A/N: Here is that last chapter! It's more of an epilogue though. I'm excited this wonderful story is coming to an end, and please try to read my next story A Royal Pain.

8 months later

I walked down the street market, cradling a basket in one arm, while my other hand was grasping Stephen's. A cool breeze blew through my hair, whipping my sundress around my lower thighs. I took a deep breath, inhaling the salty air surrounding us. I have never felt so free and calm. Jace had apparently call Simon on the way over to pick me up after I got shot. The second my father stepped out of the building, he was arrested. Everything happened so quickly after that. We didn't get to take anything with us, and started over completely in the Bahamas. Simon set me up with a job at the local elementary school, while Jace got a job at a boat repair shop. We had a quaint little house on the beach, which was covered in windows. Once we got settled, we got married on the beach.

I picked up a mango, putting it to my nose, so I could smell the freshness. I smiled, feeling its firmness. "Should we bring daddy some mangos for lunch?" I ruffled Stephen's hair, sliding my other hand down my now rather large stomach.

"Yes!" He bounced, squeezing my hand tighter. I grinned down at him, paying the woman at the stand, so we could head towards the docks. My fat stomach made me feet swollen and my legs hurt, but I still wanted to stay more active. Jace didn't like it when I was on my feet too long because I'm so small. I tugged on Stephen, leading him through the crowd to the docks.

I saw Jace waxing the side of a boat shirtless. I bit my lip, watching his muscles coil and move under his skin. I shook my head, realizing that I was in public, and that I needed to get my baby hormones in check.

"Jace!" I called out, stopping just before the dock. He paused, glancing over at us.

"Hey." He wiped his hands on his pants, making his way to me.

"Hi." I smiled.

"What are you doing here? You should be resting." He rubbed my stomach gently, pecking my cheek.

"I'm fine." I rolled my eyes, handing him the basket. "I brought you some lunch."

"Thanks." He kissed me softly. "Hey, little buddy." He crouched down by Stephen, talking softly to him for a few minutes. "I should be home in about an hour. Go home and lay down." He chuckled.

"Ok." I hummed, tangling my fingers into his hair to pull him into a kiss. "I love you." I breathed, waving my fingers, as I backed away.

"Love you more." He called after me.