A/N: A little bittersweet, but here is the epilogue. I hope you've all enjoyed reading this story. I have a few new ideas that I'm going to venture into soon, so keep your eyes open for those. As always thanks to my awesome beta, Shopowner93, she rocks! Until next time!

Emma eyes the clock on the wall. A smile crosses her lips as she takes in the time. Her finger automatically goes to the ring on her left hand. If someone would have told her that she would end up married and with a family, she would have laughed in their faces. Emma Swan was not the settling down type—at least she didn't used to be. Somewhere along the line, she started to let people in. At first it was only Henry, and it was only because he was her son. Then it was Mary Margaret, and it was only because they took care of each other. But she didn't have any words to describe why or how easy it was to let Graham in. Even if she didn't want to admit it at the time, Graham had a hold over her that very first time that they met. Between the accent, his soulful eyes, and that smile, it was a wonder that every woman in Storybrooke wasn't chasing after him.

The fact that he had chosen her out of every other eligible woman in Storybrooke was an added bonus. Every day at this time, Emma sat on the couch, eying the clock and twirling her wedding band. Sometimes it lasted the full hour until Graham returned home, and sometimes it only lasted a few minutes. That all depended on Gracie, who was nearly a year old. Emma could hardly believe it. It had been nearly two years since she had regained her memory. And almost six months to the day, Emma found out that she was pregnant with Gracie. Graham had been equal parts excited and scared. Though he did have every right, since he had grown up without a family, without anyone to take care of him.

"Hey, mom?" Henry called, as he rounded the corner into the living room.

The house that they had purchased together was small, but absolutely perfect for their small family. Emma turned toward her almost thirteen year son and smiled. Ten years, Emma had lost with him, but the past three years had been so amazing, that it felt like she had been with him his entire life.

"Yes, Henry?"

He skidded to a stop beside the couch, and Emma shook her head. She had hoped that the older he got, the less energetic he would be, but the kid practically was always bouncing off the walls.

"Grandma just called and asked if Gracie and I can stay over there tonight."

Emma's eyebrows pinched together in curiosity. Something was definitely up. Not that her parents weren't great at helping her out with the kids when she needed it, but they hadn't really ever called out of the blue asking to keep them. "Are you up to something?" Emma asked suspiciously.

Henry shook his head. "Grandma is still on the phone if you want to talk to her yourself."

Emma bit her lip to keep from chuckling. She did have to admit the older her son got the more she came to realize that Henry had inherited her attitude. Though, if Emma was being truly honest, she wasn't entirely sure that was a good thing, but it was definitely better than him having his father's personality. The idea sent a shiver down her spine. She shook her head to remove any and all thoughts of Garrett...or Bae—whichever, and stood up. Slowly, she trailed behind her son, following him into the kitchen. She picked up the phone, before smiling at Henry.

"Hey, Mom," Emma spoke softly. She nodded her head before speaking, "Yeah, I guess it's alright if you keep the kids tonight." After she said her goodbye, Emma hung up the phone. Her nose wrinkled slightly. "Something is definitely up," She whispered softly.

Before she had time to think on what exactly could be going on, Emma heard the front door open. She didn't even get a chance to make a move toward the door before Henry sprinted from the kitchen.

"Dad!" Henry yelled, before she heard Graham groan as her son collided with Graham's waist.

Emma chuckled lightly as her hand hovered over her stomach. She watched as Graham ruffled Henry's hair, before smiling at him.

"Hey, Henry. How was school?"

Henry shrugged, "Same as every other day. Nothing interesting happened."

Graham chuckled, before ruffling his hair once more. He peered over Henry's head, and smiled at his wife. "Hello, beautiful," Graham murmured. His eye glancing at Emma's slightly swollen stomach.

"Oh, ugh. If you guys are going to get mushy, then I'm packing my overnight bag." Without waiting for an answer from either adult, Henry turned around and ran toward his bedroom.

"You have something to do with this, don't you?" Emma asked, her arms crossed over chest.

Graham shrugged, "Anything is possible really. Does this seem like something I would do?"

Emma nodded, biting her lip to keep from smiling. It was really hard to pretend to be angry at Graham when her hormones only wanted her to strip him of his clothing. Her eyebrow twitched upward, as Graham moved closer.

"I know what that look means." Graham's voice grew husky, causing his Irish lilt to become even more noticeable.

"Oh yeah? What's it mean?" Emma asked, as she wound her arms around Graham's neck, letting her fingers twirl the curls at the back of his neck.

Graham's head dipped down, his lips hovering just over hers when a shriek cut through the silent air. Emma groaned loudly, as she pulled away from Graham's grip.

"We will finish this discussion, mister." Emma spoke in a commanding voice.

Graham nodded his head, "Oh, I didn't think this discussion was finished."

Emma grinned at him, before sauntering toward Gracie's room. "Hey, Gracie. Did you wake up from your nap?" Emma cooed at her daughter.

Gracie's shriek's lessened when Emma scooped her daughter up into her arms. "Momma," Gracie cooed.

Emma closed her eyes and relished the moment. The first time Gracie spoke that word, Emma had cried. Tears streamed down her face, as joy overtook her for a moment, before her tears of joy became tears of regret. Emma had been worried when she found out she was pregnant with Gracie—fearful of how Henry would take it. Of course he had been overjoyed at the prospect of having a brother or sister.

"Yeah, Gracie, Momma's here," Emma cooed as she started walking toward the door. As soon as she stepped into the hallway, Henry came out of his bedroom.

"Mom, I'm ready. Is Dad going to take us, or is Grandma picking us up?"

Emma sighed, Snow hadn't been specific, but then again, if Graham had orchestrated the whole thing then he should know what was happening. "Graham," Emma called out, as she made her way back toward the living room.

Graham had since stripped out of his patent leather jacket, and hung his belt on the coat rack. He was just putting his gun into the safe, when he turned around to look at Emma. "Yes, love?" Graham asked, a smile twitching his lips as he stared at his family.

"Is my mother picking up the kids, or are you taking them?"

Graham brought a finger to his chin and tapped it as he thought. "Well, Henry, which would you rather?"

Henry smiled brightly, "I want you to take us."

Graham peered back up at his wife, and smiled. "I guess that answers that question, then."

Emma nodded, as she pulled on Gracie's coat. After she made sure it was zipped up, Emma grabbed the extra diaper bag and dug through it before ensuring that Gracie had her favorite blanket and stuffed animal. She then piled in as many diapers that she could fit before zipping the bag back up.

"Be quick," Emma said, before kissing Graham's lips.

He nodded, "Back in a flash. You won't even know I was gone."

Emma smiled as Graham lugged their daughter, while Henry lugged his overnight bag and Gracie's diaper bag to the car. All the while still wondering what exactly Graham had planned.

Emma smiled softly at Graham who took a small bite of his grilled chicken breast. She sipped her hot chocolate before clearing her throat.

"So, let me get this straight. You planned out an almost exact replica of our first date to celebrate the two year anniversary of our first date?" Emma asked, her eyebrows pinched together as she had confused herself with her own question.

"Yes. I wanted to do something special for you tonight, and your mother helped me plan it."

Emma's forehead wrinkled, "Why tonight?"

Graham shrugged, as he wiped the corner of his mouth. He reached out a hand to grab hold of hers and smiled. "Because, Emma. That first date, two years ago...it was the first time that I actually realized that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Prior to that night, I knew that I liked you and I knew that I wanted to examine what was between us, but that night when you let your guard down completely, and you let me in. I knew. To me, that is something to celebrate. Also, it might be one of our last chances to get out and do something together before our son is born."

Emma smiled as she squeezed Graham's hand. She had never thought that she would ever deserve so much happiness, but sitting here with her husband, looking into his pale blue eyes, she knew that along the way she had done something right.

"What did I ever do to deserve someone as amazing as you?"

Graham shrugged, "I ask myself the same question every single day. When you find an answer, please do share it with me."

Emma sighed contently, as she continued to stare at her husband. Finally, she felt like she was exactly at the place she was supposed to be. That she had finally gotten everything that she had craved as a child—A family, a place to belong. A home. Though, she did have to admit it was past anything that even her wildest dreams could have conjure up. Her parents were the fairytale couple...her husband had spared her mother's life...and technically, Emma was a princess. Only three or so years earlier, Emma would have scoffed at the thought. She had scoffed at the thought, but now she couldn't think of anything better for her life. Her family made her happy. Finally, after 31 years of searching, Emma Swan had finally found her happy ending, only it wasn't the end, it was only the beginning.