A/N: And here it is, the last chapter of a story that took 1 year, 1 month, and 1 week to complete! Thank you all for your patience, your candor, your support, and your love. You've made these characters come to life in a way I never could alone.

Enjoy this epilogue and may you know that for these two, there never really is an end. :)

Four Years Later

"Please stay around here for us, Olivia!"

The slender brunette, no more than four feet tall, spun around to face her parents to reply, "Can I go and show my new gift?" Olivia asked, while pointing behind her. The grin on her face blinding, as she stamped her feet in anticipation and excitement. Her curly brown hair had been pulled up into a small ponytail, showing off her already strong jawline and prominent cheekbones delicately framed on her olive-toned skin.

"Of course, sweetheart. Your mom is just nervous that you'll get distracted. Go have fun!" The women paused as their daughter ran ahead of them. After a moment, Emily turned to speak directly to her wife, "I know you mean well, but you really need to give her room to breathe every now and then, babe."

"We hadn't even finished crossing the street though, Em! I just wanted her to know our expectations for the afternoon."

Sitting down on a bench nearby, Emily placed a delicate kiss against her forehead, "Alison, she's lived with our expectations her whole life, and when has she ever let us down?"

"Never." Alison leaned into her wife's shoulder for comfort, "Is this what you were like at five almost six? Full of life and so, so smart?"

The brunette shook her head while pointing straight ahead, "I was far more shy, Al. She got all of this from you."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Alison chuckled, rotating her wife's face toward hers for a short kiss, "I've never heard you complain."

Emily murmured in contentment leaning in, meeting the side of Alison's face with the delicate touch of her palm. Despite being in public, it didn't take long for Emily to slip her tongue inside of her wife's mouth, which caused Alison to moan against her briefly. Nipping her bottom lip as she pulled away, Alison bit her lip while maintaining eye contact. "Any other complaints you'd like to lodge, Mrs. Fields?"

"I have no complaints. None at all." Emily curled her finger back toward her face, "Come back here."

"Emmy, we're in the middle of town."

Emily looked at her knowingly, "Oh, is it now my fault that wife is entirely too alluring for me to keep my hands off of her in public?"

They collapsed into each other laughing far too smitten for a typical couple after being together over a decade. Since their reunion four years earlier, the two had rarely been apart. They had spent days, weeks, and months working on their relationship from the ground up until the entire foundation of it was purely each other. It made them impenetrable. It gave them strength and perseverance in every obstacle they faced. They withstood the odds and were better off in spite of all the world had thrown against them.

"Mama?" Olivia called from the other side of the public area. "Can you help me?"

"You ready?" Emily asked, pecking her wife on the cheek before they both stood up to see what their daughter needed.

"Yes, Livvy?" Alison crouched down next to her as Olivia passed over an action figure. "Oh? Who is this?"

"That's Mega Mask. He is evil and keeps trying to use his secret potions to poison the city."

Alison glanced over at Emily who shrugged at the story their daughter was weaving. "Okay, and who do you have there, Squirt?"

"This is Ghost Ninja and her sidekick The Incredible Fly. Both of them have powers that make it really hard for Mega Mask to catch them. That's why Mega Mask is mad at them."

"I gotcha." She gestured to the other characters laying behind her on the ground that had come out of the superhero set they purchased at the store half an hour before arriving, "Who is your favorite out of all of them though?"

Olivia lifted the superhero in her right hand, "I like Ghost Ninja because of how brave she is, just like me!" She paused as she turned around and picked up a character off the ground, "But this one! This one is Liam's favorite."

Despite hearing Emily deep inhale behind her, Alison kept as straight of a face as she could, "And who is that?"

"It's Doctor Flash. He creates stuff in his lab that helps Ghost Ninja and The Incredible Fly, but he doesn't come around a lot. Like Liam and the wind."

Olivia was absorbed in describing each and every characteristic of the action figures in front of her. At the store when Emily and Alison had told her that they were going to visit their brother afterward, she had sprinted toward the toy aisle before they could stop her. From the time Olivia could form full sentences, she talked about her brother almost more than any subject. It had been a delicate balance for the parents who wanted Liam to be a part of their family, but also wanted their daughter to understand the role he played in everyday life. When they had been here a few weeks earlier, Emily had told her about how feeling the wind was a way the married couple knew that their son was close by. And ever since, Olivia had been obsessed with the wind. She walked outside each morning to see if she could feel the breeze. She ran as fast as she could across the lawn so that she could feel her hair blowing behind her. It was one of the many examples the women had given Olivia to help her understand that had ended up somewhat backfiring on them.

Alison placed her hand on her daughter's shoulder as she interrupted Olivia's barrage of descriptions, "Mommy and I actually wanted to talk to you about that today. Can you come sit with us really quick?"

She set down each of the actions figures while grabbing her mom's hand, "I'll be right back, Liam. Mommy wants to talk to me."

"Actually, this conversation is for the whole family, Liv. Come sit up here on my lap." Emily picked her up as Alison settled in beside them, "We have two things to talk about, Squirt. We're going to start with the harder one, okay? You remember what we say about things that are hard to talk about?"

"Hard talks are not bad talks." Olivia repeated, looking down at her hands.

"You're right. Last week, Mommy talked to you about Liam and said that sometimes we know that he's with us when the wind blows."

Oliva nodded, "Yeah, and two times this week he came and visited me."

"Well, that's great, sweetheart." Alison reassured, "And we don't want to take those moments away from you. But we wanted to make sure that you don't get attached to that idea either because… and there's no easy way to say this, but…"

"Do you understand that Liam isn't actually in the wind, Olivia?" Emily interrupted. "Sorry…" she whispered into Alison's shoulder.

"Duh. People can't live in the wind, Mommy!" Their daughter snapped her head, as if it were the easiest idea to comprehend in the world.

Alison couldn't help but cackle, "Yeah, duh, Mommy! Why would you ever think that?"

"And Liam can't be in the wind when he's right here." Olivia directed her attention back toward the memorial statue on the corner of Main Street and the hospital.

Emily nudged Alison to give her an 'I told you so' look before the blonde began speaking again, "Okay… But, Livvy, Liam isn't right here either."

Olivia looked back at them confused, "So he's with Gampa?" she asked, referring to Emily's father who had passed away while the two were in high school.

"No, Liv. Your brother was really little when he passed away, remember?"

"He was in your tummy, Mommy." She put her head on Emily's stomach with a thud, which caused Alison to viscerally respond next to them with a groan.

Emily chuckled before slowing down her speech in hopes that in the second time around the messaging would stick, "Yes, he was. But because of how tiny he was, we didn't actually get to bury him next to Gampa. So when we say that Liam is somewhere, it's because his memory gets to live within each of us. Not because he is actually here like your mom or me."

"See, all of the stories we tell you about Liam and all of the adventures you have with him when we come and visit this spot, you get to carry those moments with you everywhere you go. You don't need the wind to be blowing or to be right here in this spot in order for your brother to be with you. We are living for your brother every day. Does that make sense?"

Olivia nodded, unsurely, "So, I am Liam?"

"Not exactly. But you carry little parts of him and the memories you have together everywhere you go. We just don't want you to think that because the wind doesn't blow or because we don't get to come to this spot every day that Liam isn't with you. He always will be, Liv."

"Okay! Can I go play now?" she tried to wriggle free from in between them.

"Nope, nope, nope." Emily insisted, sticking out her arm for Olivia to stay put, "That was our hard conversation. Now we have our fun conversation!"

"We get ice cream?" the five-year old prompted.

"Ooh, ice cream!" Alison's eye widened, looking at her wife. "Maybe in a bit, but first Mommy has something for you."

"A present?"

Emily continued, reaching into her purse, "Kind of like a present. We just wanted to show you something."

The brunette passed an image into their daughter's hands. A picture she had become familiar with over the years, "A somingram!" Olivia screamed, "Liam?"

"It's son-o-gram." Alison smiled, while emphasizing each syllable, "And no baby, this isn't Liam. It's your new little brother."

Emily clutched her wife's waist as Olivia stared in wonder at the picture. "New brother? In your belly?" Olivia slammed against Emily's stomach once again, pressing her ear to her side.

Emily groaned while shaking her head, "No, sweetheart. He's in Mama's belly." And as Olivia began shifting herself, Emily held her back at the shoulders, "But! You're being too rough. You need to be much softer with Mama."

Leading her hand softly, Alison placed one hand on her stomach as she gently pressed Olivia's head against her as well. At only 13 weeks, Alison's bump was barely protruding, but Olivia was invested all the same. "A baby is in here? Right here?"

Alison nodded as tears began welling up in her eyes, "Mm-hmm. And by October, he will actually be here with our family."

Keeping her head on Alison's stomach, Olivia squealed, "Liam's going to be so excited! Does he have a name? I need to know everything for Liam. He's going to be just as happy as me!" Her little legs kicked beneath her as she smiled in excitement.

Emily's hand rested on her daughter's back, "His name is Levi."

"Levi?"

"We wanted to make sure we paid tribute to your brother a little bit. I'm not sure if you remember, but before you could really say Liam's name, you used to just call him Li." Alison commented while lacing her fingers with her wife's.

"I did?" Olivia looked up to meet her mother's blue eyes.

"You did, and we thought it would be a good way to remember him more if your little brother carried that on."

"So I can call Levi, Le if I want to?"

"Of course you can, Liv. We definitely will, and as long as it's nice, you can call him anything you want." Emily commented behind the girl as she began moving for the ground.

"Can I go tell Liam now?"

"Sure. But don't forget –" Alison attempted to interject. But before she could finish, Olivia turned around.

" – He's right here!" She pointed at her chest, smiling from ear to ear before turning around and yelling Liam's name. "Liam, you'll never guess! But – "

Emily glanced up at her wife, "You think she got it?"

"We'll find out tomorrow if she runs into the backyard again to try and feel the wind blowing." She laughed, falling back into Emily's shoulder. "How did we get so fucking lucky, Emily?"

"Because we were given a lifetime together. You make us and Olivia better every single day."

Alison kissed her wife briefly before continuing, "That's very sweet. But, I mean specifically with her. She surprises me daily. I don't know how amidst all of our chaos when she was first born how she turned out so… perfect."

"She's the best of both of us. You know what I can't wait for though?" Emily asked, facing Alison once more, "I'm ready for this little guy to come out. I can't wait to see how handsome he is with your eyes and hopefully your dimples. And sometimes I wonder if he will even make the same cute little face you do whenever you're confused."

"Like this?" Alison prompted before attempting it.

"Close. But, you have to furrow your eyebrows a little more. It looks more like..." Emily stopped, doing her best impression.

"And you think that face is the cutest one I make?"

Emily nodded, pulling her wife in for another kiss, "Have I told you how sexy I find you pregnant?"

"Only twenty times a day, sweetheart."

"Like damn, I thought that I hit the jackpot at twenty-fucking-two. If only I could've told that Emily how fucking attractive you'd be 12 years down the line…"

"I'm flattered. But like I told you earlier, we are in the middle of town, babe."

The brunette leaned forward barely licking her wife's earlobe before whispering, "Then let's go home."

Alison shivered, "As tempting as that offer is…" she got within centimeters of her wife's lips before quickly standing up, "I believe we promised a certain five-year old ice cream."

"You're a fucking tease, DiLaurentis." Emily retorted while standing up to wrap her arms around Alison's waist, "Olivia, pick up your superheroes! We need to go get your mother ice cream, stat! We've got to get home and get ready for bed!"

"It's not even night time, Mommy! We don't go to bed until night time…"

"Yeah, Mommy? It's not even night time!" Alison remarked, grabbing onto their daughter's hand as she juggled her superheroes in her left arm.

Emily sighed, letting go of Alison's waist to hold onto to her other hand, "You're too smart for me, Liv. Fine, let's go get some ice cream and maybe a pizza on the way home. I'll be patient for bed time. But you owe me, babe." Alison kissed her wife's cheek tenderly before allowing her mind to wander on the way to car.

Over the past four years since returning home, Alison had taken time during the best moment that she could imagine for the day to complete an exercise she learned while in prison. It was simple but effective in making sure that Alison's actions lined up with her hopes. At first, her lists and requests had remained simple, not wanting to jump too far out of line or be too specific with what she wished to achieve. But as the years went on and her and Emily continued getting stronger and more communicative and better overall, Alison's list became more elaborate.

A task that first started with all that Alison would need to lead a happy life began to broaden to everything she wanted beyond her needs. Things that weren't requirements but would be more than appreciated. Then, as her wants and needs collided in the reunion of her relationship, she began expanding the list more to include all that she yearned for, each desire for their future. Each moment of life that Alison hoped to cling to. And when she finally allowed herself to do those three things: state her needs proudly, want for more, and desire the best for her family, she reached the ability to dream. Since being let down by half of her immediate family before the age of 18, she finally dared to dream again.

She ventured beyond what she knew possible and allowed the world to bring what it may. And as her mind wandered on that picturesque April morning, Alison believed that after eight years, she might have surpassed what the lesson was meant for. Because as she swung Olivia's hand while her and Emily sang the 'Itsy Bitsy Spider' for yet another time on the way back to their car as she felt butterflies spiraling from her stomach, Alison realized that this moment right here, sandwiched between the two women she loved more than anything in the world…

This moment was a more fulfilling reality than any dream she could have ever even imagined.

A/N: *sobs* Writing for an older Olivia was one of my favorite things I've written for this story. Making her playful yet sharp as a wit seemed to be the perfect combination between the two. I hope that this was positive enough to make your weeks, and thank you again for all of the support.

The companion story to this one, Remember Me, IS ALREADY OUT NOW! If you are looking for some completed Emison stories to tide you over, I would recommend More Like Her and Turn Your Face, both of which are pretty good if you ask me :) But Remember Me contines moving forward with this version of Emily and Alison and jumps in time because I think we've worn out their 20s. Haha. Can't wait to see you all there! It already has a few chapters posted, and I'm just as excited as you are to see where it goes.

You all are the greatest. See you at the next one :)

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