Well, this is it, folks. The epilogue of my first story with this many chapters. It's short and fluffy. Happy reading! Leave a review if you have one!

While Gwen often got glimpses of the future, not even she saw that it would be Vanya and Diego getting married first. Both she and Klaus had engagement rings on their fingers, yet it was Vanya and Diego who waltzed through the Silver's front door the morning of their eighteenth birthday, with wedding bands on theirs. Klaus was adamant that en elopement did not count. As far as he was concerned, the whole ceremony was null unless he was present. Jones pulled his fiancé back into his seat, whispering placatingly into his ear while sending apologetic looks to Vanya and Diego. Five and Gwen, one of whom was more awake than the other, congratulated the couple, happy to see them happy. Everyone present pretended not to hear Five mutter about how it 'took Diego long enough'.

As the Hargreeves and Gwen's eighteenth birthday passed, more changes were made to the living arrangements. Vanya and Diego moved into an apartment not too far from their childhood home with Allison moving into the same building a few months later. Luther decided to do what Diego had done in the previous timeline and enrolled in the police academy along with his girlfriend, Eudora Patch. It was a little awkward between him and Diego for a while, but the two worked it out. Klaus had moved in with the Silvers and Jones shortly after Jones proposed, but as the wedding approached the couple used their inheritance money to buy a townhouse down the street. Seeing how lost Grace seemed without someone to take care of, Monica surprised everyone by moving into the Hargreeves home to keep the robot woman company, leaving the Silver townhouse to Five and Gwen.

Of the officially engaged couples, Five and Gwen got married first. It was a short and sweet ceremony, with only friends and family present. Henry and Annie-May were reluctant to attend, but could not deny the strength of the alliance, no matter the fact that it was a love match. They were shocked to receive an invitation to Monica's wedding a few months later. It came as no shock to anyone that Klaus decided on a lavish ceremony and reception. Five had cursed for weeks afterward as he kept finding glitter in his hair.

When Simon passed away shortly before Vanya and Diego's first anniversary. He had been struggling with a heart condition for some time. In his honor, Monica and Grace turned the Hargreeves home into a home for orphans and abused children, an endeavor supported even by Annie-May and Henry. Five, all too familiar with the traumas children could suffer, worked with them to help the children open up, using his experiences to tell them that it was possible to move on. It had been an unexpected choice, but Gwen was proud of him.

Five looked away from the wall of photos in the sitting room, pulled from his memories by his wife's arrival. Not even three full years had passed since their wedding. They lived alone in the Silver townhouse, for the most part. More often than not, Klaus and Jones came over for dinner. Neither could cook. "Hey," he greeted, kissing her softly, "How was class?"

"The same as yesterday," Gwen replied, sitting beside him on the couch, "What are you doing in here, I thought Vanya and Diego were coming over for dinner?" After much consideration, Gwen had decided to study psychology rather than continuing her dream of being a trauma surgeon. With her abilities, it was a given that becoming a psychiatrist would suit her and while she still kept up her hobby of stitching up her family, because God knows how they survived without her, she was happy with the change. While studying, she had taken up helping out at the orphanage when she was not reforming Ophelia Murphy's. After months of work, she had managed to secure a partnership between the orphanage and the school, ensuring that the children would be educated.

Shifting them so that Gwen was under him on the couch, Five placed a teasing kiss to the hollow of her throat. "They canceled," he muttered against her skin as his hands worked on tugging the hem of her blouse out of her skirt, "They said they had plans with other friends, which means that one or both of them are horny and neither is willing to admit it." He kissed Gwen deeply, searching for the zipper at the back of her skirt as he did so. Before he could pull it down, an invisible force pushed him away and rearranged them so he was lying on his back while his wife straddled him.

"And you figured that it wasn't a bad idea, I take it?" Gwen pulled her blouse over her head as she let her powers undo the buttons on Five's shirt.

Five sat up to allow the shirt to fall off his shoulders, his hands smoothing over the exposed skin of the woman he loved. "Actually, this is usually where my thoughts go when you're around," he replied playfully, "Unless we're competing or having an intellectual conversation, of course." Reaching behind her back, Five undid Gwen's bra and tugged it off so he could attach his lips where he wanted without restrictions. "Speaking of," he panted, pulling away for air, "I read this article—"

"Shut up and take us to the bedroom."

"Yes, love."

Afterward, while Five smugly recounted the number of times Gwen had fallen apart to his touch, the couple lay in bed together in comfortable silence. They had elected to stay in the room they had always slept in, feeling like it would be wrong to move out of the space that had been theirs for so many years. Five had almost dozed off when he felt Gwen tap lightly on his sternum. "Yes, love?"

"What would you say if I asked to redo the bedroom next to the third-floor library?"

"I would ask you why," he replied, looking down at her in confusion, "I thought we agreed to stay in here."

"We did."

"Then why…" He trailed off, sitting up. Gwen sat up with him, nervously chewing on her bottom lip. As per usual with the two of them, words were not necessary. Five saw her memories, the two pink lines, the confirmation from her doctor. It was not something they had planned, nor was it something either of them had been opposed to. He tried to remember when they had forgotten to use contraception, only to come up short as he found that he could not remember a time they had not, at least not since their second anniversary. "So we're having…"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"You know I only have the energy to show feelings for one person."

"I'm that person."

Fingers tracing over Gwen's lower abdomen, Five shook his head. "Not anymore."