Ok so let me just start by saying a huge thank you to everyone who has gone on this little adventure with me and to each one of you who has encouraged me. The response to this fic has blown me away and just thinking about you all is actually making me emotional.

I really hope you enjoy this final chapter (and little Epilogue I added at the end) I'll save the rest of my notes until the end!

(5 Years Later)

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a treat for you tonight, our guest is a Michelin star chef, a multiple Grammy award winning artist, restaurateur, New York Times bestselling author, and 2017's sexiest man of the year, now about to release his autobiography, 'Recipe for Disaster', we are joined tonight by Killian Jones!"

The crowd erupted as Killian walked on stage; the host, Sidney Glass, stood to shake his hand and then signalled for him to take a seat on the couch. Killian gave the audience a wave and a shy grin.

"What can I say? They love you Killian!" Sidney beamed.

Killian chuckled nervously, looking back to the audience smiling widely. "It feels very undeserved but thank you!"

"Not at all, not at all, let's have a look at your credentials here, I actually can't believe you've waited this long to write an autobiography because you have had an incredible life already; at the age of 18 you were a member of a platinum record selling band, The Lost Boys, then a tragic accident ended that career and you could have just given up but instead you did something no one expected..."

"Yeah..." Killian grinned nervously.

"You went to culinary school and worked your way up to Michelin star level making a name for yourself in France and then moving to the U.S. to open arguably New York City's most prestigious restaurant!"

"Thanks Sidney, it all sounds very impressive when you say it like that but at the time I wasn't really thinking about it that way." Killian admitted.

"So what was the decision process to change career from melodies to menus?"

"Ha, yes well I guess it does seem odd but at the time I could no longer play guitar since I lost my hand in the accident and after a few months of sinking deep into depression my manager, Leroy, talked me into trying something new, I'd always liked food and I was drawn to the creativity of it and the sense of control I felt constructing a dish. It was almost like therapy for me."

Sidney picked up a copy of Killian's autobiography showing it to the audience and cameras. "One of the things that struck me reading this is how you've really fought for everything you have; you've suffered great losses along the way but you seem to have a knack for rising above your circumstances, you're quite the survivor. Where do you pull your strength from?"

Killian rubbed behind his ear while he thought about his answer. "At first I guess it was a case of fight or flight and I have just always been the type to fight, I'm stubborn and pretty relentless. It really was just a case of survival...that changed when I met my wife. I know it sounds cheesy but my life had new meaning, a new purpose; I'd never met anyone like her before and her belief in me made me strong, it made me want to be the man she saw when she looked at me." He blushed as the audience 'awwwwed' talking about Emma in public was always difficult for him, he felt so protective of his family. "So I guess what I'm saying is that now I draw my strength from my family"

"Is it difficult balancing your personal and professional life? You have some very...how should I say this, passionate fans who are deeply invested in your personal life."

Killian chuckled again, "I love my fans, they're great and without them I wouldn't have achieved half the things I have, especially when it comes to my music career, I'm very grateful for them and 99% of the time they're wonderful, I've had a lot of really great experiences interacting with fans."

"But they have a history of being very opinionated about your love life" Sidney prodded.

Killian thought for a moment, "Look, it can get a little awkward when fans confuse my personal and professional life, I've worked with incredible people, and some of them I've formed real friendships with but my wife, Emma...she's the love of my life."

The crowd 'awwwed' once again.

"You talk a bit in your book about the tragedies you've faced in your life, some while in the public eye; did that add more pressure to the situations?"

Killian found himself regretting not putting more limits on what could and could not be asked in this interview. He knew Sidney was harmless and just trying to ask what would interest people but he couldn't help but feel like he was being scrutinised before the world, his private life lying open and exposed. Every time he remembered Henry laying there on the ground in a pool of blood his heart constricted. He and Emma had had countless discussions about whether or not they should speak publicly about Henry's attack finally deciding that since the police reports were public knowledge it would be better to face it head on then to stay silent and let rumours run rampant. They'd met with their lawyers and Leroy to decide which details to release and which to keep to themselves. Killian had insisted they keep Walsh, and Gold's suspicions that Henry could be Emma's biological son, out of it, not wanting Emma's past to be brought up again. Instead he requested focusing the attention on Gold's dislike of him because of his and Milah's affair since that was public knowledge anyway. Even though years had gone by Killian still found the whole ordeal difficult to talk about.

/

The screams cut through their dreams violently pulling them from their sleep.

"Henry!" Emma whispered while jumping out of bed and running down the hall to her son's room. Killian was at her heels, his heart thumping while a tsunami of adrenaline crashed over him. "Not again" he thought to himself as he rushed to his son's side.

Henry was thrashing around in his sleep, sweat pouring from his body and his face contorted in terror. It had happened multiple times since bringing Henry home from the hospital but the frequency didn't make each episode any less terrifying.

"Henry, we're here son, its ok" Killian tried to reassure the boy whose eyes were still tightly shut.

"Henry, wake up, please kid, wake up" Emma begged while rubbing her hand on his back.

His eyes flew open "mom! Dad!"

"Shhh, we're here lad, we're right here" Killian soothed his son. Henry threw his arms around Emma and Killian wrapped his around them both. "You're safe Henry; we're not going to let anything happen to you again."

He lay back down and was asleep again in seconds.

"That's the third time this week" Emma looked worryingly at her husband, "perhaps we should book more frequent appointments with Dr Hopper?"

"He said it would take time, Emma, and that we just need to be patient and be there for Henry when he needs extra comforting. He's been through a lot, the physical therapy, his meetings with Dr Hopper and settling into his new home and family. We'll get through this love, I promise." He cupped her cheek in his palm, gently stroking her face with his thumb.

/

Killian looked at the audience and then took a deep breath and answered, "The thing is, when you are going through something like that you're so focused living in that terrible moment that you're very much unaware of what is going on in the world. I couldn't tell you anything that happened outside of those hospital walls during that month, and even for the months following when we brought Henry home, everything took a back seat to our family because at the time that was literally the only thing that mattered. And we were lucky to be in a position where we could drop everything else. I realise there are people every day facing horrible trials who have to put on a brave face and go to work or fulfil other responsibilities and I have a tremendous amount of respect for anyone in that situation."

Sidney nodded his head in agreement as Killian spoke.

"As far as the public response, it wasn't until after we brought Henry home and things started to settle down that we were aware of the huge outpouring of love and support and we were just really touched by it."

"And how is Henry?" Sidney asked.

"He's great!" Killian relaxed a bit now they were moving onto happier subjects. "He's the smartest lad and just amazes us every day."

"And you've expanded your family as well, congratulations by the way."

Killian beamed, "Yes, we adopted our 18 month old daughter, Evie, and we were able to bring her home last week, she is just beautiful."

"That's wonderful and it also brings me to the next thing I want to talk to you about, you have opened a private High school and culinary school?"

Killian straightened up in his seat, this was what he was really here for. "That's right, Sidney" he said, "my wife and I have opened a boarding school for kids in or leaving foster care with no families to go to or who are homeless. There is also a culinary academy they can chose to attend once they finish high school. It isn't grade dependant and tuition and room and board is free but the students all have jobs involving the upkeep of the property and they learn how to cook and other life skills too so that when they leave they are qualified to work in a restaurant so they have a means of income, social skills equipped to contribute to society so they have a sense of purpose, and lifelong friends and a support group so they always have people to turn to when life gets tough."

"That's incredible, what led you to start this up?"

"I had a tough childhood myself and if it weren't for my manager Leroy personally investing in me there's no telling where I would have ended up. I feel passionately that no matter what hand you are dealt in life if you're a hard worker, and if you surround yourself with the right people you can rise above your circumstances and have a happy, fulfilling life. Every young person at my school has to put in the time and effort, nothing is handed to them on a silver platter, we're just there to assist and to give them the right tools to be the best people they can be."

EllianTrueLove: ugh! Why does he have to talk about his boring wife!

ElsaKillianstan: EllianTrueLove ikr! Just tell us when you're seeing Elsa next!

mrskillianjones: but seriously, how do I get myself in that school, can you imagine Killian being your teacher! Hello professor ;)

ElsaArendelleLive: can't wait to perform at tonight's charity concert for the Jones Culinary Academy!

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Killian pulled up to the house in his black Audi R8, 48 hours in L.A. for interviews and promotion felt like an eternity. He was no stranger to traveling for work but with Evie so little and after only just welcoming her home leaving her was torture. Emma had FaceTimed twice a day so he could read to her, play peek-a-boo, and sing 'Itsy Bitsy spider'(her current favourite) but nothing compared to holding their little bundle in his arms.

Stepping out of his car he could hear banging coming from behind the house. He followed the sound around the side of their home, surrounded by woods until he walked round to the back. The back yard had a gradual slope down to their own private beach on the lake, framed by the Adirondack Mountains he'd come to associate with home. The sun was low in the afternoon sky, bouncing blindingly off the glass-like surface of the water. Down on the beach he found his teenage son with a large rock in hand banging it against some wooden planks. A smile crept across Killian's face, what adventure was the lad involved in now?

"I think it's safe to assume it's sorry for whatever it did to provoke your wrath."

Henry's head shot up, "Dad! You're back."

"Aye and just in time by the look of things, what the devil are you doing?" Killian nodded at the rock in Henry's hand.

"Building a raft...or trying to..."

Killian looked from the boy to the rock and then back to Henry. "You know we have tools in the shed, right?"

Henry shuffled on his feet "I wanted to do it as if I was stranded on an island..."

"What if we were stranded together?" Killian offered, "I could help you make it,"

Henry scratched his head while he looked down at the pile of wood "I guess I could use some help...don't you have a big event tonight you need to get ready for?"

"I have a couple hours, doesn't take long to make me look handsome" he winked as Henry rolled his eyes at his father. "Just let me go say hi to your mom and sister and I'll be right back with some tools"

Henry folded his arms across his chest, "but that'll take forever! You never just say 'hi' to mom, you'll start kissing her and then you'll not stop and I won't see you for hours..." he rolled his eyes once more.

Killian cackled, giving his son a friendly pat on the back, "it's not my fault! I'm lucky enough to be married to the most incredible woman in all the realms; it'd be a crime not to kiss those lips as often as I can!"

"Ew, Dad!"

"Ok, ok, one kiss for each of the lovely lasses in our family and then I'll be back to do manly stuff!" Killian teased.

"Killian, you're home!" Emma called from the back door; she was holding Evie on her hip while the toddler waved frantically at him. His face lit up and he bounded up the steps and across the decking to them.

"Remember, just one!" Henry shouted from the beach.

"What's that all about?" Emma asked, curling her arm around her husband's waist and leaning in for a kiss.

Killian hummed while pressing his lips against hers, relaxing as he breathed in her perfume and felt her nose nuzzle against his. He was home. He slowly pulled away and said "I'll make it up to you tonight"

He could feel Evie squirming in Emma's arms, her little chubby arms reaching out for him. "Come here princess, where's Daddy's kiss?" He leaned in to kiss his daughter but instead she blew raspberries in his face, drenching him in drool much to Emma's amusement.

"You told her to do that didn't you?" He accused his wife, who at that moment he was genuinely concerned was going to wet herself she was laughing so hard.

"No...honestly...I didn't" she managed between snorts.

"That's enough you two" he pouted, "I'm going to go build a raft with my son and sail somewhere I can get a bit of respect"

"Bon voyage" Emma giggled.

She sat perched at her vanity concentrating on her reflection, her tongue sticking out slightly as she pinned the last few stray locks of hair in her up do for that night's event. In the mirror she could see the bedroom door behind her opening and a drenched Killian staggering through. His clothes were so soaked they were like a second skin clinging to his body while his dark hair was plastered to his head, raining drops of water.

"What the hell, Killian?" She spun around to face him.

"I'll not be adding 'raft builder' to my resume anytime soon!"

"Is Henry..?"

"He's fine, love, I tested it first…it didn't pass."

Emma stifled her giggles, then noticing him shaking she hurried over and started to help him peel off his wet clothes.

He stood there silently letting her pull off his jacket, sweater, and then t-shirt while he watched her intensely. Her eyes met his and a blush immediately covered her cheeks as she looked up at him through her long eyelashes. 6 years together and he could still slay her with one look. A drop of water dripped from his hair, she followed its journey down his neck where that one vein pulsed, into the little dip under his Adam's apple, past his collarbone and soaking up in his dark chest hair. She bit her bottom lip and found his eyes again boring into hers. She reached down to unbuckle his belt, her gaze not leaving his.

"Emma...I missed you"

There was something about his voice, his English accent low and gruff, he somehow sounded both lost and found at the same time and knowing she was doing this to him made her stomach churn in the most wonderfully torturous way.

"You're here now" she said, not so innocently. How was it possible they were this desperate for each other after just 2 days apart?

He gave a half smile, slightly relieved she'd unzipped his jeans, which were growing tighter by the second. "You look beautiful; I don't want to mess up your hair."

"I don't give a fuck about my hai-"

He captured her in his kiss and every fibre of her body begged to never be set free. She grew weak as he devoured her, his fingers sinking into the small of her back so tightly she was pressed against his damp, firm body. He was just beginning to slide her robe from her shoulders when Ruby's voice called loud and clear from the other side of their bedroom door, "Killian, Leroy is here."

"Bloody hell" he whispered, resting his forehead against hers. "We need to find him a woman."

Emma licked her lips savouring their kiss then smiled sympathetically, "you go get a shower, I'll explain to Leroy and see you downstairs."

She started to turn away to the door but was stopped by his refusal to release her hand.

"Killian?"

"I love you Emma Jones"

"I love you too"

Emma stepped downstairs a few minutes later in a champagne coloured A Line O-Neck ankle length tulle dress with an embellished Swarovski crystal belt.

"Wow mom, you look beautiful!" Henry exclaimed making all the eyes in the room look in her direction.

"Thanks kid" she nudged Henry with her elbow, trying to ignore the other gasps and murmurs in agreement with her son.

"Now don't worry about the kids, August and I have it covered!" Ruby called from the kitchen where she was trying to feed Evie with great difficulty. The toddler seemed more interested in painting the walls with her food than actually eating it. Emma chuckled at Ruby dodging a flying dollop of pink yogurt.

"I'm not worried, and you guys need all the practice you can get" she winked.

"Easy there!" August blurted out, "I've only just made an honest woman of her"

Emma cracked open a bottle of champagne and poured herself a glass.

"Nervous?" Ruby always was the perceptive one..

"A little, there is a red carpet and press line and they are going to interview me...Killian is so good at answering questions, I find it all a bit overwhelming...last time they complained I didn't smile and that I looked like I didn't want to be there when I was just nervous! I'm not like you, Ruby; you're a natural in front of the camera."

"Well yes, it's true, cameras do love me" she teased. "But seriously, you'll do great, you look drop dead gorgeous and you will have the best accessory - your man candy! Just relax and be yourself, how could they not love you?"

"They'd have to be idiots not to" Killian joined them in the kitchen, walking over to stand by his wife "you're a vision Swan" he gently held her hand bringing it to his lips, keeping eye contact with her as he kissed it and simultaneously gave her a flirtatious wink.

"Ok you two, there are children present you know!" Ruby teased while pushing them both towards the door, "have a wonderful time, we'll be fine."

Emma played with her hands on the drive there, trying to run every possible question she may be asked tonight through her mind and how she should answer them. She wondered how personal the questions would be, or would they just want to know about the school? She mentally recited all the stats just to make sure she knew her facts.

"You'll do brilliantly, love" His voice pierced through her insecurities.

"I'm just ready to get it over with" she admitted. "You're so at ease with it all."

"I've been doing this for 20 years now Emma, there's nothing they can say that hasn't already been said, just be yourself."

"What if I'm not enough?"

Before he could respond the car pulled up at the concert hall. The camera flashes illuminated the red carpet which was a hive of activity and excitement. The driver came round to open Emma's door but before she could step outside Killian quickly grabbed her hand and her attention.

"I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, and then you wouldn't be nervous at all."

"Me too" she sighed, "but for now I just need to suck it up and go out there and face them."

"I'll be right by your side, I will always, always, be by your side."

His uncanny ability to say what she needed to hear never ceased to amaze her even after all these years. She flashed him an appreciative smile before stepping out to face her critics and interrogators.

The noise outside the car was deafening but there was one name that stood out above the rest as it was called over and over. "Killian Jones"

"Killian! Over here! Give us a smile"

"Where's that signature eyebrow Killian"

"Can we get a picture of you with your wife?"

"Who are you wearing?"

"Killian, look over here!"

After what seemed like a lifetime of getting pictures taken Emma moved with Killian to the press line; the part of the evening she had been dreading. The first few stops weren't too bad, much to Emma's relief, most of the questions so far had been directed at Killian and while he made sure to include her in his answers she was happy enough letting him do the talking; he was after all the face of their charity, he was the one who needed to be front and centre attracting funding and celebrity endorsements while she worked behind the scenes overseeing the level of care the students received was up to scratch.

They were nearing the end of the line when Emma tensed seeing the logo on the microphone of the last interviewer they came to. It was the news organisation, if you could call it that, who published the story about her past when she and Killian had not yet announced their relationship, even though Leroy and the lawyers had managed to get them to retract that particular article they'd had what seemed like a personal vendetta against Emma throughout the years posting questionable stories and being the main driving force of all the Killian and Elsa rumours over the years. There was nothing in Killian's demeanour to suggest he was remotely affected by being around them, he was as charming and polite with Larry, the slanderous journalist, as he was with the others, and Emma tried to mimic his professionalism.

"Killian, you must be really proud of this project, how does it feel to be here now for the official opening and celebrating in this way with all your friends in the music industry?" asked Larry, a large middle aged man with a chubby face and unnerving sinister grin. Killian recognised him immediately but didn't allow his disdain for the man to distract him from doing what he came to do.

"It's incredible, Larry, this has been a dream of my wife and I and to see it come to fruition is just amazing for us. To have so much support from our friends and brilliant people coming together to raise money tonight is just the cherry on the top. We feel really blessed."

"You are an inspiration to so many young people out there; you've met a lot of talented successful people in your life; who inspires you?"

Killian wrapped his arm around Emma's waist. "I'm lucky enough to wake up next to my inspiration every morning" He beamed at his wife.

Larry, unimpressed with the picture of domestic marital bliss in front of him, turned to Emma for his next question, "So what is it like having your husband for a boss? He smirked.

"um…well" She stammered.

"We're co-founders." Killian interrupted. "She works with me, not for me, it's a partnership in every way."

He grunted, seemingly unconvinced by his answer, and then still focusing his attention on Emma asked, "Killian really found his fame again with his collaboration both on and off the stage with Elsa Arendelle, are you a fan of hers?"

"I adore that album; so many wonderful things have come of their 'collaboration', as you put it, not least of all I have made a dear friend in Elsa."

Killian grinned smugly, proud of his wife's answer, despite the obvious attempt to trip her up. If his tolerance of Larry was dwindling it all but vanished completely with his next attack on Emma.

"You've been called many things in the media and online by fans from gold-digger to criminal to fake or naive, what would you say to your haters now?"

Killian was about ready to pounce on the troll when Emma held her hand out gently to stop him and looked squarely at Larry, smiling sweetly she replied. "Everyone will come across bullies in their life and for anyone facing negative criticism, personal attacks, for those listening who feel like no one believes in them, that the world is routing for them to fail I would say this; People are going to tell you who you are your whole life. You've just got to punch back and say "no, this is who I am".

Larry's grotesque smile dropped into a frown as Emma's response left him speechless.

"Well if that's all, my wife and I are going to move on inside" Killian couldn't wipe the victorious smirk from his face as he gave Larry a wink and walked away with Emma. "Well that's him put in his place" he whispered in her ear.

Emma glanced at the faces around the room while Killian and Elsa preformed 'Horizon', 5 years on and it was still a crowd pleaser, every person present was swaying to the music, most singing along, and a few across the room had even risen from their seats and started dancing together, their unique moves indicating just how much of the complementary wine they'd been drinking and caused Emma to laugh out loud. She wished Ruby was here, her best friend was the queen of frivolity, she'd have them both dancing on the table in no time.

Killian sang out the last note as the crowd exploded in applause and cheering. He blew a kiss to Emma then hugged Elsa before heading off stage. Next to the stage was Ed Sheeran, Emma cheered enthusiastically when he introduced himself. She didn't believe Killian at first when he said he'd booked him and believed even less that Killian knew him! After days of disbelief she'd been unprepared for the unmistakable English accent on the other end of the phone when he called Killian confirming he could do the event. Her husband still teased her mercilessly for her reaction; the colour draining from her face and mouthing "oh my god" for the rest of that day.

She watched him up on stage, her body swaying and foot tapping as he opened with 'Shape of You'.

"Could I have the honour of this dance?" a voice spoke from behind her.

The smile spread on her face and she spun around to see Killian's hand outstretched. She squealed as he whisked her up and spun her around, pulling her in tight to him while he sang the lyrics in her ear.

"You were amazing up there, Killian" She said as the song came to a close.

"You really thought so? I wasn't sure...you didn't throw any kickers on stage or anything..." he leaned in again to her ear, "or are you saving those for Mr Sheeran?" He teased.

She licked her lips and then brought them close so they brushed his ear as she confessed "who says I'm wearing any"

He body stiffened. "That's bad form Emma, tempting a man like that." He scolded as his eyes dropped to her lips. This was going to be a long night.

Epilogue:

"So what's the surprise? Where are we going for dinner?"

Emma shouted over the noise of all the city traffic, her golden curls cascading down her back as she stepped out of the car at the docks with her husband. It was a warm clear night in New York City with just enough humidity hanging in the air to make her thankful Killian had opted to drive instead of walking the 3 blocks from the restaurant. She could barely contain her excitement about their date night, Killian had been in Italy for three weeks doing a teacher exchange with a culinary school there while Massimo Bottura taught at their school. Emma had to stay because of Henry's schooling and to keep the Jones Culinary Academy and Swan Lake High running smoothly. She knew Killian hated being away from home but he always made up for it when he returned.

"So you want to know where we're dining tonight, well this place is top notch, the most exclusive establishment in the city to be exact!" he replied coyly.

"Does it have a name?" she smirked, she knew her husband well enough to know that as much as he was trying to be mysterious, inside he was bursting to tell her.

"Why, 'The Jolly Roger' of course!" He proclaimed proudly.

Emma's face dropped and her steps slowed, "But we just came from your restaurant…"

"Not the restaurant love" He looked practically giddy. She had no idea what was going on or why they were at different docks to where he kept his boat, or what they were doing at docks at all. "Look" he tilted his head back signalling behind him.

She looked past Killian's manic grinning face, and seeing what he meant she let out an audible gasp.

"Is that…"

"Well no the real one is from a book…Captain Hook isn't actually real, you know."

"Are you sure? Because that looks exactly how I would have imagined…"

"She's pretty isn't she? She's called the 'Lady Washington' and she'd ours for the next few days."

"We're staying there? Can you sail her?" Emma's eyes hadn't left the replica of the 18th century brig bobbing up and down on in the New York harbour.

"Can I sail her? Of course I can!" Killian scoffed, pretending to be offended by her question. "Ok, so it's slightly different from my boat but I've had a few lessons and we won't stray far, we'll stay where the coast guard can easily reach us if needed."

"Well that's a relief" Emma rolled her eyes then grabbing his jacket and pulling him along said, "Come on Captain, let's take her for a spin!"

That night they lay under the stars on a blanket Killian had pulled from a chest in the Captain's Quarters. Two glasses, a bottle of rum, and some scattered plates lying beside them was the only remaining evidence of the picnic they'd just consumed. With full stomachs and fuzzy brains from the rum the two giggled together as Killian did his impression of Leroy all tongue tied at flustered when Emma introduced him to Nova, one of the councillors at Swan Lake High School.

"That's terrible" Emma snorted, "Nova really likes him too! I think this could lead to something."

"I bloody hope so, maybe then we won't have to worry about him interrupting all the…"

Killian's phone started ringing, Leroy's name flashing on the screen. "Speak of the devil" He switched his phone onto silent and poured Emma some more rum.

"So where are your fans saying you are right now?" Emma asked amused. She'd given up twitter once and for all when they brought Henry home from hospital and she saw some particularly nasty tweets about them but Killian still shared some of the crazier fan theories and rumours with her and they'd share a laugh over how wrong the fans got it.

"Well as of this morning the leading theory was that I'm in the Mediterranean on a nudist beach with Elsa for the week." He shrugged.

Emma snorted her rum. "Sounds like wishful thinking! They just want to see you naked!"

"A privilege reserved only for you darling." He winked.

"Scoundrel"

"I prefer dashing rapscallion"

She rose up onto all fours and started crawling seductively towards him then leaning over she pressed her lips against his, a low growl left his lips, "there's the pirate I love." She pulled back looking thoughtful. "You know, maybe you need to write another book…"

"Another one? I just finished the last one! And what pray tell should I call this new book?"

"Recipe for Happiness"

He laughed.

"Think about it Killian, look at where we are, look at where we started and at what we've overcome, you grew up on the streets and instead of becoming another statistic you did something productive you taught yourself guitar and literally played yourself out of the gutter, then when life fought back, broke your heart and took your hand you didn't stop fighting, you learned something else and excelled in that field and then gave the ultimate 'fuck you' to life by making a platinum selling album sans hand! The media saw us and saw we were happy and chose to attack that and we've only grown stronger for it, Gold tried to take our son and instead lost his life, I had the ability to have children ripped from me and yet here I am with two beautiful children of my own and hundreds more I get to watch grow up."

Killian smiled at his wife, he couldn't love her more if he tried. "Well when you put it like that love you're right we are pretty damn amazing!" He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "and what do you think I should write in this sequel?"

"They persisted, and the lived happily ever after."

Please let me know what you think as always lovlies! And if you liked this go have a read of my other fics and drop me a line, I feel like I'm going to miss you all terribly!

I just wanted to address two frequently asked questions

1. I chose to make Henry not Emma's biological son because I thought there was something very beautiful about three orphans finding their home and their family in each other ( and then 4 when little Evie came along)

2. I chose not to have Emma "magically or miraculously" get pregnant because there are women out there who would love to have children and can't for various medical reasons and I wanted to show that you can be just as real a mother without having to actually give birth to a child. Some of the most wonderful mothers are adoptive ones and I wanted this fic to show that.

Thanks again guys, you mean more to me than you could know!