"Don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he wanted.

What happened?

He lived happily ever after."

-Willy Wonka and Charlie Bucket (Charlie and the Chocolate Factory)

"Remember how when we first found out about the vow, we didn't even want this?" Fred whispered, slowly maneuvering himself so he was lying beside Scarlett in the St. Mungo's hospital bed. He slowly leaned back against the headboard, overly aware of his movements and almost a little afraid that if he moved too quickly, the tiny baby boy in his arms would disappear with a poof.

"Mm," Scarlett said softly, reaching over and adjusting the blankets wrapped around the baby's body. "What were we thinking?"

"We weren't in love yet," Fred said, "and it actually would be quite silly to have a baby with someone you didn't love, no matter how special babies are."

"I'm so glad we fell in love, then," Scarlett said, resting her head on Fred's shoulder. There was a pause. "I can't believe I let you convince me to name him Peter."

Fred laughed. "It's a perfectly normal name, though! It's not like we named him Hook or anything."

Scarlett smiled. "I know. I like it, but it's just…I know why you wanted to name him that so badly and it's just funny."

"He's so little," Fred breathed. "I forgot how small babies were."

"He's cute, isn't he?" Scarlett asked. "Beautiful, even, I'd say." She nudged Fred as her mouth curled into a smile.

Fred let out a chuckle of his own and looked adoringly down at his son. "Handsome, Scar. He's handsome. Beautiful is what you call girls."

Scarlett snorted. "Whatever you say."

Fred adjusted the blankets some more and continued to stare down at Peter. He certainly was adorable. He already had a faint smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose, and red hair that resembled peach fuzz. His eyes were a deep, sparkling green color, just like Scarlett's dad's had been.

"He's going to be an amazing prankster, just like his dad and Uncle George," Fred stated, grinning down at Peter. He couldn't stop grinning, no matter how hard he tried. He had been grinning ever since Peter had been born only about three hours ago.

Scarlett groaned. "Brilliant."

"But he's also going to be level-headed like his mother, and think things through before he acts. But he's not going to overanalyze, because that's annoying."

"Fred," Scarlett laughed, swatting his shoulder.

Fred glanced at her and smiled. "He's great, isn't he?"

"Mm," Scarlett agreed. "I can't wait to actually bring him home."

Soon after the vow renewal ceremony, Scarlett had moved in with Fred and George, but after about a year and a half later, Scarlett had gotten pregnant. She and Fred both agreed that they would need more room, so they had bought a house.

Now it was mid-October, a little under two and a half years since the war had ended and Scarlett and Fred had a beautiful baby boy. It was amazing how far they had come since they had first heard about the vow.

"Scar?" Fred asked, tearing his eyes away from Peter for probably the first time since he had begun holding him.

"Yeah?" she asked, looking up to meet his gaze.

"What if I can't do this?" he asked, finally voicing the thoughts that had been crossing his mind all day. "What if I can't be a dad? I don't know the first thing about taking care of babies. I mean, what happens if he gets sick? How do we know what's wrong? Or what happens if he simply cries because he can't sleep? How do I know he's not hungry or something? How do I know what to do?"

Scarlett smiled. "Fred, you're going to be a wonderful dad. And as for knowing what to do…it's not always that hard. You just have to try different things and see if they work. You will always know when he needs a diaper change, though.

"That'll be your job," Fred said. "I don't do diapers."

"I'm sure your dad changed your diapers when you were a baby."

"Yeah, well that's him. I don't do that stuff," Fred grinned.

"You're going to have to," Scarlett replied, grinning back and snuggling closer to him. She looked back at Peter and stared at him in awe. "I can't stop looking at him," she whispered. "And I can't stop thinking that he's ours."

Holding Peter snugly to his chest with one arm, Fred moved his other arm around Scarlett's shoulders and kissed her temple. "I know," he whispered.

Scarlett fought back a yawn as she stretched and moved closer to Fred. "I'm so exhausted," she sighed.

"You were incredible today, though," Fred said, smiling at her. "And you delivered quite the stud. He'll be getting all the girls when he's older."

"Just like you, right?" Scarlett giggled.

Fred snorted. "Of course. But I have confidence that in the end he'll pick the girl that's just right for him."

"Just like you?" Scarlett asked, this time as a serious question.

"Just like me," Fred answered, leaning over to kiss her forehead. "Go ahead, get some sleep while you can. If this baby has a Weasley set of lungs, chances are he's going to be able to cry loud enough to wake the whole country, never mind just us."

Scarlett groaned and closed her eyes. "I've never loved sleep more after hearing that."

Fred laughed and turned back to Peter. As Scarlett drifted off to sleep beside him, he studied his son's sleeping face, memorizing every feature. He had been waiting nine long months to be able to meet this baby, and now he was finally holding him. It was beautiful and perfect and peaceful. For now, of course. Because eventually he'd have crying and midnight feedings and diaper changes to look forward to. But even that would be worth it, because he and Scarlett were going to do it together. And as long as they were together, everything was perfect.

Twelve years, ten months and five days. That was how long it had been since Scarlett and Fred had found out about the vow.

Nine years, one month, and thirteen days was how long it had been since the vow had been completed and the war had officially ended.

Six years and eight months previously to the very day, Scarlett had given birth to their first child.

And four years, ten months and six days ago, Scarlett had given birth to a baby girl. Fred had half-jokingly suggested naming her Wendy, but Scarlett had disagreed, and in the end they chose the name Briarly. She had thick, light brown, almost blonde hair and crystal blue eyes that were identical to Fred's.

Having two young children was certainly a challenge. They were always full of energy, especially at bedtime, which made putting them to bed a process. Briarly was a picky eater and hated most vegetables. Peter, on the other hand, would eat anything, which, when he was younger, included plenty of non-edible objects. Scarlett and Fred had to constantly watch what he put in his mouth. Now that he was older, he stuck to food, but he was such a Weasley in the sense that his stomach was apparently a bottomless pit.

Briarly and Peter got along very well most of the time, but the occasions where they did fight were usually because Peter was teasing Briarly. Peter loved teasing his sister and got great fun out of taking her toys and hiding them around the house. He also loved luring her into a bedroom or bathroom and then pulling the door shut, holding it closed and dangling from the doorknob as he laughed and Briarly cried from the other side.

Scarlett wasn't working at St. Mungo's while the kids were home, but was considering the idea of going back once they had started Hogwarts. For now, though, she was home with them, and while she did miss being a Healer occasionally, she loved being able to spend time with her kids.

"Mummy, Peter locked me in the bathroom again."

Scarlett turned around from where she was setting cookie dough on baking sheets at the kitchen counter to see Briarly standing in the doorway, holding her favorite doll to her chest.

"Of course he did," she sighed.

"He only let me out because I threatened to tell you not to feed him dinner."

Scarlett laughed and wiped her hands on a towel before crossing the room and picking Briarly up, resting her against her hip and brushing hair from the young girl's face. "I don't know why you keep letting him lure you into the bathroom in the first place."

"He tells me my dolls are in there!" she cried. "How do I know it's going to be a trick every single time?"

Scarlett laughed again before sitting her daughter on the counter. "Why don't you stay in here with me for now? Dinner's ready and we're just waiting for your father to come home so we can eat."

"Why are you baking cookies?" Briarly asked, sticking her finger in the bowl of cookie dough before proceeding to stick her finger in her mouth.

"Just because," Scarlett smiled, gently picking up her daughter's hand and wiping the mess of stray cookie dough and saliva off of it. "And hands out of the bowl. When I'm done, you can lick the spoon."

"And what's left in the bowl?" Briarly asked.

Scarlett sighed. "It might spoil your dinner."

"It won't, I promise," Briarly said, crossing her heart.

"You're going to have to eat all your vegetables."

"I eat my vegetables every day," Briarly answered.

"And you sulk while you do it because I ordered you to eat them."

"I'll eat them tonight with a big smile on my face if you let me lick the bowl."

Scarlett fought the urge to laugh and roll her eyes. While Briarly didn't look like Fred, she certainly acted like him sometimes. "What if Peter wants to help lick the bowl?" she asked, resuming putting cookies on the baking tray.

"No," Briarly said, "he doesn't. He doesn't get to because he locked me in the bathroom. He was a bad boy."

"Yes, he was," Scarlett said, "but that doesn't mean we love him any less."

"I think it does."

Scarlett shook her head and sighed as she finished setting cookies on the tray and stuck the tray in the oven. She turned and handed the spoon to Briarly, who eagerly stuck the whole thing in her mouth.

Just as Scarlett had started piling up the dirty dishes in the sink to be washed, Peter ran into the room with his toy airplane, making engine noises and waving the toy in the air as if it were flying.

"Peter, honey, go get ready for dinner," Scarlett said.

Peter came to a halt and looked up at her. "Briarly said she was going to tell you I couldn't eat dinner tonight," he said, glancing at his sister, who had moved on to the bowl of cookie dough and was practically gloating at him. "And why does she get the leftover cookie dough?"

"You'll get to eat the actual cookies later," Scarlett said, kneeling down in front of him and brushing his mess of red hair from his face. "And you're still going to be able to eat, don't worry about what Briarly said. But want to tell me what you did to upset her?"

"You already know," Peter mumbled, fiddling with his toy airplane. "She told you. I know she did. She's a tattletale."

"She wouldn't tattle if you didn't tease her," Scarlett said gently.

"But it's fun!" Peter exclaimed.

Scarlett sighed. "You're just like your father."

Peter smiled proudly, as if he had just been paid the highest compliment. "Am I?"

Scarlett couldn't help but laugh. "You are, but you should really try to be nicer to your sister."

"I am nice to her most of the time," Peter said. "And when I tease her, I'm the only one who can. Nobody else can tease her because they aren't her brother."

"Ah," Scarlett said as she heard a popping sound from the front yard. "There's your father now," she said, standing up.

Peter's face lit up as he ran for the front door to greet Fred. Scarlett turned back to Briarly, whose face and hands were messy with cookie dough. She shook her head and took the bowl from her daughter before setting it in the sink and waving her wand, getting the dishes to wash themselves. Then, she started wiping off Briarly's hands for the second time in the past twenty minutes.

"Mummy?" Briarly asked after a moment. "Grandma and Grandpa Weasley are Daddy's mummy and daddy, right?"

"Yes, they are," Scarlett answered.

"And they're also Uncle George's mummy and daddy?"

"That's right. And they're also Uncle Percy's mum and dad. And Uncle Charlie's, Uncle Bill's, Uncle Ron's and Aunt Ginny's. They had seven kids. Isn't that a lot?"

Briarly nodded. "What about you?" she asked as Fred entered the room with Peter thrown over his shoulder. They were both laughing as Fred set Peter down in a chair and turned to Scarlett.

"It smells delicious," he said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her before kissing her cheek. He grinned at Briarly. "Looks like someone got into the cookie dough." He gently wiped some off of her cheek and brought his finger halfway to his mouth before he looked at Scarlett, smirked, and wiped it on the tip of her nose.

"Honestly," Scarlett sighed, rolling her eyes at him as he let go of her and laughed.

"Do that thing with your tongue, Mummy!" Briarly cried excitedly.

"Do it, do it, do it!" Peter chanted.

"The children have spoken," Fred laughed. He gave Scarlett a serious look. "They want you to do that thing with your tongue." He wiggled his eyebrows and Scarlett glared at him.

"Do it, Mummy, please?" Briarly asked. "It's funny!"

Scarlett shook her head and closed her eyes for a second before sticking her tongue out and touching it to her nose, licking the cookie dough off in the process. "Happy?" she asked as Briarly and Peter laughed. She reached for a napkin to wipe her nose, but Fred stopped her.

"I can get that," he said, leaning in and kissing her nose. "Mm, delicious," he said with a grin.

Scarlett smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips before turning back to Briarly. Fred took off his magenta work robes and tossed them over a chair before loosening his tie and sitting down next to Peter. "Dinner will be on the table in a minute. Just as soon as I finish cleaning Briarly's face," Scarlett said.

"Mummy, you didn't answer my question from before," Briarly said as Scarlett wiped cookie dough from her daughter's mouth.

"What is it?" Scarlett asked.

"Are Grandma and Grandpa Weasley your parents, too?"

Scarlett smiled as Fred laughed from the table. "No, they aren't. I married your father, so we don't have the same parents."

"So where are you parents?" Briarly asked.

Scarlett swallowed. She knew she would eventually have to explain to Briarly what had happened. Peter already knew, but she had thought Briarly was still too young.

"They're dead," Peter said bluntly, moving his toy airplane around in the air.

"Hey," Fred said sternly, shooting a look at his son. "And put the toy away. We're going to eat soon."

Peter dropped the airplane to the floor and shrugged. "Well, they are. I remember Mum telling me. She brought me to the cemetery with her and showed me where Grandma and Grandpa are buried. She goes there every January and every March because that's when they died."

"I'm sorry, Mummy," Briarly whispered, noticing the sad look on Scarlett's face.

"It's alright, you didn't know. But yes, they died before you were born." She swallowed the lump in her throat and picked Briarly up. She carried her to the table and set her down in a chair before waving her wand and bringing the dishes to the table. She waved her wand a second time and brought the cookies from the oven, setting them by the sink to cool. Finally, she sat down at the table as everyone began eating.

"How did they die?" Briarly asked after a moment.

Scarlett glanced at Fred, who gave her a tiny, sad smile and picked up her hand, squeezing it comfortingly. Scarlett chewed her lip for a moment. Nine years had passed since her mother's death and twenty since her father's, but it never got any easier to talk about, especially to her children.

"My mother was killed during the war, and my father died in a car accident when I was nine," she said, deciding it would be best to just offer the basics for now.

"Did you cry?" Briarly asked quietly.

"Of course she cried," Peter answered, rolling his eyes.

"I don't like the idea of Mummy crying," Briarly whispered, looking up and meeting Scarlett's eyes. "I wish they hadn't died so you wouldn't have had to cry. And also because I wish I could have met them."

"I wish you could have met them, too," Scarlett whispered. "They would have loved you very much."

"I don't even know what they look like."

"Yes, you do," Peter said through a mouthful of food. "Mum has pictures of them in her room."

"Oh, that's who those people are?" Briarly gasped.

Scarlett actually smiled. "Yes, those are my parents." She looked at her daughter affectionately. "You kind of look like my mother sometimes, Bri. I see a lot of her in you." She looked at Fred. "Don't you agree?"

He nodded as he too stared at Briarly, a loving smile on his face. "I do," he whispered.

Briarly grinned. "That makes me happy because that lady is pretty. Almost as pretty as Mummy."

Fred laughed as Scarlett blushed. She couldn't help but smile a little bit, though.

"What about me?" Peter asked. "Who do I look like?"

"You have my dad's eyes," Scarlett said, "but other than that, you mostly look like your dad and Grandpa Weasley."

Peter nodded in satisfaction as he resumed eating his dinner at almost an inhuman speed.

"And you eat like your Uncle Ron," Fred said, looking at Scarlett and rolling his eyes.

She giggled. "That he does," she answered. "But he still manages to look like a twig." She sighed and leaned back in her chair as she looked from Briarly to Peter. "Honestly, my parents really would have loved you both."

"How come you don't talk about them all that much?" Briarly asked.

"It's hard," Scarlett said, looking down at her hands. "Especially to you two. I hate that you never got to meet them."

"Can you bring me to see where they're buried?" Briarly asked. "You brought Peter."

"You'd really like to go?" Scarlett asked.

Briarly nodded. "I want to say hello and let them know that you really miss them, but you're doing okay because you have me and I love you."

Scarlett's throat constricted, but she swallowed and managed a smile. "That's really sweet, Bri."

"Hey, she's not the only one who loves you," Fred said with a pout.

"But I love her the most," Briarly argued. "And I've loved her since I was born! That was almost five years ago and it's a long time!"

"Yeah, well I'm older than you so it's been almost seven years for me," Peter argued. "So I win."

"Hey, guys," Fred said with a raised eyebrow. When Briarly and Peter looked up, he pointed to himself. "Ten years. I win."

Briarly looked at her dinner dejectedly. "That's not fair. I just haven't been alive that long. It's not my fault."

Scarlett laughed. "Don't worry about it, Bri. I'm not holding it against you. You're still my little peanut."

Briarly smiled. "Okay, good."

After dinner, Scarlett finished cleaning up and allowed Briarly and Peter to have two cookies each. They cheered, grabbed them and ran into the living room, leaving Scarlett in the kitchen, calling after them to remind them to not make a mess.

She turned back to Fred and sighed as the kitchen fell into silence. "I love them, but they wear me out," she said with a tired smile.

"Mm, they're both quite the energetic children," Fred agreed, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him.

"Exactly," Scarlett sighed. "They have so much energy, and I lose energy the older I get. It's not fair."

Fred smiled. "You're not old," he said. "We just turned twenty-nine. If you're old, I'm old."

"You've been old for years," Scarlett joked. "Old and decrepit."

Fred groaned and rested his forehead against hers. "Don't say that," he laughed.

Scarlett kissed him before pulling away and grinning. "I still love you, though."

"That you can say," Fred whispered, pulling her in for another kiss. Finally, he pulled away and grabbed his work robes off the chair. "I'm going to go get changed into more comfortable clothes, and then I promised Peter I'd play wizard's chess with him."

"Does he still try to cheat?" Scarlett asked.

"Every time," Fred answered with a laugh. "But at least he doesn't try to eat the chessmen anymore. That was a nightmare."

"It was during his terrible twos," Scarlett reminded him.

"Well, I am officially glad both of our children are over that stage."

"You sure about that?" Scarlett asked, wrinkling her nose and tilting her head.

"You're right, I'm not," Fred teased as he headed down the hallway. "Meet you in the living room in ten."

"Sounds good," Scarlett called after him.

For the next few hours, Scarlett relaxed on the couch with a book, while Fred sat on the floor in front of her, playing chess with Peter. Scarlett was absentmindedly raking her fingers through Fred's hair while Briarly sat in the armchair near the fire, playing with her dolls.

"If you keep that up I'm going to fall asleep," Fred murmured, resting his head back on the couch cushions.

Scarlett smiled faintly, but didn't look up or stop playing with Fred's hair.

"You can't, Dad!" Peter said. "We're in the middle of a game and I'm winning!"

"No, you aren't," Fred laughed, lifting his head again. "I'm winning."

"No, I definitely am…aren't I?" Peter studied the chessboard intently, his tongue between his teeth and his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Nope, sorry buddy," Fred answered, leaning over and ruffling his son's hair. "Next time, maybe."

Just as Fred and Peter were finishing their chess game (that Fred did end up winning), Briarly let out a huge yawn and rested her head on the arm of the chair as she continued to play with her dolls, her movements slower and a zoned out look on her face.

"I think someone's tired," Scarlett said in a singsong voice.

"No, not really," Briarly said quietly.

Scarlett smiled knowingly and stood up, closing her book and setting it down before crossing the room to her daughter. She picked her up and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Yeah, you are. Time for bed. You too, Peter."

"No, I don't want to," Peter whined. He looked at Fred. "Dad, can't I stay up?"

Fred shook his head. "Listen to your mother, Peter."

Peter stood up and sighed, mumbling under his breath about how wide awake he was. He was halfway down the hallway before Scarlett had an idea.

"Hey, Peter," she called.

He turned around and looked at her. "What?" he mumbled.

"How about a story?"

Peter instantly perked up, and so did Briarly. "Yeah!" they both cried.

"Okay, Peter, go get your pajamas on and we'll meet you in your room in five minutes."

Peter nodded and dashed off down the hallway as Scarlett headed into Briarly's room. Fred followed her and stood in the doorway with a smile on his face as Scarlett knelt down in front of Briarly and began helping her change into her pajamas.

"I swear, these kids are always awake enough for a story," he said, watching Scarlett pull Briarly's pajama top over her head.

"Which one are you telling us today?" Peter asked, ducking around Fred's legs as he raced into his room, his pajamas already on.

"That was fast," Fred laughed.

"I thought I told you I'd meet you in your room," Scarlett said as Peter raced circles around her and Briarly.

"I couldn't wait that long," Peter answered.

"Alright, take a seat," Scarlett said, making herself comfortable on the floor and pulling Briarly onto her lap.

"Dad, come on, sit down and listen to the story," Peter said eagerly, gesturing for Fred to come in and sit down.

Fred smiled and did as Peter said, leaning up against the dresser, his legs bent at the knees and his arms lazily draped over them.

"What story are you going to tell us, Mum?" Peter asked. "Is it another one from Beedle the Bard?"

"No, we've finished those," Scarlett said slowly as she thought about what story to tell them. Finally, she smiled and glanced at Fred before looking at Peter. "Do you know who you're named after?"

"No, who?" Peter asked.

"A character from your father's favorite Muggle fairy tale," Scarlett told him.

Peter instantly brightened. "Really?"

"Really," Fred said with a nod. "Your mother used to tell me this story all the time. I loved it. She gave me the book for Christmas one year, even though we both know the story by heart."

"Okay, let's hear it, then!" Peter exclaimed.

"Go ahead, Scar, tell them," Fred instructed, leaning his head against the dresser and closing his eyes.

Scarlett giggled and took a deep breath. "Okay, here we go. 'All children, except one, grow up'…."

"I'm going to get you, Peter Pan! You're no match for me and my hook!"

Scarlett smiled and pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them as she watched Fred lunge for Peter, who darted away as fast as he could while Briarly flitted around them, taking her role as Tinker Bell very seriously.

The four of them were at the Peter Pan statue in Kensington Gardens. It was a week after Scarlett had told the kids Peter Pan for the first time and she and Fred thought it was appropriate to bring them to the statue soon after. Scarlett was sitting on the grass a few feet away, watching them with a smile on her face. Fred had gotten roped into Peter and Briarly's game, forced to be Captain Hook while Briarly had insisted on Tinker Bell and Peter obviously took on the role of his namesake.

"You'll never win!" Peter cried, running around the statue and pretending to brandish a sword. "You're evil and evil. Always. Loses." He punctuated each word with a jab of his imaginary sword at Fred's chest.

"Ooh, you got me," Fred said, falling to the ground and pretending to be in pain. "Curse you, Peter Pan."

"Now the crocodile can finally eat the rest of you!" Briarly exclaimed, sitting on Fred's stomach and laughing. He grabbed her and began tickling her sides, causing her to squeal and shriek with laughter.

"Wait!" Peter exclaimed, running over to Scarlett. "I still have to save Tiger Lily! Hook had her tied up!" He ran around her, pretending to cut imaginary ropes with his sword. "There! You're saved!"

"Thank you, Peter Pan," Scarlett said energetically, playing along as she laughed. She grabbed Peter and kissed him on the cheek. "You're so brave!"

Peter grinned and bowed. "I know," he answered with a smirk before running back towards the statue, where he and Briarly continued to play.

Fred came over and took a seat beside Scarlett on the grass. He leaned back on his hands and looked at her.

"What?" she asked with a slight giggle.

Fred shrugged. "Nothing," he said as he continued to stare at her. "It's just…I'm glad we came here today."

"Me too," Scarlett whispered.

"I haven't been back since the time you brought me." Fred turned and gazed over at the statue. "If statue Peter was aware of what was going on, what would he be thinking right now?"

"I don't know, maybe he'd be excited that there are kids playing here. But then he'd want me and you to leave. We're adults."

"But you used to come here as a kid."

Scarlett shrugged. "Yeah, but I'm not a kid anymore. Maybe he'd be angry at me for growing up on him just like Wendy did."

"But now he has your children to play with and maybe their children after that. It'll be just like the story." Fred grinned at her. "A never-ending cycle of kids in our family coming to spend time with Peter Pan."

Scarlett smiled back and shifted closer, looping her arm through his and resting her head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head before turning to look back at Peter and Briarly having the time of their lives.

Scarlett sighed contentedly as she watched them. It was amazing, really, how far she had come and how she had changed since she was seventeen. Things hadn't exactly been easy and she had met a few villains along the way, but in the end, they had been defeated. She also had plenty of love and support surrounding her. Erica, the Weasleys, even her parents, despite the fact that they weren't physically present any longer. Last but not least, she had found her Prince Charming and together, they were raising two beautiful children that she loved with all of her heart. Scarlett couldn't help but smile because she knew all of this could mean only one thing: that they all lived happily ever after.

A/N: Uploading this chapter feels so strange considering it's the very last one. I've been working on this story for so long and it's weird to finally be finished with it. know people have suggested a sequel about their kids, and I actually haven't decided on that one yet. Maybe I will write one if I can think of a good storyline.

Also, I'll probably be posting the list of Disney references I used in this story tomorrow night sometime, so if anyone wants to go back and look for some, you have some time :) I was pretty sneaky with some of them too, so you may have to think hard.

Last but certainly not least, I am incredibly glad that so many of you enjoyed this story. Actually, I don't even think glad describes how I feel well enough. It's more like euphoric. You have all been amazing, whether you've been reading from the beginning or from the last update. Thank you for adding it to your alerts and/or favorites and thank you for all the wonderful reviews! I loved hearing from you, honestly. I'm going to miss writing this story, but there will definitely be another one in the future. :)

So, I guess that's it for now, and until next time...Mischief Managed.