara," Linc said sadly. His heart broke for his sister-in-law. He wanted to tell her that she was being irrational and a little bit nuts, but once he heard the hurt—the raw pain—in her voice when she was telling him her fears, he couldn't. He knew that somewhere inside her brain, her fears made sense. So instead he settled for simply pulling her into his arms again.

"Everything is going to be fine. You and Mike have been through hell and back. You've survived so much. It's your turn to be happy," Lincoln said, pulling back to look her in the eyes.

Sara grabbed some tissues and dried her tears and looked at her brother-in-law.

"Thank you for talking me down. I guess I am being kind of crazy, but I don't know…I guess it's just whenever things start to go well for me—for any of us really—I know it's going to be short-lived. But I have to remember that that's not our life anymore. Sorry for the tears. I know you're not always used to having to be this in touch with your feelings. Must be the hormones," Sara joked.

"Must be," Lincoln laughed in response. "Now come on. Let's go get you married…again. Wouldn't want to keep my brother waiting—he gets cranky."

Sara stood and looked in the mirror. She looked like a train wreck. After 10 minutes of tedious work, she was able to make it look like she had not spent the last 20 minutes having a nervous breakdown. She walked out of her bathroom to see her two year old son in his tux and Lila in her flower girl dress.

"Well aren't you two just the most handsome and beautiful kids in this whole church!" Sara exclaimed drawing the attention of her son and 'niece.'

"Mommy!" Mikey cried running into his mother's awaiting arms.

"There's my big guy," she said picking him up. Sophia would have a fit if she saw Sara wrinkling her dress, but she didn't care. It was totally worth it. She missed her boy.

"Did you have a good boys' night with Daddy?"

"Yeah!" he cheered before going on to babble about all the things that he and Michael had done the night before.

"Sounds super fun, buddy!" Sara said smiling.

Sophia poked her head in Sara's dressing room and frowned when she saw Mikey in Sara's arms.

"You're wrinkling your dress," Sophia said wrinkling her nose. "Anyway, places everyone. It's show time."

"Okay, bubba, now's your moment to shine," she said, setting Mikey on the ground.

"Mama?" he said.

"Yes, baby," she responded.

"You're the prettiest mommy ever," he said with a smile that so closely matched her husband's. Her heart melted a little bit. Her son truly was her greatest treasure—her greatest gift.

"Thank you, Mikey," she said with a smile. "I love you, now go get 'em, tiger!"

Mikey gave her two thumbs up before grabbing Lila's hand and following behind Sophia.

"You ready, sis?" Lincoln said extending his hand to Sara.

"You bet I am," she said grabbing onto his arm.

When Sara and Lincoln reached the double doors that led into the church, she paused and turned to him.

She threw his arm around his neck and said, "Thank you. For everything."

He returned the hug and smiled.

"Anytime, sis. Now let's go. A special guy needs to see you in this dress, and I'm not talking about me or your son," he smirked.

Sara smiled and linked onto Lincoln's arm. She heard the beginning of the wedding march playing and turned the corner to see the open double doors. She stared ahead at the aisle and at her family and friends facing the door awaiting her entrance. And suddenly, she felt nauseous again.

"Linc," she whispered under her breath while keeping a smile on her face.

He subtly looked at her with a fake smile that matched her own.

"I'm gonna be sick. I'm not gonna make it," she confessed whilst trying her best to maintain her fake smile.

"You're gonna be fine," he said calmly. "Just look at those boys at the end of the aisle and then tell me that you aren't gonna make it."

And as always, Lincoln knew exactly the right thing to say at the right time to calm her down. As soon as she saw her husband and son at the end of the aisle, any and all anxiety disappeared. Her smile was no longer fake, and she was no longer self-conscious that every eye in the room was on her. In that moment, it was just her family—Michael, Mikey, and her. Her two boys were all that mattered to her.

When Sara reached the end of the aisle, Lincoln took her hand in his and handed her off to his brother, but not before kissing her on the cheek and whispering another "you look beautiful" in her ear. He then took his spot next to Michael. It took some serious talent being the best man and the one to walk Sara down the aisle.

"Hi," Michael mouthed.

"Hi," Sara mouthed back.

He took her hands in his and looked at Felicia, telling her that they were ready to begin.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony," Felicia began. "Michael and Sara have chosen to write their own vows to help convey their love to you all today."

Michael took a deep breath before beginning.

"I sort of regret not writing any of this down now," he chuckled. "But when I was thinking about what I was going to say to you in this moment, I didn't think I needed any notes. Because how I feel about you—my love for you—cannot be put into words. And I have no desire to try to explain that love. What I can do is tell you how amazing you are. I can tell you that from the moment I walked into that exam room in Fox River, I knew it was over. I knew from that point on that any hopes that I had of unattached relationships with anyone in that place were long gone. From the moment I lied to you about having diabetes," he paused as Sara laughed, "I knew I was in trouble. And as the months passed and we eventually made it out of there, my love and admiration grew for you—more than I ever could have imagined it would have. And in the short six or so months that we had known each other, I knew that you were it for me. You are the love of my life, Sara. And you have always been my light at the end of an often dark tunnel. I love you more than I can put into words. And I just want to thank you for being you—for doing everything that you have done for me—for our beautiful, beautiful son. And I can't wait to spend forever with you," he finished tearfully.

By this point, there was not a dry eye in the house. Sara wiped at the tears that were streaming down her cheeks.

"Well you are certainly always a tough act to follow, Mr. Scofield, but I guess I'll give it my best shot. I once told you that the first thing they tell you before taking the job at Fox River is to not fall in love with an inmate. And from the moment you walked into my office, with your fake diabetes and Ghandi quoting mannerisms, I knew it was over. I tried to ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach, but when you came to me injured, nine toes and all, I also knew I had broken the number one rule. You're my family. You're my heart. You are everything that I need you to be whenever I need you to be. And that Thanksgiving Day where you showed up in Mikey's nursery was the best day of my life. To know that I get a shot at forever with you, and that you get to be a father to our children is the greatest gift I will ever receive. And I thank God every day that you came back to me," she choked out. "I love you more than you will ever know, Michael Scofield. And I am so thankful that you fake-robbed a bank and wound up in my doctor's office day after day because I cannot imagine my life without you."

"Well," Felicia's voice said breaking the emotion in the room, "by the power vested in me by the state of Florida, I now pronounce you man in wife. You may kiss the bride!"

"Finally," Michael said before dipping Sara and kissing her passionately. In the background, Sara could hear the hoots and hollers of her friends and family. When Michael broke the kiss, they were greeted by an eager Mikey. Michael picked up his son, grabbed Sara's hand, and led them back down the altar. And in that moment everything was perfect.

Michael and Sara had a traditional reception at a ballroom about a mile away from the church. There was dancing, food, laughter, and family—Sara's four favorite things about her life now. Michael and Sara had been passed around from friend to friend and relative to relative for dances and hugs and "congratulations" for so long that they had barely any time to be together.

"No rush, Mr. Scofield," Michael could hear her saying in his head. "We've got the rest of our lives for that."

After he felt that he had acknowledged every wedding guest, Michael made his way over to his wife who was currently dancing with her brother-in-law.

"Ahem," Michael cleared his throat. "Go find your own wife, brother," he joked.

Linc pulled Michael in for hug and whispered a "congrats man," in his ear. He kissed Sara's cheek and went off to find Sophia.

"Well hello, Mrs. Scofield," he said taking her into his arms and swaying along to the music.

"Hello to you, Mr. Scofield," she smiled leaning up to kiss him.

"I love you," he said sweetly.

"And I love you," she returned. "Have you seen our little one lately?"

"He's running around somewhere with LJ and Lila."

Sara nodded in response.

"Speaking of little ones, I caught something you said in your vows," he started curiously.

"Oh yeah? And what was that?" Sara said obliviously.

"Children."

Sara froze in his arms.

"You said you were happy I was going to get to be a father to our children," he said finally putting two and two together.

He pulled away from Sara, so he could look her in the eyes.

"You don't have the flu, do you?" he asked.

Sara shook her head with tears in her eyes for what felt like the billionth time that day.

"Oh my gosh!" Michael cried out, breaking into the biggest smile of his life. He picked her up in his arms and spun her around. Sara squealed and squeezed her eyes shut, memorizing this moment. She didn't know if life could get any better.

"We're having a baby," he said in disbelief.

"We're having a baby," she confirmed.

A/N: So there's our little happy ending for our favorite couple. Toward the end of this story, I noticed that the reviews started tapering off a bit, so I may take a break from the Prison Break world. I may write a few other short stories before returning for the sequel. But then again, I may jump straight into a sequel. It depends on where I find my inspiration. Thanks again to those who stuck with me on this crazy ride of a story. Your sweet words really do mean the world to me. See you soon. XOXO