Title: Booth Babes
Chapter Seven: The Happy Ending
Author: snarkysweetness
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Emma, Aurora, Snow, Whale, August, Henry, Emmeline Amelia, & Graham Marco; Emma/August & Aurora/Killian
Summary: Emma isn't happy at the prospect of having another baby (her hands already being full with Henry), August is completely beside himself with the idea of being a father again, and Henry is just as insufferable as his father. When they're thrown a curveball will the Booth Family be able to get through it without killing each other?
Warnings: Fluff.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: Here we are at the end of our tale. I hope the overabundance of feels wasn't too much (there's fluff city going on here just to make up for it). I'm giving you these final two chapters together since I made you wait so long. Enjoy.

Emma hadn't thought giving birth could be any harder. But with one baby's fate unknown everything became a million times worse. She had done her best to keep it together, grateful to have her mother and Aurora at her side. Without them she would have never been able to pull through.

"I can't do this." Emma cried, shaking her head. Aurora pressed a cool cloth to Emma's forehead as Snow grasped her hand. Emma gripped it, wishing it was August's stronger hand in hers

"Shh, yes you can, baby girl."

At the words 'baby girl' Emma began to sob.

"I need to know she's okay, mom. Someone go find out how she is, please."

"Emma, you need to focus on this baby. I know it's hard and I can't imagine what you're going through but as soon as you're done here we can find August, okay? And then I'm going to kill Killian," Aurora muttered, clearly horrified with the entire notion of bearing a child now, thanks to Emma.

Emma shut her eyes tightly and nodded. One thing at a time.

She turned over onto her side and smiled fondly as she remembered meeting her new children for the first time.

Emma collapsed against her mother and let out a cry of relief. She was never doing this again. She took a moment to catch her breath before she watched Whale check baby number two.

"A healthy baby boy," he announced just as the little one began to cry. She sobbed and buried her face in her mother's shoulder.

"I'll tell August," Aurora offered and Emma nodded gratefully.

She pulled away from her mother as Whale approached her with the tiny, disgusting bundle. She knew he needed to be cleaned up properly but she wanted to hold him, just for a moment.

"Hi Marco," she cooed. She didn't care what his full name was; calling him 'Graham' seemed weird. She held him for a less than a minute before they took him away to get cleaned up. She watched them with a pout, wanting her baby back.

August rushed in and immediately came to her side. He kissed her, in a way that no man needed to kiss a woman with a room full of people watching, and then smiled.

"Where is he?"

A nurse brought Marco over and August gave her a small look, as if asking for permission, and she nodded. He took him and began speaking to him quietly as he held him. Emma had never seen him so happy before and she couldn't help but smile.

"There's someone who would like to meet you."

Emma looked up as one of the nurses from earlier carried in a pink bundle that reminded Emma of a burrito. She took the baby and had to resist the urge to squish her against her chest. She was the cutest thing Emma had ever seen, next to Henry and Marco.

"We did it," she whispered, amazed they had made it this far.

"You did it," August clarified as he watched her. He looked, if possible, even happier than he had a moment before.

"You're right: I did all of the hard work," she said proudly as she leaned into him.

Emma opened her eyes to find August cradling Amelia over her bassinet.

"Good girl, we don't want to wake up mommy, she's had a long day," he whispered as he tossed a dirty diaper into the genie. He was the perfect father. Having twin newborns plus a teenager wasn't easy, but he made it bearable. He took care of all of the middle-of-the-night diaper changes, let her sleep in most mornings by giving them the breast-milk she'd pumped the day before, and had mastered the art of using his voice to soothe them when they cried. He was Mr. Mom and she loved him for it.

She looked down at their baby boy who had fallen asleep nestled against her chest while breast-feeding and realized that he'd let her sleep once again. August had even adjusted her clothing for her and everything.

"Hey you," she whispered, deciding to announce that she was awake.

"Hey," he replied as he carried Amelia over to the bed with him. He climbed in and settled her between them as Emma carefully laid Marco down next to his sister. They had a nursery, sure, but this arrangement was easier, for now. Emma didn't want them to become dependent on sleeping in mom and dad's room. Once August got that vasectomy, it was back to needing all of the alone time they could fit in between raising their kids.

August leaned over and kissed her.

"Did I wake you?"

"No. Thanks for letting me sleep, you're the best."

He smiled.

"It's the least I can do; you have to go back to work soon." He traced her jaw with his finger and she sighed contently.

"Right, being the man of the house and all that jazz," she teased as she stifled a yawn. "Speaking of…I meant what I said in the hospital. I'm done telling you 'no'."

August pretended to be confused for a moment before smirking.

"Does this mean I have permission to ask you to marry me?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm the one during the asking."

"Maybe you should just stop talking," he said as he kissed her again.

"Eww. Gross."

Emma looked over August's shoulder to find Henry in the doorway. She met August's gaze before shaking her head and lifting the covers. Henry didn't have the nightmares as often, but she could recognize when he needed her.

"Come on, kid, there's room for one more."

"Awesome."

He climbed in next to her and she kissed the top of his head. It wasn't long before all three of her babies were out and she was alone with her man.

"So…I think we did pretty good, what do you think?"

"I think I love you, future Mrs. Booth."

Emma shook her head.

"No, I think you're going to find yourself transforming into a swan."

"I don't think so." He reached over to tuck her hair back and smiled. "Our kids are all Booths, I think it's time for you to give in and join the clan."

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"Hmm…how about you kiss me and I'll think about it."

"As if I'd ever turn down a kiss from such a beautiful Princess."

Emma leaned in and kissed him, perfectly content with her version of happily ever after.