Author's notes:

This is the last chapter… Finally! Enjoy the epilogue (which gave me a lot of trouble, especially the last section) and leave me a review if you liked the story.

Do not hesitate to have a look at my other story, "Prison Break - Season 5 Episode 10" (yes, that's the title I picked and I'm embarrassed about it now).

Sending you lots of MiSa love :)

Epilogue

September 11-20, 2017

Michael and Sara landed in Paris for their honeymoon on Monday morning and went straight to their hotel. They had a quick shower there, then they wandered around near their hotel until it was time for them to go to their cooking class. Much to Michael's amusement, the classes were indeed in French! They had a good laugh about it and worked even harder to follow the instructions and prepare their meal. In the end, their first attempt at cooking French food in France wasn't bad and they exited the building with pride, already looking forward to their next lesson.

The rest of the week followed the same routine: breakfast near their hotel (croissants and baguettes were their favorite choices); visit of a popular attraction; cooking class, including supper; and a long walk before going back to their hotel. They went to several museums and loved each one: Musée d'Orsay famous for its Impressionists (they admired several masterpieces there, including some by one of Sara's favorite painters, Paul Cezanne, and Michael's new favorite one, Vincent van Gogh); Musée du Louvre, if only for Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa; Musée Rodin named after the well-known sculptor (they both fell in love with its beautiful garden where they were able to admire Rodin's most renowned sculpture, The Thinker). They also visited Paris' most iconic monument, the Eiffel Tower. They visited it during the day and came back at night to see it illuminated. Magical every time! For their last days in Paris, they did a cruise on the Seine, had a picnic in Luxembourg Gardens and got lost in the beautiful streets of Montmartre. Between touristic activities and delicious food, they walked for hours and ended each day exhausted. That being said, Paris was the city of love and it lived up to its reputation for the Scofields as they also made love a lot while in the capital of France. In the end, Michael and Sara's honeymoon was everything that they had hoped for and more.

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Friday, December 15th

Michael's apartment had been sold at the end of August and they had started looking for a house a few weeks after their return from Paris. They found the perfect place for their future family in November and finalized the purchase ten days before Christmas. Michael and Sara got the keys to their new house on December 15th and immediately started on the renovations. Lincoln helped, Sucre too. Even LJ lent a hand whenever possible. In total, they spent a month working part time on the renovations, mostly weekends, and dedicated more hours during the holidays. They wanted to remodel the kitchen (Michael "The Chef" Scofield had insisted), upgrade the upstairs bathroom (a necessity according to Sara) and repaint the whole house. Sara took part in the painting. For the rest, she mostly contributed by giving her opinion and making sure that everything was ready for the move. Michael and her often spent several evenings in the month of January prepping walls and painting room after room. Michael's very old jeans (the ones ripped at the knees that Sara particularly liked) reappeared and it didn't help speed up the process…

One night, Sara cornered Michael in the master bedroom and they ended up making love in their new house for the first time. On a sheet. On the floor. Because they had nothing at that point in terms of furniture. They "christened" the rest of the house by also making love in the other (still empty) bedrooms, in the kitchen when it was completely renovated (both appreciated the versatility of its large counter tops!), and in the living room as they took advantage of Michael's very comfortable couch one Sunday afternoon. They decided against having sex in the basement on the grounds that it was for guests and that it would be somewhat inappropriate.

On Friday January 19th, Michael and Sara went to the house one last time before the big move that was planned for the next day. Michael needed to finish painting one of the bedrooms upstairs while Sara was to clean the bathroom next door. When Sara was satisfied with her job and with the overall design of her new bathroom, she went to check on Michael. They needed to go back to the apartment. It was getting late and they had a long weekend ahead of them. However, her plan was derailed as soon as she entered the room and saw her husband. Michael who had just applied one last coat of paint was busy picking up his tray, roller and brush from the floor. Sara admired the view for a few seconds (god, those jeans!) before jumping in and helping Michael clean the rest of the room. She removed the sheets that were protecting the floors and put them in a garbage bag with the things that were to be discarded. She then grabbed him by the hand and gently but firmly led him to the bathroom to show him her own work. At least, that was what he thought initially. He was about to comment on the bathroom's spotless look when he noticed that Sara had taken her top off.

"What are you doing, Sara?"

Sara got rid of her shoes, pants and socks next. Then, when she was only in her underwear, she finally answered Michael's question: "Well, right now, I'm hoping that you're going to join me in the shower. I think it's time we test our new shower cabin and see if it can comfortably accommodate two people…"

Michael's response was to undress as quickly as possible. Sara smiled to herself when she started the shower. She already loved their new house!

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Wednesday, February 14th, 2018

Sara had contemplated for a long time what to do for Valentine's Day that year. Inspiration had come three weeks before the date that would mark their first Valentine's Day as a married couple. More importantly for Sara, it would be her first attempt at organizing something for the two of them after Michael had convinced her to celebrate the romantic holiday. After two days of late-night shifts at the hospital, Sara appreciated having the day off to relax and get ready for Michael's surprise evening. After doing two loads of laundry and some cleaning, she sat down on the couch in the living room and only planned to take a short nap but her body seemed to need more rest than she thought. She woke up with a start at 5:22 pm. Damn, she was late! She grabbed her keys and left the house in a hurry. She had two stops to make to finalize her preparation: first at their favorite gelato shop, then at the Thai restaurant that was 10 minutes away from their place.

When Michael arrived home at 6:12 pm (only twelve minutes after his intended arrival), he found the house empty. Perplexed, he looked everywhere for a note that Sara could have left for him. He found none and decided to go and take a shower. Michael was almost finished when he felt two arms wrap around his waist from behind. His heart skipped a beat: Sara was with him in the shower! A grin broke on his face. He slowly turned around and barely had time to say "hi" to Sara that her soft lips were on his.

"Hi", Sara said after a slow kiss that left both of them wanting for more. "Food should be here in 20 minutes", she added before pushing him gently so that she could be under the spray and start to wash up.

Michael observed Sara for a moment and cogitated. When Sara had told him that food would be there in 20 minutes, did she mean that he'd better move and let her finish her shower in peace or did she mean that they should be quick if they wanted to make love in the shower? He thought that it was the latter and not the former. He hoped that it was the latter. Since they had officially moved in, the bathroom had become their destination of choice when they wanted to be intimate outside of the bedroom. He wasn't against the idea of another intimate moment in their spacious shower cabin but he needed to be certain so he asked Sara: "Just to be sure, you don't want me to leave you alone in here, do you?"

"It's totally up to you, Michael", she replied. However, her intentions were very clear when she pressed her naked body against Michael's and added suggestively in his ear: "I would prefer if you stayed though!"

Michael swallowed and nodded. That day was getting better by the second! He took Sara in his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. They didn't have a minute to waste…

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When the door bell rang 18 minutes later, Michael and Sara were still getting dressed. Each had a satisfied smile on their lips. Michael went to the door and Sara joined him in the kitchen shortly after. Sara had ordered grilled chicken with steamed rice for her and grilled pork with rice vermicelli for Michael. There were also two small salads to go with their meal. Michael was surprised by her picks. It wasn't their regular take-out or delivery food. However, he didn't say a word since he knew that Sara was already making an effort by preparing everything for Valentine's Day. Michael had offered to take over but it was her turn, she had reminded him, and he wasn't allowed to complain about anything. As a result, he took his plate and a glass of San Pellegrino (he mirrored Sara's own selection) and followed her in the living room. Sara had put some electronic music in the background and they started to eat in comfortable silence.

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For dessert, Sara brought a bowl with two big scoops of coconut ice cream to Michael, while she kept a bowl with lemon ice cream for herself. Michael frowned at her choice of food once again that night but didn't comment. Lemon ice cream wasn't bad by any means, it was just an unusual flavor for Sara contrary to coconut which was his usual (and only) flavour. Pushing his questioning aside, Michael attacked his delicious dessert with enthusiasm. He finished in no time and Sara eagerly went to one of the bedrooms upstairs where she had hidden Michael's present for Valentine's Day. She had insisted that he refrained from buying her anything (her year, her rules!) and he had obeyed her so there would only be one present for him.

"I thought that you joining me in the shower was my present…"

"No, that wasn't part of it. It was more on the spur of the moment", she chuckled.

Michael laughed quietly. "I was ready to tell you that that was the best Valentine's Day present EVER!"

Sara shook her head and handed him a large box with a red bow on top. Michael eyed the box suspiciously, weighing it and shaking it lightly. He felt and heard absolutely nothing. All that he could conclude from his inspection was that his gift wasn't heavy. Curious, he started to unwrap it and he opened the box. What he found inside left him more confused than ever. It was a Mickey Mouse plush toy.

"I don't understand", he said after a while. Mickey Mouse? Mickey Mouse holding a small red heart in his hands? Was that Sara's attempt at offering him something romantic? He wasn't expecting something extravagant for Valentine's Day, especially coming from Sara, but he felt like he was missing something. Sara's expression confirmed that he was indeed missing something: she had a proud grin and her eyes were sparkling with mischief. "There's more to it than this, right?" he asked while he held Mickey between them.

Sara nodded enigmatically before putting Michael out of his misery (she knew that he didn't appreciate being in the dark): "Well, we need to start preparing for our future trip to Disney World…"

Michael's eyes widened in shock. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?!"

"Yes, I am", Sara replied, trying not to get too emotional.

"You're pregnant?! We're going to be parents?!" He suddenly had a big smile on his lips.

"Yes, Michael. We're going to be parents!"

"This is the best Valentine's Day present EVER!" He took Sara in his arms and kissed her as she was still giggling. "I love you. I love you so much, Sara."

"I love you too, Michael."

They stayed in each other's arms for about a minute before Michael spoke again: "Just so I understand: the food tonight?"

"The only food I could imagine eating and even smelling!"

"And the ice cream?"

"For some reason, I can't stand the idea of chocolate right now…"

"But lemon is okay?"

"Yes. Don't ask me why!"

"Wow! You're pregnant!"

"Yep."

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Saturday, March 14th, 2025

Sara walked to the waiting area with a tray of hot beverages and a bag of muffins from the airport Starbucks. Her drink, identified by a simple "Sara" written on it, was coffee. The other three were hot chocolate and were intended for Michael ("Husband") and their sons ("#1" and "#2"). They both had inherited their father's sweet tooth and love for hot chocolate. The eldest was six years old and had also inherited his father's dark hair and blue eyes. His younger brother who would turn four in less than a month had her eyes. His hair was dark blonde (apparently from her father's side of the family). They ate their breakfast rapidly and soon heard the announcement that they were waiting for.

"Let's go", Sara said, "Mickey Mouse is waiting for us!" Michael stood up from his chair and smiled at her. Sara wasn't sure who was more thrilled to go to Disney: her husband or her sons. She smiled back and got up. It was time to board their plane to Orlando!

Their week at Walt Disney World was as magical as advertised and as Michael had dreamt that it would be. They came back exhausted from all the attractions and excitement and with memories to last a lifetime. In the following weeks, much to her surprise, Sara discovered that she was pregnant. According to her calculations, the baby had been conceived in Florida. Clearly, the kids were not the only who had fun at Disney… Less than eight months later, the Scofields became a family of five with the addition of a beautiful baby girl. Parents and brothers were ecstatic. It looked like they would have to go back to Disney World in a few years.

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Thursday, September 9th, 2027

Hawaii! Michael and Sara were in Hawaii to celebrate their 10-year anniversary while their children were with Lincoln and Sophia in Chicago. They had arrived two days before, tired and jet-lagged, and had gone to bed directly (life with three kids and full-time jobs was challenging). Their previous day had been spent walking on a volcano and enjoying a relaxing evening by the beach. By the time Michael had joined Sara in bed after brushing his teeth, she had already been asleep so he had snuggled behind her, putting his right arm around her waist and soon falling asleep too. When she woke up the next day, she had a big smile on her lips. It was their wedding anniversary! She rolled on her side to get closer to Michael who was lying on his back, showing no signs that he was awake. Sara admired her husband for a moment before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on his lips. She touched his cheek delicately and smiled when she saw him open his eyes and look at her. He soon returned her smile and she kissed him again, not able to contain a small sigh of pleasure to escape from her lips when she felt his hand sneak under her tee-shirt and start to caress her back. Michael opened his mouth to deepen their kiss (he knew how he wanted to start the celebrations for their 10-year anniversary!) but Sara gently pushed him away, breaking the kiss in the process.

"I'm sorry, Michael, but we have somewhere to go. Now. Come on, get up!"

Michael groaned and reluctantly joined Sara in the bathroom. Twenty minutes later they were in a taxi. Destination: unknown (at least to Michael). The taxi left them at a large intersection and he immediately noticed where Sara wanted them to go: Starbucks. He glanced at his watch (it was 9:24 am) and understood Sara's hurry earlier.

"You'd better find us a table, otherwise we risk having to share one with strangers!" She winked at him over her shoulder as she walked towards the counter to place their order. Michael followed her with his eyes and laughed quietly. She came back a little while later with two beverages, a chocolate chip muffin for Michael and a blueberry one for her. Sara had expected Michael to be curious about what was written on their cups. What she got instead was Michael's gaze focused on her breasts with an expression of amazement on his face.

"My eyes are up here, Michael", she joked.

Michael chuckled and felt his cheeks redden. He had been caught! "Did you go on another trip to Victoria's Secret to surprise me, Sara?"

Sara smiled and shook her head. "No", she said simply.

"I thought you were wearing my 10-year anniversary present!"

Sara laughed out loud at Michael's comment. "No! But about that… Here is your present." She handed him a cup with something written on it.

Michael read the inscription "Super Daddy" and frowned. "Is it my superhero alter ego?"

"Maybe it should be your new nickname", she retorted.

Michael had imagined "Mr. Scofield" and "Mrs. Scofield", not "Super Daddy" and… What was on Sara's cup? He turned the cup to make sure that there wasn't anything else written on it. No, there was only "#4" in black ink. "Number four?"

Sara hummed in approval.

Realization hitting him, Michael exclaimed: "Are you serious?!"

That time, Sara nodded slowly before adding: "Apparently…"

"Wow! Number four is on the way?!"

"Yep", she confirmed.

Michael grinned. "How far along are you?"

"Twelve weeks", Sara whispered.

"Twelve weeks?" Michael repeated loudly. "How come you didn't tell me sooner?"

"I only learned I was pregnant ten days ago", Sara defended herself.

"Really?!" Michael asked, disbelief evident in his voice. "I thought you were a physician, Sara!"

"Ha ha, very funny. You want to laugh more? I thought I was showing early signs of menopause."

"You never mentioned anything…"
"Did you need to know that maybe your wife was starting her menopause? I'm only 40 years old, Michael."

"Huh…"

"Anyway, my periods were suddenly irregular or inexistent, then there was the weight gain…"

"In all the right places", Michael interjected with a smile, his eyes falling on her breasts once again.

"Believe me, it's not just in my boobs!"

"You look beautiful", he replied sincerely before leaning over the table and kissing her on the lips.

Sara blushed and kissed him back. "Happy 10-year wedding anniversary, Mr. Scofield!"

"Happy 10-year wedding anniversary, Mrs. Scofield!"

The rest of their breakfast was mostly silent until Sara asked: "Over ten years ago, when we first met, did you ever imagine us with three kids?"

"Three and a half", he mumbled.

"Three and a half", she corrected herself with a smile.

"To be honest, no. Absolutely not. I could imagine myself with you but kids were not on my mind when we first met."

"What was on your mind then?"

"Well, more something in line with what we were doing this morning…" He locked eyes with her and continued in a suggestive tone: "In case you were not aware, my plan was to make love to you before breakfast but your plan clearly got in the way of mine!"

"Well, you can make love to me when we go back to our room. I'm pretty flexible, you know…"

Michael chuckled: "In more ways than one!"

Sara giggled, suddenly wishing their resort was closer. "I love you."

"I love you too, Sara."

The End