Not really long final author's note:

So this be the end, my friends. This in the final installment in this particular story and honestly I'll admit that it didn't turn out the way I was hoping that it would. This story, really I was exploring with the whole 'First person' idea since I have always written in third and clearly I need some more practice with it. I'm happy that I now know that and that is all thanks to you guys.

Thanks for sticking around till the very end.

Love you and drive safely.

I did not own anything when I began and that status remains the same as I stamp the final 'The End' onto this story.

Epilogue-

Candace POV

I married him. I was literally two months away from giving birth when I donned that white dress and walked down that aisle. Isabella had planned the whole thing insisting that she was part of the reason that the wedding was happening and needed to help out even more.

And be in the wedding herself as my maid- of- honor. I didn't argue though Stacy did when she found out. She had been so certain that she would be in that position and I'll admit if I had gotten married a year ago then she would have been. But now things were a lot different. Isabella had become an amazing friend to me and truly a real savior. If it hadn't been for her then…well I'm not sure where I would have been today. She really is a true friend.

After what I had happened with Yuki I had said that I would never again trust a man. That I would rather live in solitude than live through that pain once again…but with him it was different. He made me feel like everything that happened didn't matter anymore. He saw me for the person that I was and not from the sins that I had committed and I loved him for that.

He made me feel beautiful and loved.

And more than just a pretty piece of flesh.

And he still did, every time he made love to me. I would never call it under any other word and as far as I was concerned Yuki had never touched me like that and my son belonged to Jeremy. Yuki didn't deserve it.

The first time that I held my baby boy, Jeremy looked at me and smiled. He smiled like the sight before him was the most beautiful that he had ever laid eyes on and that he dared me to deny it. It was then that I said, Thomas.

Without any explanation we both knew that the name was perfect and didn't need to be discussed. So we named our baby Thomas and he was the most beautiful baby boy to ever wake up his mommy with his wails at four in the morning. We loved him anyway.

It was a few weeks later when Isabella died. It was months later still that Phineas told me the reason why she was no longer with us. I should have known that they would try and pull something like that. What surprised me however was how he didn't seek revenge and when I asked him why, he simply said: "he doesn't deserve to see me sink to his level."

Phineas led lectures at the university in his spare time. To make sure that everything that happened would not go unsaid. I worried about him constantly. I once brought up the topic of him remarrying and had gotten look that bluntly said: how could you even think of such a thing?!

He only ever took interest in Thomas. He would take him out sometimes and would disappear into the forests. Thomas would then in his toddler slurs retell me the stories that uncle Phineas had told him and the things that he had shown to him. The fairies, the nymphs and sometimes Ferb depending on what duties he had that day. Considering he was going to be the leader of his tribe someday, he had plenty to do constantly.

Thomas absolutely adored him and would talk for hours on end about every little thing he had told him. Phineas was still cold and distant around others but for Thomas and sometimes for me, he was everything that he used to be, the inventor, the explorer…

As for mom and dad, they eventually retired and moved out of the palace and into a small cabin on the edges of the estate. Father still spent his time constructing furniture, he just never sold any of it. He would gift it to people who needed it but never charged a cent. He was paid for life so there was no need for him too. And mother would come and help me with Thomas every single day and was the best grandmother a child could have.

Jeremy still worked even though he was now indirectly of royal status and didn't need too. But to him his time spent with his horses was not work. It would never be work if he continued to love it so.

And in time Thomas eventually had a younger sister. She resembled her father in nearly every way possible and we named her Suzy.

So really I guess you could say that it was a 'happily ever after' after all. But I won't because life is not about 'happily ever after's'. Life was a crazy, messed up chain of events that will either make you or break you. Depending on if you let it, But if you except everything that life throws at you in stride then you'll do just fine.

There were fights that made me reconsider everything that we had together. Fights that left us both out of breath and so in raged that it made us both consider everything, There were times when Thomas or Suzy would fall off a horse or get bitten by a fairy. There were times when life just seemed so impossible that I just wanted to give it all up.

But then I would take a deep breath and remember the good moments that made the bad look tiny in comparison.

My first real kiss, seeing my baby boy for the first time, every time that Jeremy and I made love, the laughter and the smiles, the sun on our backs on a warm summer's day and most importantly the feeling of love all around.

Love really is a beautiful thing.

And somewhere in the lonely universe one lone star gave it's last glow and faded into the cosmos, yet another blossomed in it's place, a light eternal in the dark, signaling the start of a new beginning.

The End