It is the final chapter. Thanks for reading the story and I hope you all like this chapter – the Jones family gets its happily ever after! I appreciate all of the favorites, follows, and reviews. This story really ended up being one of my favorites.

Six months later, Emma was standing in the master bathroom, staring at the mirror. She had to tell him, she knew she did. It was gnawing at her. Secrets never served her and Killian well – and this secret was just as much his as hers. They'd talked about it, of course. About after the second wedding, after Liam started preschool, after things settled down. But, as usual with the Jones family, nothing worked as they planned. While she was building up the courage, her husband snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting her chin on her shoulder.

"Hello love," he whispered.

"Hi. Where are the kids?" she asked.

"In the family room waiting for their Mommy. I told them I'd come to fetch you since you were taking a while and they were excited for pizza night." Instead of the tradition of spending the night before their wedding apart, Emma and Killian had decided to spend the night with their kids at home being a family. That was just how they liked it.

"I, uh, have news." Emma turned in Killian's arms, smiling slightly.

"Bigger news than the fact that you are becoming Mrs. Jones again tomorrow – this time for all our friends and family?" She nodded, biting her lip.

"Yes… I'm pregnant, Killian." His eyes lit up and a grin emerged on his face.

"Truly?" She nodded again.

"Yes, I went to the doctor today. I was feeling sick. I didn't want to tell you until I knew for sure. I know it's sooner than we thought, but…" Killian interrupted her by picking her up by her waist and swinging her around in a circle. She started giggling, thrilled that her husband was as excited as she was. I was stupid to be scared. How could I ever think this great man wouldn't want our baby? When he finally set her down, he kept his arms around her. "We should keep it a secret until after the wedding. One thing at a time, you know. What do you think?"

"Whatever you want, love. I'm just thrilled that we are going to have another wee one!" After another brief kiss, he took her hand, leading her back to the children. The four of them settled in for Despicable Me. And there, surrounded by pizza, candy, soda, and her family, Emma was at peace. She knew that things would be crazy again in approximately seven months, but it was so worth everything to have another piece in their family puzzle.

The morning came quickly. Regina, Mary Margaret, and Tink were chasing Killian away (to David's, where he would be getting ready with his groomsmen and Liam, the cutest ring bearer ever) before the sun was even in the sky. It was their own fault for having an afternoon wedding.

Before Emma even knew what was happening, she was in front of her bathroom mirror, sitting on a bar stool as a professional hairstylist did curled her hair. She heard her friends running around the bedroom suite, a flurry of activity in the distance. But she was too busy texting Killian to care. He'd been texting her all morning – funny quotes and thoughts to calm her nerves.

Her husband knew her so well it was unbelievable – he knew how nervous she was, even if she shrugged it off as nothing. She never thought the day would come when Emma Swan, notoriously heartbroken, perpetually single woman that she was, would get married. And here she was, getting married again (to the same man, to be fair). Her stomach was full of butterflies (and morning sickness) and she couldn't stop biting her lip. Hearing from Killian had greatly calmed her nerves, bless him. But she was still a wreck on the inside.

"Stop worrying." Emma heard from behind her. She couldn't exactly turn around, considering that there was a hot curling iron in her hair. But she recognized that voice.

"Regina… I'm fine."

"You're lying. You're nervous. And there is no need to be. This is a happy day, a day where there shouldn't be any doubts. Hell, you're already Emma Jones, so suck it up, buttercup. Put a smile on your face and leave it there. Oh, and your daughter is coming in to show you her dress." With that, Emma heard Regina's heels click clacking away. Leave it to Regina to kick Emma's ass into gear.

"You look so pretty already," a new voice said. Sophie.

"Hey Soph, thanks. Come stand in front of me so I can see your dress." The little girl did as instructed and Emma's breath hitched as she looked at her daughter. She looked so grown up in a kid version of the bridesmaids dress. It was light pink with an intricate lace pattern at the neckline. Unlike the older version of the dress, Sophie's had straps with the lace pattern along them and it went down to just below her knees. Her dark hair was down and curly, as she'd requested. Emma couldn't help but think of how stunning the girl was. "You look beautiful, Sophie!"

"Thanks! Aunt Mary asked me to come see if your hair was almost done."

"Yep, just about. So, are you excited?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's not like you and Daddy aren't already married. But now it's official, ya know?" Emma nodded, knowing exactly what Sophie meant.

An hour later, Emma was standing inside the marina's main building. They'd decided to get married at the marina, considering their newfound (or re-found, in Killian's case) love of sailing. About a year ago, the family had bought a beautiful sailboat, The Jolly Roger, which they loved to take out on the Atlantic many weekends during the summer and spring. Today, the boat was the site of their vows. Since they were having a small wedding, Killian had suggested that they use the Jolly and Emma had quickly and wholeheartedly agreed. So the Roger was docked at the end of the long dock, which was lined with roses and tulips.

All of their friends and family were waiting with Killian on the boat, watching as Sophie made her way down the dock, throwing rose petals along the aisle runner. Mary-Margaret, Regina, and Tink followed on the arms of David, Robin, and Neal. Then, Emma slowly proceeded to the sailboat. As she got closer, she saw Killian, eyes glassy, smiling at her and holding Liam's hand, probably to prevent the toddler from running to his mama. All the butterflies that she had been fighting all day disappeared. Her husband and children were there waiting for her. And it was about time that they got their happy ending.

Her dress was simple, a white lace and silk strapless number with a long, lacy train. It was so not Emma, which was exactly why she loved it. It made her feel feminine and beautiful. She fell in love with it even more when she saw the appraising look her husband gave her as his eyes slid across her from head to toe.

The vows were a blur of tears and joy for Emma, who didn't snap out of her happy haze until she broke apart from her first kiss as a re-married Jones. Sophie and Liam joined their parents in walking down the aisle. Killian wrapped his arm around his wife and carried their son while Emma had her arm wrapped around Sophie, smiling widely.

The reception was at the seafood restaurant at the marina. It was a small, casual affair, as their wedding had been. After dinner, which consisted of fish, shrimp, and chicken prepared by a wonderful caterer that Regina had recommended, the kids ran around playing with their friends and the adults enjoyed dancing and cocktails. Emma had gracefully requested apple cider in her glass, hoping to prevent any speculation about her alcohol avoidance at the reception.

After hours of dancing with her husband, Emma left him to dance with their children while she took a break. She slid her heels off, rubbing her feet as she sighed in relief at finally being off of her feet.

"You're pregnant." Emma stiffened at her best friend's voice as she slid into the seat next to her. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. She knew. How the hell did she do that? Could Mary-Margaret sniff out hormone changes?

"I…uh…what?" Emma mentally kicked herself for being an idiot. Way to make it obvious, Emma.

"You're my best friend. I just know. I'm right, aren't I?" Emma didn't respond, barely nodding her head in response. Killian made his way back to the table and joined his wife, taking one of her aching feet into his lap and rubbing it gently.

"You knocked her up… again?" Regina said to Killian, startling all of them. Who knew when she'd joined the conversation, that woman was a ninja sometimes…

"Well, love, with these two in the know, I'd say the secret is out for all. What do you think?"

Emma smiled widely. "I guess so. What a shame." She leaned in a gently kissed her husband. "Ready to cut the cake? Killian nodded and stood, offering his hand to his bride and helping her stand and balance to put her shoes back on.

After cutting the cake, and trying to hold in laughter when Liam slammed a slice of cake into his sister's face (she had to give Killian a dirty look when he high fived his son), Emma was ready to depart for the honeymoon. A ten-day trip to a Disney World resort was exactly what the entire family wanted and needed. However, for the night she and Killian were staying at Granny's Inn while the kids stayed with David and Mary Margaret. In the morning, the family would be jetting off for their fun filled family vacation.

As she and Killian entered the limo, kissing their children goodbye and hugging their friends, Emma's heart swelled with love that she didn't know was possible only a few short years ago. She had a loving husband, beautiful children, a great job, and the best friends a girl could ask for. Everything she'd ever wanted, and some things she had never even imagined, was a reality. And it was a beautiful thing. Thanking the universe for her decision to help a childless person all those many months ago, she joined her husband, cuddling close to him and resting peacefully with her head on his shoulder. They drove off into the sunset together.

THE END.