Let's raise out glasses, the epilogue is here!

I wanted to thank everyone, the ones who have been from the beginning and the ones that joined later - thanks for staying despite my long absences. And especially, a big thanks to my beta, sometimes co-writer and dear friend, cyr1988, without whom I wouldn't finish this story.

Emma paced from one side of the room to the other at a high speed. She was chewing on a lock of her hair, a bad habit from her childhood that she did to alleviate her anxiety.

"Will you stop? You're making me nervous," David demanded.

"Why is taking so long?" Emma walked towards him and then looked at the wooden door in front of her, "Oh gods, what if something happened to them? What if the baby died? What if they both died?"

"Emma, stop," the King placed his hands on Emma's shoulders, "They are going to be fine."

"How can you be so calm!"

"Someone has to be the calm one," David answered, "I always thought I'd be the one panicking, taking into consideration that is my child and my wife in there."

"My godchild!"

David chuckled, because, of course Emma would take the responsibility so seriously, "Why don't you go to bed and try to get some rest?"

"I don't want to sleep."

"Fine. But, can you go to the kitchen and get me something to eat?" her cousin requested. "I haven't eaten since breakfast," he added.

Emma nodded. David was eating his breakfast when he heard of Snow going into labor. David left as soon as possible. The blonde doubted he left the waiting room to grab some food.

"I'll go check if there's some leftovers," the woman commented and started walking down the hallway.

She was almost at the stairs when she heard her cousin calling her name again; she turned around when David mentioned, "I wouldn't mind if you took your time coming back. I feel that you need some time to cool off."

"I'll grab something and come back."

The Swan castle was quiet. Everyone had either gone to bed or was waiting for the news about their new heir. Besides the occasional soldier walking around, doing the work for night rounds, Emma was all alone. She didn't mind the solitude though, it was the only time when she could hear herself think. And now, she could hear herself worrying over Snow and the unborn child.

Finding the kitchen was never a problem, not even for someone who had never been in the castle. You could smell the freshly baked cookies from at least seventy meters. From there, you just had to follow the scent and voila!

Tonight, they were baking something with cinnamon. Her stomach rumbled, silencing any worries that she had. Maybe she also could grab something to eat for herself as well, she reasoned as she opened the door.

Whatever she was hoping to see in the kitchen, a heavily pregnant brunette talking to the chef while eating a cinnamon roll was probably the last thing she had in mind. They turned around when they heard the door opening and Regina couldn't hide a smile as soon she saw her blonde knight.

"Hello, darling."

"You should be in bed," Emma commented before placing a kiss on the brunette's forehead and moved to sit next to her.

"We were hungry," the brunette provided as an answer for breaking her unofficial curfew.

"Of course you were." Emma shook her head because Regina had developed a ferocious appetite. How she didn't look like a huge ball was something Emma couldn't fathom, not when Snow was three times her usual size and ate half of the amount of what Regina ate.

The chef decided some privacy for the couple was needed and snuck out to his room. Once they were alone, Regina commented, "It's hardly my fault that our child inherited your appetite!" She raised the roll before adding, "I mean, I usually don't eat foods with cinnamon! I abhor cinnamon!"

Emma chuckled and caressed Regina's belly. "I bet that's just one of the many charming traits the baby inherited from me," she said as she leaned down a bit to talk to Regina's stomach, "Isn't that right, kidlet?"

"Don't call our child that."

"Well, we don't have a name," Emma reasoned with her. Regina fell quiet to the answer and looked down at her belly, trying to imagine the baby that was growing inside of her.

"Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?" she whispered.

"Honestly, I don't care," the blonde answered as she cupped Regina's cheeks with both her hands and raised the brunette's head. "I care for the gender of our first child as little as I cared for the gender of my true love. I know I'm going to love our child, just as I love you, with all my heart and will always until my last breath."

Regina's eyes teared a little bit. She would later blame the hormones for that, but, at that moment she just said what was on her mind, "You, Emma Swan, are perfect."

"Funny, I remember your grandfather specifically stated that I was Emma Mills when we got married," Emma joked as she brushed the tip of her nose against Regina's.

"Maybe for the rest of the world, but for me, you'll always be that Swan girl who stole a kiss from me before jumping off a balcony."

She hummed in response to the memory of their first moment together. "The only reason I jumped off that balcony was because I wanted to show off."

"Yes, nothing impresses a lady more than nearly dying in front of her."

Emma laughed and then pressed her lips against Regina's, not escalating it into a full-blown passionate kiss because they were in the kitchen. Regina was the one who broke the kiss; her pupils were dilated with lust, but then she seemed to remember something.

"Did Snow already give birth?"

"I forgot I had to bring food to David!" was Emma's answer and she placed a cinnamon roll on a dish and stood up.

"Wait for me," Regina reached for Emma's free hand and stood up, even though it took her a little bit longer than it did for Emma, "We deliver the cinnamon roll and then we go to bed."

"I don't feel like sleeping, Regina."

"Good," the brunette smirked and then she leaned into Emma to whisper in her ear, "Because sleeping is the last activity I have in mind right now."

"You'll be the death of me."

"And we'll enjoy every moment of it!" Regina answered with a smug smile and started walking, leaving a dumbstruck Emma behind. The brunette made sure to put a bit of a swing to her hips as she walked and the blonde didn't understand how a pregnant woman could be so sexy.

"You'll be the death of me," she repeated, this time to herself, before jogging to catch up with her wife.

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That night Prince Neal, heir to the Swan Kingdom was born.

Four months later, his Highness Henry, second of His Name, heir to the Mills Throne, Swan Prince, White Knight, and the joy of his mothers' lives joined the world.

Never did Regina and Emma imagine a more perfect happy ending and a promising beginning to their love story.