A/N: Hey everyone! So I am back with the last official chapter of Some Call It Magic (though I do have an eventual epilogue crafted in my head already, so not to worry, the fluff is not completely over it will just take some time to get here). It picks up a few months after the last chapter and includes some of my favorite elements of CS happy endings that I have written many times before. I am sure some of you have guesses of what those might be, but nevertheless I hope that you all enjoy and thank you so much for reading!

Since landing here in Storybrooke all those years ago, Emma had grown accustomed to the seasons. The summers were warm but breezy, though a serious heat wave or two did show up once or twice. The autumn, her favorite time of year, was pure magic, but often over too soon thanks to their northern region's propensity for the cold. And the winters… well they usually seemed to drag on forever. There were no mild March days, heck, there were usually still snow storms in April, but the long slog of winter had come and gone just as quickly as all the other seasons of late, and suddenly spring was here with the flowers and the sunlight and the renewed hope that life and vibrancy and joy were back within the natural world once more.

Of course Emma hadn't lost any of that sense of warmth during her winter months, instead finding a comfort and a solace that she cherished more and more with every passing day. Things were good – no, things were fantastic – and they were only on their way to getting better. In a little over a month the day she and Killian had been waiting for what felt like forever for would be here. Their wedding was drawing closer and closer, and on the summer solstice (chosen specifically because Henry insisted it would bring good luck) Emma would be walking down an aisle dressed in white and saying 'I do' to the only man the world over who could ever entice her into such a life. She was ready for it too, more ready than she'd ever been for anything, and it was hard to find the patience for that next step, though the happiness that she and her kid and Killian had already found was the surest cure to her wishing for more. Things were damn near perfect in the Jones/Swan household and Emma truly appreciated just how lucky she was to have any of this at all.

"If you keep daydreaming like that I'm making you put a dollar in the jar."

Ruby's teasing voice cut in from across the kitchen and Emma grinned as she looked up from the cookie dough she'd been absentmindedly tossing together, not bothering to argue that she had been distracted. It was just so easy for her mind to wander towards how good things were, and if that meant Emma had to fork up a few extra bucks a day and put them in a jar that Ruby had designed so that they could raise the funds for them and all their friends to go on a trip next year, then so be it. As far as Emma could tell it was a win-win: she got to linger in the happiness that was her life and invest in a vacation for all their friends that had been years in the making.

"Didn't I hear you on the phone earlier?" Emma asked with a knowing smirk. "You know technically the rules include stolen conversations with your husband as being jar worthy too."

"Fair enough. We'll call this one a draw," Ruby acquiesced and Emma only laughed, glad for the humor of it all and the genuinely joyous fact that Emma wasn't the only one with a happily ever after to keep her occupied. All of her friends had found loves to hold and keep forever and that was a special thing indeed. "That being said your time is up, Ems, and Mary Margaret is adamant that we get our asses out there. Also apparently if we fail to bring chocolate cake there will be hell to pay."

"What else is new?" Emma joked as she grabbed the treat for their weekly lunch and followed Ruby out into the café. Little did she know that this gathering was about to reveal quite a few new things all at once.

"Wait, so Will is moving here? Just like that?" Ruby asked, playing up her shock when Emma knew she was anything but. Everyone had seen how swiftly the connection had formed between Killian's friend and Belle over the Christmas holiday and in the months following. It was just a matter of time before one of them relocated, and since Belle had always loved this town and her friends and family here, Emma had never imagined that she would be the one to leave.

"Yeah, just like that," Belle said with a cheerful smile. "Can you believe it?"

The friends all agreed that they could and offered their congratulations to Belle. Emma was actually even more excited if it was possible, not just because Belle had found her special someone, but because this meant that the last piece of Killian's old life that he really valued would be coming back into place. Having Will in Storybrooke would no doubt be a comfort to him, and now that she thought about it, Emma doubted there was any way Killian hadn't already known his friend's intention. She made a mental note to ask him about that later, but then Elsa had some news of her own to share which distracted Emma from the personal musings.

"I'm going to ask Liam to marry me," Elsa blurted out before anyone else could fill the silence, and at the proclamation and all the friends' jaw's dropped. They were each of them stunned into silence, a rare state for most of them, and it was obvious to Elsa that she'd truly surprised them all with her intentions. "What? I love him guys, you know that."

"We do, Elsa, and he loves you too," Emma said, finding her words first and trying to soothe the anxiety that their collective shock had sparked for Elsa. "We're just surprised. Are you sure you want to be the one to ask? If Liam is anything like his brother – which we both know he is – then he'll have it all planned. It'll be perfect." The other friends nodded their agreement but Elsa just sighed.

"I know, I just… I don't know. I don't want to wait anymore. All this talk of Emma's wedding has just made it more and more clear to me that I want that too. So why wait? Anything could happen, so why waste time when we know it's right?"

"You're right, Elsa," Belle agreed, taking her hand in a supportive gesture. "If this is what your heart is telling you to do then you should do it."

Everyone else agreed with the assessment but there was one noticeable silence in the group and it came from a source usually filled with commentary, especially when it came to Elsa's love life: Anna was currently sitting there fidgeting in her chair and avoiding the eyes of everyone, but most noticeably Elsa, and if that wasn't a dead give away that something was afoot Emma didn't know what was.

"Anna?" Elsa asked and Anna let out a flustered sigh before the walls she'd had up came crashing down and her words came flooding out.

"Oh God I swore I wouldn't say anything, because Liam wants things to be a surprise, but if you ask him then it will mess things up and you really don't want to mess this up, Elsa. He told me his idea and it's like the story Mom and Dad used to tell us about Dad's proposal only somehow sweeter. Trust me, sis, just a little more patience. If you can wait – oh sheesh, well I guess I'm giving it all away anyway. He's proposing tonight. There I said it."

All of the reactions of the friends ranged at that point, with Mary Margaret falling victim to those happy tears she was famous for and Ruby laughing boisterously as she claimed that she 'knew' there as no way that Liam wouldn't be the one to ask. Meanwhile Elsa looked like she was walking on air, her smile was so wide and then she was standing up, probably on her way to go look for Liam when Emma pulled her back down.

"Not so fast, girl. This isn't the kind of thing you want to rush. Let me send Killian a text. He'll know every detail I'm sure, and we can maybe tell him to get a move on without totally giving away that you're in the know now."

"Thank you Emma," Elsa said gratefully as Emma smiled and sent the text, hoping Killian would give her good news to give Elsa.

"Wow, so this is kind of a big day? Anyone else got any other announcements. Now's your time," Anna joked and at the same time Mary Margaret and Ruby began speaking, then they laughed and both told the other they should go first. In the end it was Mary Margaret who shared her news first.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered, looking happier than she'd ever been and all of the friends burst with their excitement. For over a year she and David had been trying, and there were a few times when Emma had thought perhaps the stars were aligning and Mary Margaret was getting her wish, but to hear that she was really getting it now meant so much to every friend there. For Ruby, however, there was a different kind of reaction as she gawked for a moment before sharing her own news, which was that she too was expecting. One baby was one thing, but two new additions on the way left all of the friends completely floored and then all freaking out at once.

"Holy crap, seriously?!" Belle asked as her hands clapped together. "That's amazing!"

"It really is," Elsa agreed with just as much happiness as she'd shown at her own incoming proposal. "But you guys being pregnant at the same time? I mean, what are the odds?"

"Well I'm thinking they were better than normal since I made it my New Year's wish at the ceremony," Ruby admitted, reminding them all of the protective spell they'd placed on the town and the people they loved as the new year rang in.

All of them had participated in the new year ritual as they always did, but their usual goal of protecting the town and its citizens then ended with each of them offering one silent wish of their own as well. Now, all these months later, it turned out some of those dreams were coming true. In fact, it turned out that Mary Margaret had made the same wish, Elsa had wished to marry Liam, Anna had wished to see her sister as happy in love as she was with Kristoff, and Belle had wished for a way forward with Will. The coincidence was too much, but then everyone looked to Emma expectantly wondering what she wished for.

"So, what was it Emma?" Ruby prodded and Emma shrugged.

"I just wished that we'd all be happy and healthy and safe. I feel like I already have so much, I didn't really think to ask for anything more."

As she said the words though, Emma remembered one small part of her wish that had seemed almost trivial at the time. In the little fantasy that had played out in her head, the one where she and Killian were together with Henry as a family, it hadn't been her house that they were living in. It was the big yellow Victorian not too far from the center of town that had long been a favorite of hers. Maybe it was silly, but she'd always pictured that as the setting for a perfect kind of living. She'd never been able to justify trying to live there if it was just her and Henry, and the owners had never given any indication that they were looking to sell, but now that Killian was a part of this family too and there was a chance that someday their family might grow, Emma couldn't help but picture it and want to know if maybe the magic of the new year had blessed her over too.

Standing suddenly, Emma offered an apologetic look to her friends and said she'd be back after she went to check on something, and as they looked after her Emma moved through the door of Stay a Spell and headed off towards the house in question. It wasn't a long walk by any means, but Emma felt this charge of energy coursing through her and she didn't know if it was hope or anticipation that was getting the best of her, but she knew in her heart she had to come here. Maybe if she spoke to the current owners and just mentioned that she'd be willing to buy if ever they were looking to sell it would ease this sudden want in her, but as she turned the corner and her eyes fell on the house, the initial calm that it inspired was crushed by the sight of a big and bold SOLD sign out front.

"I'm too late," Emma whispered and her stomach sank as the hope she'd just been feeling faded away.

Standing in front of this place that had long been a cornerstone of her secret dreams for a future life, Emma couldn't help the twinge of sadness that came. She shook it away as best she could, knowing that it would never matter where they were, as long as she and Henry and Killian were together that would be the perfect home. Still, if ever there were a place to spend forever, to share a life, to raise a family… well this was the fantasy, and it had been for Emma for years now. Giving that up, even if it had never really been hers to begin with, was harder than she expected. All she could hope at this point was that the new owners would treat this place with the love and care that it deserved. Emma hoped this house held the happiness she'd always pictured here, and then she accepted the fact that next time, if a dream like this presented itself, she'd have to strike faster or risk losing out once more.

As that idea of letting this home go began to settle, however, Emma watched the front door of the house open up and two people exited onto the expansive front porch. To say they were the last two people she would have ever expected was an understatement, and then a prickling feeling of almost-awareness moved through her. Killian and Henry weren't here by coincidence. Something was up with those two, and where they'd teamed up in the past, Emma had only ever found the most beautiful, thoughtful, and glorious results.

"Oh shoot," Henry said a second later as he descended the front steps of the house and made his way to Emma's side, but even as he said it, her kid shook his head and smiled like he wasn't really shocked to see her at all.

"Henry?" Killian asked, after having locked the door behind him, but when he turned and saw Emma, Emma knew in her heart what was coming. "Emma! What's brought you out this way, love?"

"It's kind of a long story. We were all at the café and then I just ended up here…"

"Should have known we'd never keep the secret long," Killian said with a chuckle before coming down and taking Emma's hand in his. "Henry and I had other plans on how to tell you, Swan, but it seems that plan must change."

"I still don't understand," Emma said, even though she followed enough to realize that this house she'd always loved was about to be theirs.

"Operation Our Home is a go, Mom. Killian and I agreed we needed a new place for all of us to build our new memories together, and we figured the best way to get you on board was to pick a house you couldn't say no to."

Emma worked hard to keep the happy tears at bay, but her throat was tight with emotion at the lovely sentiment. And they were absolutely right. She would never say no to this place because it was one that she loved so much. She just couldn't get over these constant grand gestures. Yet even as she thought that Emma knew they would be a constant. Loving a man like Killian who was thoughtful and kind meant that she'd always feel this way. He was a man with his heart set on one thing, making her and her son happy and building a life with them, and as such Emma knew she was in for years and years of similarly spectacular moments.

"So what do you think, my love?" Killian asked as he pulled Emma into his arms, kissing her temple softly. "Can you picture forever here with us?"

"Yes," she whispered before looking from the house back to Killian and then down to Henry. "Forever with you two is all I could ever need."

So with that affirmation from Emma, the three of them all headed back into the house to take a look at the new home that was now theirs. As expected, it was gorgeous and filled with possibility, and over the next few weeks the three of them all crafted a plan for the beautiful future that would be had here for now and always. They added their little touches and unique imprints to make their new home all that it could be, and the best part of all was that Emma knew this house was destined to change and grow in the years to come. For this would be a house for a lifetime, a home for a family, and a place where she'd know the peace love and magic that she'd always wanted her whole life long.

….

Holding his wife as the swayed upon the dance floor the night of their wedding, Killian could safely say that he'd never known a joy quite like this.

True, he'd been saying that since the very first moment that he had met his precious Swan, but today had been different even by their incredibly high standards. For today, the two of them had stood before their friends, their family, and practically all the town and vowed to love each other now and always. They'd promised each other a partnership and passion the likes of which so few people would ever experience, and Killian knew in his heart that there was more to this than luck. This was, as Henry liked to say, fated from the start. He was meant to find Emma and love her always, and now he would finally have his chance.

As the music played around them, Killian hummed the tune, much to the amusement of his wife, but the soundtrack of his evening wasn't the funny irony of Frank Sinatra singing about love and witchcraft. It was a loop of the vows they'd exchanged just a few hours before. All he could see was Emma in that transcendent moment when she became his and he became irrevocably hers. Dressed in the ivory lace gown she still wore currently, her golden hair pinned back but with loose tendrils in the front, and her eyes filled with happy tears that made those jade pools he was constantly lost in shine even brighter, Emma was an angel made real. She had been a true vision in the moment they were wed and remained so all evening long, making Killian keenly aware that he was the single most fortunate man the world over.

"Killian, for so long I was scared to even dream of letting someone into this life I've made for Henry and me. My past had taught me that love like this wasn't in the cards for me, and so I shied away for it for a long long time. But thankfully my heart knew better – heck my kid knew better – and because of that faith and a little bit of magic, here we are."

Those words had caused a stir amongst their audience, who had hardly been contained as the ceremony went on. Not that Killian was surprised. Between the noisy but thrilled tears of half of Emma's friends and the commentary streams from Ruby, Henry, Liam, and the others it hadn't been the solemn, sanctified wedding of tradition. But it had been perfect all the same, and Emma had let out a giggle at their antics that Killian still felt deep in his soul as she continued.

"Since meeting you, I've felt a change within me and I've sensed a shift in this life I always swore to protect. I thought before I had more than any one person could ever need, but I was so wrong. You've shown me the light that love brings in, and that magic can be more than I ever thought possible. Together I know we will build a life truly worth living, a life filled with love and laughter and today I get the realest blessing of calling you my husband. I couldn't be happier for that, because it means I get to walk this path and start this journey with you, the man I love, the man who makes my dreams come true. I'll love you forever, Killian Jones. Forever and then a little more."

In the face of her sweetest words and promise of love Killian had been choked up himself, but despite what tradition might dictate, he was unable to simply dive into his own prepared words. Instead he'd pulled his almost wife and better half close for a kiss that wasn't supposed to take place just yet. The hoots and hollers of their friends reminded them of that, but as he'd broken away and told Emma that she was everything to him, he knew the woman who held his whole heart so gently in her hand didn't care about tradition. The happiness in her eyes was testament enough that they were in this together and making their own way, no matter what others might think or feel.

"Emma, from the moment we met there has never been a single second where I wasn't sure that you would change my world. In an instant you anchored a restless soul that had been wandering too long. I was lost out in the world, but the greatest cruelty was I didn't even see how much I was missing until I was led here, to the home I so desperately needed."

"See! He gets it," Henry had whispered to Liam loud enough for everyone to hear and another laugh was shared throughout the space.

"Aye, lad I do," Killian responded, turning back and nodding at Henry before looking back again to Emma and proceeding on.

"At first I thought the town itself held something special, something different. But you were the change I needed, Swan. You were the love I'd never hoped to find and through all you are and all you've given me you have made it impossible not to love you. In truth, I can't express just how deep that love goes, for words cannot contain all that I feel. Just know that with every passing moment my love for you grows, and every day I thank God for all we have because you were willing to take a chance, and because fate intervened and showed me the way to the only life I could ever want. What we have here is more than magic, Emma. It's something meant to be, and I swear to you that I will cherish you and our family for this day and all my days forever more."

With those sacred vows now out between them, Killian hadn't feel any less charged with emotion, and that was only made more real and tangible when Emma too broke form and pulled him in for a kiss before their officient could give them both permission. It was perfect though, every single detail of it, and the party that followed with all the well wishers in their life was beautiful too. It was an evening under the stars, lit up by lanterns and twinkling lights in the same glen on the property of their new home where Killian had proposed at Christmas. Here now wildflowers blossomed, some from the summer season itself, but others magically crafted by Emma and her friends. Fireflies too flashed in the wooded area just beyond, and the subtle sound of waves upon the shore sounded from the beach not too far away.

This was, by every kind of measurement, a runaway success, a wedding to remember, but the only thing that gnawed at Killian was that in all of the festivities Emma and Killian hadn't had the chance to really be alone. It had been more than twenty-four hours, in fact, since he and Emma had spent the night before their wedding apart, and though he was assuaged on some level by holding her in his arms as they swayed across the dance floor, his heart yearned for the chance to steal Emma away and show her just how much he loved her.

"How much trouble do you think we'll get in if we make a run for it now?" Emma asked, her voice trickling into Killian's thoughts and so closely resembling his own line of thinking that he had to grin as he pulled back to look into her eyes, his hand cupping her jaw as his thumb traced gently at the corner of her mouth.

"I've been assessing that very question for some time, my love."

"And have you found any answers?" Emma asked, pulling him in closer by the dress shirt he was wearing so he was only a whisper away. "Because I'd really like to start my wedding night with my husband right about now."

"Say no more, Swan," Killian replied before surprising her and lifting her into his arms to carry across the dance floor and from the reception. The cheers that went out at the action were of a raucous if well-meant variety and after a brief check in with Henry, who was staying the night with Liam and Elsa, Killian brought his wife up the pathway from the meadow where they'd just held their reception and to the new home that they'd found together and crafted into a place perfect for them.

Tonight would be the first time that they'd spend in this house despite their owning it for about a month now. They could have moved in sooner, but Emma had made mention one night as they lay in bed together in her old house of how romantic it would be to have their wedding night be the first one spent in the place they'd be building their lives from here on out. Killian had decided in that moment that that was exactly what they'd do. He had no desire to deny his bride in any way, not when his surest form of pleasure was seeing Emma satisfied, but before he could take her upstairs and make love to her the whole night through, there was one last thing he needed from the woman he loved – and he felt his hands begin to shake after he'd carried Emma through the threshold and put her down in their home.

"There's just one thing left, Emma, and I know it's a little out of the ordinary in terms of a wedding present, but I was hoping I might ask for mine specifically."

Emma looked a little puzzled at his words, and then looked surprised when he pulled out a file of papers from a drawer there in the living room, but upon reading what they said, tears filled her eyes and a small smile graced her lips before her hand flew up to cover them. She scanned the lines, trying to be sure of what she was reading, before looking back at Killian with so much love it almost hurt to see it and not sweep her upstairs right now.

"Today you've already given me the world, Emma. Becoming my wife, joining our families, it means everything to me, and I never want to pressure you or Henry, but just as my love for you sprang from our first encounter, so too did my love for your son."

"Our son," Emma said happily. "Killian this is – God it almost feels like too much, but it's not, it's perfect. I know Henry would love to have you as his Dad officially, and nothing would mean more to him than to be a Jones too."

"You really think so?" Killian asked, hopeful that Henry would be amiable to the idea but never wanting to take the boy's approval of him for granted.

"I know so," Emma said with a firm sense of assurance that couldn't be denied. Then she put the papers back on the side table next to them and pulled Killian in close once more. "And I also know that I can't wait another second to be with you, Killian. So please don't make me wait."

"Never," Killian promised before they made their way upstairs and to the master suite all laid out and arranged for this evening and the life they'd share here.

Part of Killian felt like the familiar dance of stripping off the layers between them moved too quickly even as it seemed to take an age to reveal his wife to his hungry gaze. With deft fingers Emma had removed all the garments that kept her from him, but when it came to be his turn Killian tried to take it slower. He wanted to commit every element of this to memory, from the way Emma's wedding gown slipped off her a little more when each button was undone, to the reveal of the barest scraps of white lace underneath that left him even more crazed for her. Every second that past was another moment to hold close forever, but perhaps none struck his heart as surely as when Emma flashed him a knowing grin as her hair hung loose around her shoulders. She had never looked more poised and confident and sure of herself and of him, and that was all he'd ever wanted since meeting this remarkable woman all those months ago.

"Much as I love the way you're looking at me, I can only take so much waiting tonight," Emma said, moving back into the bed and bidding him to follow like a moth drawn to a flame. "I need to know that this is real. I need you to show me."

"Nothing's ever been more real than this, Emma, and I'll spend the rest of our lives and then some proving that to you.

Killian punctuated each of those words with kisses against her skin, first at her lips then down her jaw, trailing a teasing path that didn't exactly hurry, but built momentum towards what his wife ultimately needed. Emma thought hard and fast was the answer, but with a whole life ahead of them Killian had no intention of speeding up the clock. He'd savor every moment, taste every part of her, and sate every need his Swan could possibly conceive of, and then he'd do it again and again before the sun was up. That was his duty as her husband, and Killian would never back down from his honor and his right to lay the world at Emma's feet.

With the aim of satisfying both of them in mind, Killian found the balance between sweet and torturous tension that would soon lead to release. He let his hands roam across the expanse of her soft skin, tracing underneath the flimsy bra that she still had on her and feeling her intake of breath. Moments like this were intoxicating, stronger than any high he'd ever felt. Some might say it was like being caught up in a spell that she had cast months ago, but Killian had never felt freer or more alive than when he had Emma in his arms like this. Feeling her writhe beneath him as he stripped her of the garment that stood between them and brought his mouth to her breasts, Killian held back the moan at the back of his throat that came from Emma's earnest pleas. Hearing his name tumble past her lips over and over mixed with words of her love and her need were almost too much to bear, and when he knew he had her frenzy building higher and higher his hand trailed down, slipping past the lace between her thighs and sinking home to her waiting sex, finding Emma already at the very edge of climax.

"Killian."

His name this time was barely more than a whimper, caught up in the feeling as she was and Killian looked up to find her eyes closed as she chased the feeling of bliss that would come when he let her fall apart. Perhaps a stronger man would have waited, would have prolonged that state for the sake of more payoff down the line, but Killian couldn't. Instead he swirled his thumb against her clit with just the right amount of pressure to have her clinging to him as she broke apart in his arms, reveling in how freely Emma gave herself and how undeniable her trust was that he would never steer her wrong.

Seeing Emma in such a state only fueled the need within Killian further. He was aching for his own release, but unable to comprehend it just yet. If this was going to last and he was going to get his fill of his beautiful wife he needed to be patient and draw this out. He did this by slowing back down to a languid speed, kissing his way down Emma's body and leaving the faintest of marks as he went, much to Emma's pleasure. Sated as she'd seemed a few moments before, it didn't take long for Killian to rile her back up again, and by the time he was positioned between her thighs ready to take her with his mouth her eyes had filled with that same glint of need and her skin flushed pink with heat and desire. Then he ripped off the last remaining piece of lace keeping Emma from him and she swallowed harshly, fighting to find words because even in their most intimate moments her wit couldn't be contained.

"And to think I thought you'd like those…"

"Like isn't the word I'd use, love, but they were in my way and you know I don't stand for anything that keeps us apart."

With those words spoken between them and the responding look in Emma's eyes that said she felt the same way, Killian descended towards her slick flesh and Emma caved to the sensations in an instant. Time had taught Killian exactly what his Swan desired and every flick and suck and lick was purposefully meant to stoke the flames she felt within. It was all done in the hopes of watching her shatter again, and by God he did, but before he could send her tipping over for a third time she pulled him back with her hands in his hair and shook her head, trying to silently say what she needed before she found her words.

"I need you with me this time, Killian. Please."

That one word rendered him powerless to resist Emma's wishes, not that he'd ever want to. He was at the edge as it was, but when he'd slipped home and filled her in one solid thrust that state of mind-numbing lust shocked his system once again. She was so damn tight it cast out all other thoughts from his consciousness. They fit together like they were made to be one and every time they made love was more powerful than the last, but tonight was different. Tonight they were man and wife and the comfort and peace that came from that was matched only by the adoration Killian always carried for Emma and the endless love he felt for the woman who had transformed his whole world.

Eventually, despite his plans to make this last as long as could be, they came together, crashing into ecstasy side by side and panting for breath as they did, but they both knew it was just a short reprieve. They'd be like this all evening, wrapped up together, neither of them letting go when all they wanted was this closeness. If they slept at all it would be a miracle, but who needed sleep when they could have a love like this instead?

"So… is this the part where the guy and the girl live happily ever after?" Emma asked, her cheek resting on Killian's shoulder as her fingers traced a delicate design along his chest. Killian smiled, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head before replying.

"Aye, love. That's typically how these stories go. At least that's what they tell me."

"According to Henry our story has a few more characters on the way," Emma said thoughtfully and Killian felt his heart skip a beat at the mention of more children. He hadn't wanted to say anything or push Emma to go faster than she was willing, but by bringing it up he had to believe she was more ready for that step than he'd originally anticipated and God knew he was just as willing to start that journey together.

"Well it is our destiny it seems. And if we've such a destiny ahead of us then perhaps we better get a move on," Killian murmured as his fingers trailed up Emma's stomach lightly, bringing out goose bumps as he did.

"We actually might already be there," Emma whispered and Killian's eyes flew up to hers, searching for an answer. "I haven't taken a test or anything, but I'm a few days late and last night I had the strangest dream…"

"A dream, eh?" Killian asked, biting back a smile since dreams seemed to have a very powerful implication in this family.

"Yeah. It was eerily similar to some I've only ever had once before."

"And when was that, love?" Killian asked, though he already knew in some way where Emma was going with this.

"When I was pregnant with Henry. Before all of this I might have thought it was just a coincidence but now…"

Would wonders never cease? Killian couldn't imagine how one day could bring all of this joy into an already happy life, but here he was feeling like the universe just kept on giving. A wedding, a wife, a son, and possibly another child on the way… Could there be anything to describe this other than that he lived a charmed life?

"But now," Killian said as he took Emma's hand in his and kissed it lightly. "Now we know not to question your magic, my love."

"Or the magic we make together," Emma said with a laugh and Killian couldn't stop himself from laughing too as Emma clarified her statement. "Okay I'll admit that was cheesy, but I figure we get a pass because it's true love right?"

"Aye, love, the truest love that love can be."

And the beautiful thing was that it was a pure and unyielding kind of love, the likes of which are ripe for magic and joy and every good thing. Years would come and years would go, and in the life that Emma and Killian built together, their love, and the magic it inspired, always seemed to follow. Good things came, and trials came too, but in the end it was a happy union that the two of them shared together, and thanks to the strength of their love and the unbreakable bond they'd created by saying yes to their hearts' desires, that magic would never die and never waiver, instead extending to their children and their children's children for generations and generations to come.

Post-Note: It is always so bittersweet to come to the end of a story, especially ones like this one where not only was it a joy to write, but it clearly was a new favorite for a lot of my lovely readers. So I just want to thank each and every one of you who reached out about this story in any capacity. Whether it was reviews, comments, messages, or what have you, you guys fed the muse even through the driest spells of my PhD program and for that I am so grateful. As I said before, there will undoubtedly be an epilogue (or a couple epilogues) to come for this story, because how could I ever not show a better glimpse into the happy ending a few years down the line? But I just don't know when that will be at this point. It might have to wait until my next school break but it will come. Anyway thanks again, I really hope you all have enjoyed and be on the lookout because I have plans for a new AU coming out in the new year and many more oneshots to boot. Thanks again, and happy New Year!