One last time, just so you all know how awesome these people are... My amazing betas for the duration of this fic were the-lady-of-misthaven and zengoalie. Then there is o-u-a-timer who, literally, is the reason I even stuck with this fic. These three ladies pushed me so much when it came to this fic. I am a better writer simply because of them. I cannot thank you enough Mona, Lady, and Amy.

Here it is... the epilogue. I hope you all like it. This fic has been my baby. It's the first fic I put my entire heart and sole into. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it and I hope you find the ending to be exactly what you needed.

I am not sure when my next mult-chapter will be. I have one that I am working out the kinks on, but I want to get it mostly written before I post... and seeing as I am currently teaching full time, working on my second masters degree, and have a family to take care off, I am not sure when that will be. There will be some short one-shots to hold you over until then.

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Three years ago.

Killian glared out at the scene occurring in their front yard. There were paparazzi everywhere. It seemed that no matter how many interviews he'd agreed to do, they would simply not leave him and Emma be. When he quit the band, he knew there would be ramifications… he just never thought they would still be happening three months later.

"You know…" Her voice came from behind him. He turned his head to meet her twinkling eyes. "Staring at them isn't going to make them go away."

He huffed in annoyance and pivoted to pull her into his arms. His nose buried in her hair and he breathed in her scent. "I know, love. I just had plans for a lovely picnic at the park today and those wankers are preventing me from taking my lass out."

She rubbed her nose against his chest as she pressed herself further into his arms. He marveled, and not for the first time, at the feeling of her. His lips formed a straight line. Not too long ago, he'd thought he would never have this again. But, he had been wrong.

So much had happened in the past three months since Emma had agreed to move back in. They had continued in seeing Dr. Hopper and their relationship was that much better for it. Emma had also continued her solo sessions as a way to deal with her own personal issues. It turned out that there were loads of bands willing to hire the great Killian Jones as a lyricist, so he had no trouble finding work.

In short, they were happy. Dare he say, happier than they had ever been… even in the beginning. The one thing he was not happy about was the fact that the paparazzi had taken to camping out just outside of their gate everyday. Apparently, him leaving the band was still interesting news even weeks later.

"What if…" He tilted his head down and caught her biting her lip. A grin broke out as soon as their eyes met. "What if I told you I wasn't really feeling up to going out today anyway?"

The smirk on her face gave her intentions away completely, but he did so enjoy teasing her. He scratched his neck.

"Would you rather watch a movie, love, or perhaps read a novel?"

She shook her head. "Nope. I'd like to do something more...enjoyable."

He leaned his forehead against hers as he tried to steady his heart. "Enjoyable you say? What did you have in mind?"

"Oh. I think you know." She pressed her body against his and he bit back a groan.

"Aye, I think I do." He hooked his arm under her knees and drew her body upwards. His lips found hers moments later as he made his way to the stairs.

Like he said, happy.

Emma's eyes shifted between the two outfits laying next to her on the bed. It really really shouldn't be this hard to pick one. It was just… this meeting was important. If even one thing went wrong they wouldn't be able to… She shook her head. Everything would be perfect. It had to be. Perfect, just like the past three years had been.

She couldn't stop her lips from forming an easy smile. Killian had slipped right into the songwriter role for his previous band, as well as many others. In return, she had cut back on the amount of hours she worked during the week. They had spent the last three years focusing solely on their marriage, on who they were as individuals and what they needed in order to be happy.

It had been a long road, one that wasn't always easy, but they got there. Just as Killian always said they would. Her head tilted and she caught sight of the photos on her bedside table. The first one was the same one that she'd always kept there. The same one that Killian had looked for and instead found her paperwork from the hospital. Next to it, however, was the new addition. In the photo, they stood in front of their bench, her in a white sundress and him in his slacks, button up, and no tie, while they exchanged marriage vows again.

Renewing their vows was something they had talked about doing for awhile. It had meant a new beginning, one where they could leave all of their hurt, all of their mistakes, and all of their pain, behind. They'd kept it simple, just their closest friends in attendance. Having it at their bench had been an easy choice. That bench was where she'd agreed to give their marriage another chance, it was only fitting that their new marriage start there, too.

That had been a year and a half ago. Her hand brushed over the fabric of the sundress on the bed. A year and a half and now they were preparing for what could be the biggest meeting of their lives. That was, if everything went the way they had hoped and planned for.

From downstairs, she heard Killian shut the front door. A moment later, his voice travelled up the steps.

"Emma, love? Are you ready? We need to go now, if we don't wish to be late."

Her hand clenched around the fabric of the dress as she pulled it to her chest. He sounded just as nervous as she felt. Which, if she were honest, was comforting. It let her know he wanted this as much as she did, that he was in this with her. She stood up from the bed and slipped into the dress.

Taking one last glance in the full mirror on the wall, she turned and walked out of the room. Hopefully, by the time she was back in this house later they would have everything they'd ever wanted.

His leg bounced uncontrollably. In front of him sat Mr. Darling as he shifted through the paperwork. To his left, Emma shifted in her seat. Her back was stiff, eyes trained on the man in front of them. Their hands were intertwined between them and he lightly squeezed her smaller hand in reassurance. Her eyes met his and the corners of her lips lifted ever so slightly. She was nervous.

Bloody hell, he was nervous. They had worked so long and so hard to reach this place, to make it to this step. The idea that something as trivial as paperwork could keep it all from happening… it was almost too much.

He combed the fingers of his free hand through his hair and returned Emma's smile. Mr. Darling cleared his throat in front of them. Killian looked over just in time to see the man set the paperwork on his desk.

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Jones… it seems all of the paperwork is in order."

It was like a weight had been lifted. He felt his shoulders sag as he released a breath. Emma's body relaxed next to him.

"Truly?" Her voice was a soft murmur in an otherwise silent room.

Mr. Darling smiled widely. "Truly, Mrs. Jones. Now if you will just follow me. I believe we have the room set up for you."

Killian watched as Mr. Darling rose from his chair and made his way to the office door. His gaze shifted to Emma and he could see the tears in the corner of her eyes. He moved on impulse and pulled her into his arms, a hand rising to cradle her head.

"It's okay, love. We did it. It's really happening." He placed a kiss atop her head.

"I know." She mumbled into his shirt. "I love you, Killian Jones. So much."

His hand flexed in her hair and he closed his eyes gently. There was a time when he never thought they would be here, again. But they were.

They were.

His eyes were blue, like Killian's, but everything she'd read told her they may change eventually. The thing that wouldn't change were the dark curls. For being only a month old, he had a lot of hair. She rocked slowly in her chair, it was almost an involuntary response to the situation. Looking into his eyes, she felt like her heart would burst from her chest.

The door to the room opened and Killian walked in a moment later. She lifted her eyes to meet his. He had stopped just inside, his eyes full of wonder, of happiness, of love.

"How's he doing?" He whispered as not to startle their son. Their son.

She smiled. "He's perfect." Her thumb gently caressed a chubby cheek.

"Just like his mum." He had moved to kneel next to her, his hand wiping across the tiny forehead. "Welcome home, Liam Jones. Your mother and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

HIs eyes met hers and she felt the tears forming once more. Her heart, her body, so full of happiness she felt like she would explode with it. She realized, then, that it had all been worth it because it had led them here. It had led them to each other.

It had led them to Liam.

She remembered that at one time she'd felt she would never be a mother because of all she has lost, but she'd been wrong. Being a mother wasn't a biological thing… it was something else entirely.

It was what she was now, as she held her son in her arms.

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