The middle of nowhere, that's where the giant monstrosity of an airship had landed. A barren dusty field, the ship was much too large and secretive to land in a normal airfield or dock. It had transported a small army people to one of the biggest hunts Yang had ever been a part of. Swarms of Grimm had taken over a large patch of land by the south border of Vale. It took weeks to clear them all out, even with a full complement of huntsmen and huntresses working in conjunction with the Vale military. She missed home.

Yang was standing outside the massive chain link fence as the taxi arrived. The military big wigs didn't allow her to park Bumblebee on the base, something about rules and approved vehicles, blah, blah, blah. She threw her rucksack into the back seat and shuffled in beside it.

"Where to?"

"742 Evergreen Street, east side of Vale."

Yang hummed a tune as she looked out the window at the hills of dirt, gradually becoming grassier as they drove closer to the city. She spied a picture of the taxi driver and two small boys taped to his dashboard.

"Cute kids," she said.

The driver glanced at his rearview mirror. "Thanks, they're a handful but they're my boys."

"I know what you mean."

"You got kids?" he asked, surprised. Yang didn't look a day over twenty five and she was amazingly fit.

"Two. A girl and a boy," Yang said pulling out her scroll from her pocket. "And a hot wife," she added as she showed him the cover picture of her scroll, her holding a squirming Drake and Blake holding Yin on her shoulders.

They were in the middle of a full out laugh, looking at each other and not the camera.

She smiled at the picture of their ten month old son Drake, amber eyes with a shock of bright curly blonde hair and two lion ears prominent on his head. They weren't quite sure where the lion ears had come from, figuring that Blake may have had some lion in her feline lineage. Yang liked to theorize that she had some trace lion genes in her DNA, it certainly would have explained the wild mane of hair she had.

"Ah, what a beautiful family," the driver remarked.

"Thanks. It sounds kind of cheesy, but they're my everything y'know?"

The driver smiled and nodded in agreement like he knew exactly what she was talking about.

Yang gave the taxi driver a generous tip and waved him off as he drove away. She heard a familiar squeal as she turned around, three year old Yin leaping into her arms.

"Hey little one, were you good for mommy while I was away?"

"Uh-huh!" Yin answered dutifully in her adorable voice.

Yang looked up to see Blake standing on the front lawn holding Drake who had a green pacifier in his mouth. She was momentarily stunned into silence. Blake looked so beautiful bathed in the orangey glow of the soft evening light. Her amber eyes seemed to shine with a light that came from inside her and it was breathtaking.

Blake smirked when she caught her staring, quietly walking up to her and pressing her lips to hers as they held their children.

"You okay?" Blake whispered in her ear.

Yang gulped and nodded.

Dinner time was always a messy affair with two small children, Drake winding up with more mashed sweet potato on his face than in his stomach with Yang feeding him. She grinned sheepishly up at Blake who tsked softly with her hands on her hips and Yin firmly wrapped around her leg in a modified bear hug.

With two kids, it was hard to get time alone, even though they had no shortage of babysitters. Tai, Raven, Ruby, and even Weiss (when she was in a good mood) were willing to babysit and let the bumblebee pair go out to dinner once in a while, but they always missed the kids halfway through. Parenthood, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

"-And they lived happily ever after," Yang said closing the old leather-bound book of fairy tales.

"Momma, can you read another one?"

"Tomorrow night buddy," she said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Now it's time to sleep. Goodnight and sweet dreams Yin," Yang said, tucking her in.

"Aw okay. Goodnight momma."

Yang turned off the light and met her wife in the doorway where she was watching the scene peacefully. They held hands as they went down the hall to their own bedroom. Both of the kids were tucked in now, Drake asleep in his crib, and Yin in her bed, the parents could finally relax.

"So, what do you want to do now—eep!"

Yang thought she heard the barest hint of a leopard-like growl as their lips met and judging by the way she was tackled to the bed, the faunus must have had it bad when she was away. Yang just laughed as Blake fumbled with her clothes, but started helping shortly after a particularly deep and passionate kiss.

They couldn't be as loud as they used to be before the kids, making love in hushed whispers and gasps. It never failed to amaze Blake at how good the sex was even after all these years. Hands, fingers, mouths, the classics never got old. It had to have been love she thought, the kind that people wrote about in romantic novels, to still want each other as desperately as two teenagers hopped up on hormones.

"Not up for round four?" Blake playfully asked, remembering their first time together.

"It was a long hunt… Tomorrow… Tomorrow we'll go ten rounds," Yang panted.

"You know," Blake began. "If you took a job in the city, we could do this every night…"

Lately the faunus had been thinking of ways to convince Yang to give up huntressing and work closer to home. She and the kids missed her far too much when she was away.

"Every night…? Damn, that sure is tempting. Do you think Weiss would give me a job?"

"I'm sure she would if you asked nicely."

Yang snorted. "Haha, no deal then."

"But seriously though," Blake said, turning over on her side and drawing little figure eight patterns with her finger on Yang's skin just below the collarbone. "I worry about you so much when you're away."

Yang turned on her side with a soft expression in her eyes and stroked a lock of hair behind Blake's ear. She was right. Why jeopardize this little piece of heaven they had carved out for themselves? "Okay," she said simply. "I'll do something else..." Her eyes lit up suddenly. "Ooo, maybe I can open up a bar like I always wanted!"

Blake grabbed her pillow and tried to smother Yang with it. "Yang Xiao Long, I will not have the children growing up around that much liquor!"

"Hey!" Yang managed to get the pillow away from her and catch hold of her wrists. She kissed her on the nose. "Okay, okay, okay, I'll think of something else."

Blake lay back down and breathed out a sigh of relief. Staring at the ceiling, she couldn't help but remember the date, twelve glorious years since she met Yang on her first day at Beacon.

She remembered being in physics class so long ago, learning about theories on how the universe came to be. How, with a single degree difference in the temperature or coefficient of gravity, the universe would cease to exist as they knew it. The idea was unsettling to her, too many lucky coincidences in the endless number of variables and equations, was life a fluke?

Unwittingly, Blake started thinking about all the choices she made in her life, some good, some bad. Regrets and mistakes seemed like an everyday occurrence before she met Yang, and after they met… It was bliss, joy, like being wrapped in a warm blanket of pure unconditional love that she had never experienced before.

A single tear rolled down Blake's cheek, and the dam broke. She covered her eyes with her forearm, unable to stop the flood of the emotions that suddenly took hold of her.

"What's wrong?" Yang asked in a panic. It was like her and Blake shared the same heart, if she cried then she would surely start to cry as well.

"Nothing, nothing," Blake sniffed. "I'm just being silly. Baby hormones, you know."

Yang might have believed her if their son wasn't already ten months old. "Blake… Tell me, where is this coming from?"

"I was just thinking, it was twelve years ago today when we first met. It was the best thing that ever happened to me." Blake took in a long steadying breath. "There was a time in my life where I never dared to dream that life could even be this good. That I'd have you, Yin and Drake. What if I never left the White Fang, what if I never went to Beacon, what if we never became partners that day in the forest? What if I became the lost cause you thought I was when we first met?"

Yang smiled solemnly at Blake, hand over heart.

"Babe… You're not a lost cause… You're the only cause. You're the reason I am. You're everything to me, my world, my sun, my moon and stars. I love you more than life itself... We were meant to be together…" Yang said that last part in a whisper so quiet that Blake could only hear it with her faunus ears.

"Yang, I love you. I don't say it enough, but I love you, with all my heart," Blake said earnestly.

There was nothing more to be said. With Yang's hand firmly behind her neck and their lips locked together in a kiss that was the most vital and true thing in their world at that moment. It turned out Yang was up for round four after all, kissing all of Blake's tears away, and feeling so grateful that she was the one to do it. Feeling so thankful that in the end, she was proven wrong.

End.

A/N Yin and Drake belong to weissrabbit on tumblr, check out her artwork it's great.

Hey everyone, we made it to completion! I know some of you are sad that the story is over, and I am too to be honest but I wanted to leave it there before I ran out of ideas. It was a wonderful ride, and to think I almost didn't post this story in the beginning because I was seriously afraid no one would like it. I'm so glad I did because the response has blown me away.

Oh man, every follow, every fav, every review I got encouraged me to keep going and do better. Thank you to all of the wonderful readers who stuck with me from the start when I was still feeling my way through, you know who you are. And yeah, if you would like to leave a review or any parting comments about this story, here is your chance, I would love to read them.

Keep an eye out for me in the future, I still find the bumbleby ship really inspiring, Blake and Yang are like extensions of my personality and I love them. I might continue "Coming to Terms" while we wait for Volume 4. I have so many ideas, different aus, plotlines etc, not sure if I'll get to all of them but I'm going to try because I've discovered that I really enjoy writing.

Til we meet again,

Sachiel21 signing off.