Won't Someone Save Me From Me?

Part Three: Together we Can Save Ourselves

Five years later

"Moms!" Victoire cried out, her five year old voice carrying far. "Faith and Fernando are arguing over the crayons, again!"

Emma lets out a groan and rolls over in the bed, burying her face in Regina's chest. "You go get them to stop fighting. It's too early in the morning for this."

"No, you tell them to," Regina grunted out, trying to hunker down and go back to sleep.

"Before seven am the kids are your responsibility," Emma responded with sleepily.

"I can't believe you just used a Lion King quote on me," Regina grumbled as something shattered downstairs and the two women felt the tell tale tingle of magic being used. That couldn't be good.

"Please?" Emma begged. "I'll make it up to you later?"

"Fine," Regina sighed out and untangled herself from the sleepy bundle that was Emma. She slipped her slippers on and tied on her bathrobe, going down the stairs with her eyes still half open. She found Victoire waiting for her at the bottom, hands on hips. Only five years old, she was tall for her age and taking after Emma in terms of how stubborn she could be and in how she could get Regina to do anything for her if she so much as pouted at her with those green eyes. Now, those eyes were annoyed. "Mom you take forever to come down!"

"What happened? Who broke what?"

"Fernando used his magic!"

Regina looked over the scene of the two fighting four year old twins. Both of them had Emma's eyes color and Regina's hair color, their son's hair having a curly quality to it. With a tired flick of her wrist, the crayon box they were tugging at multiplied and suddenly they had two.

"How did you do that?!" Victorie wondered in surprise as Faith and Fernando smiled happily and got back to using their respective crayons. Regina would have chastised Fernando for using magic negatively but she was a bit too tired for it now. Maybe later, at dinner. She flicked her wrist and the vase that had fallen was repaired.

"Maybe one day when you're old enough I'll show you how to do it," Regina said as she shuffled off to make breakfast.

"Will I have magic?" Victoire asked with those big adorable eyes of hers.

"Someday, darling."

Faith, a twin named by Emma's side of the family, naturally. And Fernando, named by Regina so as to have a child with her heritage to his name, literally, both had magic already. And Victoire did not have hers.

This was a source of worry for her, because she wanted to learn magic too. Sometimes it simply was that magical latency appeared later on and that Victoire was a late bloomer.

"But when?" she pressed, hugging her mother's leg as Regina got out the eggs, bacon, and milk from the fridge.

"Your Ma was a late bloomer. She didn't discover she had magic until she was 28."

"Will I have to wait that long?"

"No, you won't."

"Yay!" Victoire squealed and went running to the living room so she could finish watching her TV show.

As Regina waits for the bacon to fry, she plays with the engagement ring on her finger. Emma had been the one to propose. Grandly, too. She had invited Regina to a gazebo where she had rented out an mini orchestra to play for them as Emma stood in a full suit, champagne glass in hand and ring box in the other.

She had even had a mini speech prepared and it had almost made Regina cry with how sappy it was. And then Mary and David had emerged from the bushes, along with Henry and had thrown flowers into the air as Emma and Regina shared a kiss once Emma slid the ring on.

That had almost been two years ago and Mary once again was back at pressuring them to get married, only because she still wanted to make the sappiest wedding possible for them.

But they were all taking it slow. Snails pace, really.

These past five years had been surprisingly peaceful and they don't want to spoil it. They're simply enjoying being a family. Though, they hadn't planned on expanding their family past Victoire, things had happened and the twins had been born. They couldn't be upset about it, because it gave them both a chance to be mothers, properly.

And Mary had been insanely overjoyed with having more grandkids. Sometimes she would steal them away and have them over at her house and Regina would pretend she didn't notice Mary sneaking them back in before she and Emma woke up.

Henry is awoken by the smell of bacon. He's grown up so suddenly on them. He's 17 now, all gangly limbs and deep voice when they swore he was just a small babe not so long ago.

"Help get the twins ready," Regina says and he does. By the time the table is set and the kids are ready, Emma clomps down the stairs, finally looking awake.

"Mm, breakfast," she goes to snag a piece of bacon only for Regina to slap at her fingers.

"Use a fork."

"You know I'm a sloppy eater," Emma says with a wink. The comment goes over the younger kids heads but Henry makes a grossed out face as he bites into his toast. "Some of us are trying to eat here."

With the family all settled down by the table to enjoy the beginning of yet another day together, they began to eat.

A/N: So this is the end of the series. It was only supposed to be one part but then naturally I got carried away writing it. Oops.

If you like omegaverse, be sure to check out my other upcoming omegaverse fics. I'll be posting 'I Can't Get you Off my Mind (and Maybe I'm Crazy but it's True)' soon.