Author's Note: It's finally here, the last chapter and I'm sad. It has been such an amazing writing journey and I'm so glad that I got to share it with you all. Thank you so much for all of your undying support, you have no idea how much it means to me. Anyway, here it is. This is the last time jump, it's about 10 years into their future. This is it, this is the end.

'Cupcake, I'm home.'

Carmilla Karnstein-Hollis walked through their front door. Placing her folder on the nightstand she shrugs off of her coat, hanging it up. Before walking into the lounge, she looks at herself in the mirror, smirking at her appearance.

She never was one for dressing up, only on very special occasions. Today was one of them, apparently. She'd just come back from the studio and she couldn't wait to rid herself, of what she liked to call her "Monkey Suit." Her hair was tied up, and she was wearing a blouse with a black blazer. She had however, managed to wear her favourite leather pants, without being detected.

She turns to look around the room, everywhere she looks there are paintings, her paintings. She smiles more when her eyes land on a newspaper article. She'd framed it the other day, this was Laura's most popular article. She'd written it about equality, which was always one of Laura's main priorities. More than once Carmilla had, had to rescue Laura from her own journalistic adventures.

The walls were painted a deep blue, with white shapes coating the ceiling. Carmilla had spent a long time painting their lounge. Laura had tried to help, but she always ended up getting distracted. More often than not, distracting Carmilla in the process. The brunette couldn't help but smile at the memory.

'You're staring again, Cupcake.'

Laura blushed, she'd thought that she was being less obvious that time. Clearly she was wrong. She sighed putting the paint brush down before slowly walking over to Carmilla. The brunette smirked but pretended that she hadn't noticed the blonde, as she carried on painting the wall infront of them.

'You can hardly blame me, Carm. I mean...look at you. Who wouldn't be distracted?'

'Flattery will get you nowhere Sundance.'

'You know, I hate it when you call me that!'

'Really? I had no idea. If, you ask nicely...I may stop.'

Laura fixed the brunette with a mock glare, before snaking her arm around Carmilla's waist. Her head coming to rest against Carmilla's shoulder. Carmilla smiles contently as Laura leaves gentle kisses along her neck, moving up to kiss along her jawline before trailing back down to near her collarbone. What had started out as innocent touches, soon turned into light sucks and playful nips. They were enough to stir Carmilla's concentration. She closed her eyes, biting her lip as Laura's lips hit a sensitive spot.

'Laur-' Carmilla's voice sounded breathy, almost a whine which made Laura smirk into her neck. Before bringing her lips to trace the shell of Carmilla's ear, an action she always knew would make Carmilla moan. This time was no different.

'Ohhh...Laura...Cupcake, what are you doing to me?'

'I'm just admiring my own canvas.'

Carmilla didn't waste a second, dropping her paintbrush as she spun around in Laura's arms. She could see the lust in Laura's eyes, that was enough and within seconds she had lunged forward capturing Laura's lips in a rough kiss. Fingers fell into dark blonde longs and the two lost themselves to passion.

After that, Carmilla had told Laura to do something else. She couldn't afford anymore distractions, no matter how much she enjoyed them.

She must have been standing still for a while, because she certainly didn't hear the door opening. Nor did she register footsteps approaching. The sound of her wife's voice was the only thing that snapped her, out of her daydream.

'Is that wall more attractive then your wife, Carm?'

Carmilla turned to see Laura standing behind her. A playful smile dancing on her lips as she raised her eyebrow at the brunette. Carmilla smirked, waltzing over to Laura before leaning down to give her a peck on the lips.

'No one, is more beautiful than you.'

'Someone's in a good mood, any reason in particular?'

'Perhaps, or maybe it's because I have the most beautiful family in the world.'

Laura blushed, before looking down at the person that clung to her chest. Little arms wrapped around her, reminding her of a koala bear. Carmilla smiled before bending down to retrieve the little person, clinging to Laura's chest. She reached for the child, smiling when they stirred, rubbing their little eyes. She lifted them up, securing them in her arms as she smiled at the sleepy figure.

'Momma?'

'That's right baby' She smiled as the child nestled their little head into her neck. Within seconds the figure had fallen back to sleep. Carmilla placed a kiss to their forehead before taking in all of their sleeping form.

In her arms she held a beautiful little boy. He was only about 3 and he was as tiny as anything. His hair had small curls and it was dark to match Carmilla's. His eyes were also a dark brown and his skin was farely pale. He wore a small knitted, navy jumper (Perry had given to them last Christmas), it even had a picture of a bear knitted on. He was obsessed with bears. He had little black pants on and a pair of sports trainers, that Kirsch had insisted on getting him. He was the spitting image of a young Carmilla, they even had the same smile.

Carmilla slowly made her way over to their couch, still holding the small boy in her arms as she sat down. Tapping the seat next to her, motioning for Laura to join her. The blonde smiled, taking a seat beside Carmilla. They both sat smiling before Laura spoke, her voice slightly louder than a whisper.

'How did it go today?'

'It was amazing, one of my pieces is being sold to an art gallery.'

'okay, wow! That's more than amazing...that's...what's more than amazing?!'

'Keep your voice, down Cupcake. You'll wake Grayson.'

'Oops, sorry...I'm just so proud of you!'

'Thank you, although I think we should be celebrating, your article getting published.'

'I can't believe it! Harrison really liked it, I already posted a copy to Mum and Dad. We should call them later, tell them your good news!'

'We can tell them both on Saturday, you're volunteering at the bakery again, aren't you?'

'Yeah, Dad was snowed under with orders. So, I said I'd help him out.'

'I can drive us all down there. I don't have a shift at the planetarium, until Monday so we can always spend the weekend, if you'd like?'

'I think I'd like, that very much Carm.'

'It's settled then. Oh, is Mir not back from Xena's yet?'

'They should be here, any minute. You know, you really should stop calling her that!'

'Ah, but where's the fun in that?!'

Laura was about to retort when she heard the door bell ringing. She shot a look at her wife before making her way over to the door. Carmilla carefully placed Grayson down, making sure to put a cushion under his head, before following Laura.

...

When she got to the door, she saw that Laura had already opened it. She smiled at the sight of four familiar faces standing opposite.

'Wow Puppy, training them young I see.'

She smirked down at the sight of Kirch's son, standing in full sports attire. He was wearing white shorts and long socks with footballs on. He was in a rugby shirt way too big for his little body and a baseball cap. Even with all of the bright sports colours, Carmilla could clearly see the crop of red hair poking out from beneath the hat. The boy wore a cheesy grin as he waved a flag in his hand, chattering excitedly to the little girl stood beside him.

'Got to start sometime, haven't we Mikey Boy?' At this Danny who had been mid conversation with Laura, smacked Kirsch on the arm.

'Stop calling him that! His name is Michael.'

'Chill out Bro, he loves me calling him that.' Danny completely ignores him, turning back to Laura with a smile.

'So, I hear congratulations are in order. I read your article, it was really good.'

'Thanks, but we should really be congratulating Carm. one of her pieces, will be featured in an art gallery.'

'Nice one Elvira.'

'Why thank you. So tell me Xena, how's the club doing?'

Before Danny could respond they were interrupted by a little voice. Carmilla looked down to see her daughter looking up at them. Her face bunching up in confusion, it was the same way that Laura's bunched up and every time that little girl made the face, she couldn't help but smile.

'What's a Xena?'

Carmilla had to bite back a laugh, turning to her wife for help. Laura smiled, looking down at her daughter as she tried to explain.

'Well...um a Xena is...um...'

Seeing Laura's struggle, Danny jumped in with her own explanation. 'Xena is a princess, your Mom called it me when we were little.'

The girl thought about it for a moment before nodding. She began to walk inside when Laura stopped her, bending down to look at the girl as she spoke.

'Mircalla Karnstein-Hollis, what do we say to Danny and Kirsch?'

The girl's eyes went wide, realization dawning on her before she turned back around. Rushing back over to the two adults. She hugged Danny who had to lift the girl up, for her to even reach half of her body. She did the same to Kirsch before speaking.

'I's sorry. Forgot my manners...thank youuuu!'

'Anytime Mircalla, we love having you.'

'Sorry guys but we have to go. I've got a rugby game to coach.'

Laura hugged them both goodbye, bending down to hug little Michael as Carmilla simply nodded at the couple. The brunette did lean down to offer the boy a high five, before moving towards her daughter. They watched as Mircalla waved to Michael before the three completely disappeared.

...

Laura extended her hand for Mircalla, who happily accepted practically dragging Laura back inside. A bemused Carmilla followed watching Mircalla's little face light up as she rambled away to Laura. The two were so similar and Carmilla could never say no, to their big brown eyes and her favourite crooked smile.

By the time that Carmilla had shut the door and made her way back into the lounge, Mircalla had already situated herself in Laura's lap. Both of them sitting in their arm chair watching a still sleeping Grayson. The brunette moved to perch herself on the arm, leaning in to kiss the top of Laura's head. This was when Mircalla turned her attention to Carmilla.

She looked more and more like Laura every single day, and her name was surprisingly all Laura's idea. The little six year old, had light brown hair, it often looked a dark blonde in the light. Carmilla still wasn't sure what colour it was. Her eyes were a light brown matching Laura's, they even had the same sparkle. Her skin was pale but nowhere near as pale as that of Carmilla's. Her long hair was tied in two braids, Laura would always braid her hair before school. She was wearing a Mickey Mouse baseball jersey with long jean shorts. To add to overall adorableness she wore the same crooked smile, that Laura always sported.

'Momma?'

'Yes, my little Creampuff?'

Laura shook her head at the nickname, but Mircalla just giggled. Ever since the little girl was born, Carmilla had given her similar nicknames to the one, that she gave to Laura. She saw her opportunity, lunging forward to tickle the girl. She was met with loud shrieks and endless amounts of giggles, watching fondly as the girl tried to wriggle away. Finally Carmilla stopped, letting the girl catch her breath before speaking again.

'What is it, baby?'

'Can we feed the duckies tomorrow?'

'Of course we can, Creampuff.'

She watched as Mircalla's face lit up, and before she knew it, the girl had jumped on her. Tackling her in a tight hug, for a second she flinched but thankfully the little girl didn't notice. Laura did, sharing a knowing look with her wife to signify that they would talk about it later.

After a few seconds, Carmilla relaxed and the girl nestled into her embrace. She smiled, running her hands through soft locks as she undid Mircalla's braids. Brushing her fingers through the knots. She pulled the girl closer, adjusting herself so that she could, balance her on her knee.

Laura smiled lovingly, staring at the pair with such love. Her thoughts were interrupted by a small hand tugging at her jeans. Smiling she looked down to see Grayson tugging at her jeans, his eyes were wide and pleading. She rolled her eyes but reached down, helping the little boy clamber into her arms. Settling him on her hip like she'd done before, he grasped at her shirt, balling it in his fist before resting his head against her chest and closing his eyes once more.

'I'm going to put Gray to bed.'

Receiving a nod, Laura carried the sleeping boy upstairs. Her eyes drifting along the hallway, smiling as she walked past the many pictures hung up. Pictures of Carmilla and Laura together, Grayson and Mircalla and some with their friends. She smiled as she walked past a particular one, of Laura, Carmilla, Lafontaine and Perry. All stood outside a florist near a river, she couldn't help but think about what had happened that day.

'Yes, thank you. Could you put them over there please?'

'Where, in that corner?'

'That will do for now. Lafontaine should be back soon, they've just got out of the lab.'

Laura nodded, carrying a box full of tulips over to the corner of the shop. She smiled, looking around the shop, it was really coming along now. All Perry needed was to arrange her flower displays. Laura had volunteered herself and Carmilla to help Perry gather her stocks. She looked around for the brunette but no sign. Carmilla hadn't been best pleased when Laura had told her, that they were going to help.

She was brought out of her daydream at the sound of Perry reprimanding someone. She turns to see her wife, glaring back at the angry redhead whilst holding a coffee cup in her hand.

'YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE BY 10!'

'Can it Pippi Longstocking. I'm here now, aren't I?!'

'Laura arrived an hour ago. You're supposed to be helping, not standing around drinking coffee.'

'Geez relax, I don't need someone bossing me around!'

'Well, clearly you do. Make yourself useful, and carry some boxes into the store room.'

'No. You can carry your own boxes and stop treating me like a child!'

'I will when you stop acting like one!'

'Woah, what is all the shouting about?!'

They all turn to see Lafontaine walking towards them, lab coat still on as they move to stand beside Perry. An arm on her shoulder as they check to see if she's alright, before turning to look at Carmilla.

'Don't talk to Perry like that she's worked really hard on this shop. Just be nice, you both need to relax.'

'What I need, is to be as far away from you as possible.'

With that Carmilla stormed off in the opposite direction, throwing her cup of coffee on the floor as she took off. Laura sighed, placing the box in her hands down as she followed in the same direction. She was a bit behind but she could clearly see the brunette, following her as she cut through the streets. Retreating to the riverside, Carmilla walked along the riverbank kicking the ground as she did.

When Laura caught up, the brunette was sat by the river, tossing pebbles into the water. As she got closer she could see the tears streaming down Carmilla's face. The bags under her eyes and the trembling of her hands. Her wife must have had a troubled night's sleep, she did recall her tossing and turning but when she'd left, Carmilla had been asleep.

'Carm? What's wrong?'

Carmilla didn't respond, instead she chucked another pebble into the water. Laura sighed sadly, she hated seeing her wife like this, a hardened shell of a person. She moved quietly, sitting down beside Carmilla. The brunette didn't say a word, instead moved to rest her head against Laura's shoulder, her sobs breaking the silence. After a minute Carmilla spoke, her voice sounding so small.

'I had the dream again. She just kept throwing things and when I woke up, I felt as though the glass was piercing into my body again. She threw vases, full of flowers...'

Realization hit Laura and she suddenly realized why Carmilla had protested so much. She pulled Carmilla in closer, hugging her tightly as she repeated calming phrases. They never talked about how Carmilla's Mother had hurt her. Carmilla had never wanted to go into detail. Laura didn't know what to say exactly, so she just let Carmilla cry.

They returned half an hour later, Laura asked if there was anything else that Carmilla could do for them. After apologizing to Perry, Carmilla helped sort out her office. The picture was taken when they wanted a break. It was Laura's idea and she didn't take no for an answer. Carmilla chose to cuddle into Laura, her eyes closed as she smiled into their embrace. Lafontaine and Perry were smiling fondly at one another. Whilst Laura had her tongue peaking out, as she tried to take a picture. It soon became their favourite photo together.

Laura kissed Grayson's head, smiling softly as she gently lowered him into his bed. Tucking him in, she grabbed his teddy bear from the shelf and carefully tucked it under his arm. Watching as his little palm curled around it. She glanced at him one last time before shutting the door, as she made her way back down to her wife.

Carmilla smiled at her sleeping daughter, before making her way into her own bedroom. She'd been reading to Mircalla, something that had become a tradition of theirs. Every other night, Carmilla would tuck Mircalla into bed, before moving to wrap her arms around the girl as she read to her. Apparently, Carmilla was the best storyteller, Mircalla loved all of the little voices that the brunette put on. Laura teased her relentlessly about it but Carmilla didn't care, it made her daughter happy and that's all that mattered.

'Mir's asleep now.'

She smiles lovingly at her wife, moving to sit beside her in their bed. Laura shuffles over to make room, before enveloping the brunette in her arms. Carmilla smiles, closing her eyes as she relaxed into Laura's gentle embrace. Laura can't help but run her hands through Carmilla's curly locks.

'Which story was it tonight?'

'Tonight, we read Bad Kitty Gets A Bath'

'Of course you did.'

Carmilla can hear the smugness in Laura's voice and she almost wanted to shout at herself at how predictable she'd become. The sound of Laura's voice snapped her out of her internal argument.

'Wait, I thought you were reading Cinderella...'

'That book may have found itself, accidentally thrown in the bin.'

Laura pushes Carmilla off of her, sitting up as she stares at the brunette in disbelief. Carmilla doesn't know whether to laugh at the look of shock on Laura's face. She always did love that bunched up face.

'CARMILLA! You can't just throw books away!'

'I can, if they're full of crap!'

Laura shakes her head, smiling slightly when Carmilla just shrugs. Moving to snuggle back into Laura's chest. Laura pulled Carmilla closer, stroking her hair softly.

'Oh, I forgot to ask. Which painting was it, that sold?'

'The one with the two girl's, sat on a swing set.'

'That one's my favourite. Did you manage to name it?'

Carmilla smiles, lifting her head to look up at Laura as she spoke. Watching as the blonde's face lit up, smiling at one another with so much love. After so many years, they were still so in love and they both knew, that it couldn't get any better than that.

'Yeah, I called it Cookies and Kittens.'