I will never own OUAT. This story is coming to an end and it's very sad for me - you all have been great. The next chapter is the last and happy endings for all :)

Killian entered the house quietly, sighing with relief as he abandoned his luggage in the foyer. Finally the most stressful travel experience of his life was over. He had been eager to see his family, to assure himself that they were all okay. The exhaustion of being at Heathrow Airport for over a day, not sleeping, a long flight, and a two-hour car ride from Boston was catching up to him. Damn the airline for delaying his flight. It was about 4 am Monday morning. He knew his family was probably all in bed; all of the lights were off. He made his way to find Emma, assuming she'd be in the bedroom. When she wasn't there, he began to search the house, until he heard the soft noise of the television. He found her in the family room, fast asleep in front of the television. Regina was on the loveseat, also asleep (and snoring). Mary Margaret was sitting next to Emma, watching late night infomercials.

"Hi, Killian," she whispered, before getting up to give him a hug. "Regina and I have been here since Friday night. We couldn't leave her and the kids alone. She was having panic attacks. She had Regina look over all the documents from court, over and over again. She's a wreck. We finally convinced her to sleep about three hours ago, it was the first sleep she had all weekend. She spent all last night crying and looking at your family photo albums."

Killian sighed, looking at the woman he loved. He'd give anything to take away her pain. His heart ached just hearing of the pain "I'm going to take her to the bedroom. You're more than welcome to use the guest room, if you'd like. And thank you, for taking care of her."

"That's what family is for Killian. Real family always supports each other. We all love you guys. Anyhow, I was waiting up for you to get here, so I'm gonna take you up on the guest room offer. I'll check on the kids while I'm up there, you take Emma to bed. And just leave Regina… she'd sleep through a house imploding, I swear. When we were kids, I had to pour water on her head just to wake her up for school…" Killian chuckled, appreciating Mary Margaret's cheeriness and kindness (not for the first time). He kissed her cheek before gently picking Emma up and carrying her to their bedroom.

He finally took a minute to just look at her. Her eyes were puffy and swollen and even though they were closed he could see the red rims around them. Her sweat pants were stained and her hair was in a sloppy bun. When he laid her down in the bed, she stirred slightly.

"Killian?" she mumbled.

"Aye, love, it's me. I'm home now. Go back to sleep."

"So glad you're home…" she whispered before once again being claimed by sleep. He pulled the blankets over her sleeping form before putting on his pajamas and crawling in to bed next to her. Within minutes, with Emma wrapped in his arms, he succumbed to sleep.

It felt like minutes before Killian awoke to a quiet jumping noise. There was Sophie, bouncing up and down next to his side of the bed. "Daddyyyy, you're home! Wake upppppp!" she sang. He immediately jolted upright and quieted Sophie, not wanting to wake Emma up.

"Come Sophie, we don't want to wake Mama up," she whispered, carrying her out of the room. "Where's your brother?" he asked once he'd closed the bedroom door behind him.

"With Auntie Gina playing in the family room. She and Auntie Mary said we had to let you and Mom sleep. But they said you were home, and I missssed you," she said before putting her hands around his neck and hugging him closer. He savored her scent and the feel of her arms around him.

"Hi, Killian," Regina announced as soon as she saw him in the doorway. Liam was facing away from him playing with his blocks. He put Sophie down and reached down to pick up Liam, who yelped and turned around and, upon seeing his father, squealed with delight

"Dada!" he screamed, wrapping his arms around his father's neck.

"Liam, I missed you buddy. Were you a good boy for Mama and your aunts?" Liam nodded adorably, his black curls falling in front of his eyes.

"Mama sad," Liam said, frowning slightly. Killian glanced over at Sophie, who was now cuddled next to Regina on the couch. She was looking at him with anticipation, waiting for him to comfort them. So he sat down next to her, with Liam on his lap. She immediately scooted next to him.

"Mommy is sad right now. But I promise she'll be better soon. It's all going to be okay. We are going to be okay, alright?" Sophie nodded before sitting in front of the coffee table to color. Liam squirmed out of Killian's arms and went back to his blocks. Kids were resilient thank god.

"I looked at everything, it's all in order. She may be able to take you to court, but she can't do what she threatened," Regina whispered. "Everything is ironclad." He didn't really want to discuss this in front of the children, especially Sophie, but he also didn't want them to leave his side.

"Killian! I'm here!" Neal announced his arrival at the home with a yell. Apparently he was met by Mary Margaret – who probably admonished him for yelling – because the two came into the family room silently together. Neal picked up Liam and tickled him before putting him down to hug his sister, who was uncharacteristically quiet. Sophie had always been adept at reading social cues and, unlike her little brother, was old enough to understand that something bad was happening.

"Hi Neal," Killian greeted the man. Neal had just graduated and decided to move to Storybrooke to be closer to the only family he had left, his sister. He and Tamara, to whom he was now engaged, had made a home not far away. Neal was working for the police department and Tamara was finishing her degree in teaching at Storybrooke University.

"Hey," he greeted the other adults. "So… can we talk? Somewhere else?"

"Aye, Emma is still asleep. Let me wake her up. I know she'll want to hear this as well. Mary Margaret, Regina, do you mind staying with the kids a bit longer before heading home?" When the two nodded he turned back to Neal. "Meet you in the dining room in a couple of minutes. Then he made his way to the master bedroom.

"Emma, love," he whispered as he kneeled in front of Emma's side of the bed. He shook her shoulder lightly. Emma groaned.

"Sleep," she grumbled.

"Neal is here to talk to us, love. You need to get up," he said, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. At that, she dragged herself out of bed and Killian followed her to the dining room.

"So, I called my parents' lawyer, you know the one that handled their estate and everything…" Neal started, hesitating slightly before continuing. "Apparently, my mom was leaving my dad. Like, for real this time." Killian's eyes opened wide and he could tell Emma was suddenly wide-awake by the gasp he heard from her. "She put money aside in a trust account for Sophie. It was supposed to get them started… She was coming here, to Storybrooke."

"Wow," was all Killian could choke out in his shock.

"Aunt Jill found out about the trust somehow. I think she's been looking for hidden money since my parents died since they didn't leave her anything in the will. Since it's in Sophie's name, she can only access it if she's Sophie's guardian. That's why she wants Sophie. She's used to a certain lifestyle, but she blew all her money. So she wants Sophie's."

Emma rose from her seat to hug Neal. Killian couldn't help but love how compassionate she was – even during her suffering, she was concerned about his pain. "I'm sorry Neal, I know how hard it must be finding out something like that." Neal smiled sadly at her before turning back to Killian.

"There's something Jill doesn't know. The trust… the second named trustee besides Mom was you, Killian. So even if Jill got her hands on Sophie, she still couldn't get the money. I brought the paperwork." Neal fished around in his backpack and handed a stack of papers to Killian. He glanced at them quickly before setting them on the table.

"We don't need to money, Neal. Sophie is set for life as it is with our money and the company. You should take it. I'll talk to my attorney when we meet later today and get it all worked out. You've helped me tremendously and I owe you for everything I've put you through. Please, take it." Emma nodded in agreement. Neal had done so much to help them, practically forsaking the only biological relative he had left besides his sister for them. He deserved a great start to his life with Tamara.

A few hours later, Killian and Emma met Killian's family law attorney. He had received a letter from Jill threatening legal action. However, he was positive that the battle would be over before it even began… A court had decided Killian's paternity already. There was no chance in hell that a random relative from England would take Sophie away from her biological father. It was an open and shut case and he assured them that, by the end of the week, Jill would be gone from their lives forever. He also agreed to take care of transferring the trust to Neal. Emma cried happy tears as they left the lawyer's office. Then they stood in the street, just hugging and crying that everything was over.

Before going home, they stopped by the courthouse. It was a random Monday afternoon. Emma was in jeans and a sweatshirt and Killian was in sweats. And that was how they got married in front of a Justice of the Peace and two strangers who acted as witnesses. They arrived home to their children an hour later as Mr. and Mrs. Jones.