Author's notes:

This will be the story's last chapter. I wasn't sure if and when I would be able to update it during the month of July if I continued, so I decided to complete it now and, who knows, maybe I'll write a sequel eventually or another story about the Scofields in the future…

So here it is. I hope you like it! Do not hesitate to leave a review.

Sending you lots of MiSa love :)

"You're sure about this, Michael?"

Friday, June 16th

The Scofields had been busy in the last week. Lincoln Burrows too. He had left New York and gone back to Chicago for a few days. He had put his affairs in order there, notably taken care of his house and belongings (not that he had very much to start with). After that, he had flown to Boston and stayed with LJ while looking for something permanent. He had thought about it and came to the conclusion that he wanted to be near his son. He had spent too many years away from him, when his mother was still alive and more recently. Despite everything, even if LJ was now an adult, Lincoln thought that it wasn't too late to repair their relationship and being in the same city would be a good start. He had talked to Sheba about his decision and had suggested that she moved to Boston too, with her family of course. He had even accompanied her to Buffalo for a couple of days to discuss the possibility with her parents. Lincoln had done some research and had informed them that Boston had a vibrant Muslim community. He hoped that it would help convince them that it could be a good place for all of them.

Michael, Sara and Mike had also decided to move to Boston. Sara had actually started to consider the capital of Massachusetts before knowing Lincoln's intention to relocate there (and have Sheba and her family potentially join him). Portland was on the other side of the country and quite rainy in the winter. She wasn't sure that she wanted to live on the West Coast but she was certain that she didn't like rain. Wind, snow, she could manage but rain, for some reason, she had always disliked it. Minneapolis was the smallest cities among the three that they were contemplating and the coldest in winter, not a winning combination in Sara's mind. Once Lincoln informed them of his plan, she knew that Michael would want to be close to his brother and nephew and that Mike would love having his uncle and cousin around, so Boston really seemed the best option for them as well. The Scofields had left Syracuse less than a week ago. They had packed Sara's SUV in the morning of Saturday, June 10th and started driving East. They had stopped right after Albany for lunch, then had continued their trip and arrived in Boston shortly before 5:00 pm. They were going to stay in a nice hotel downtown that had a pool (Mike's only request) and where Sara had booked a spacious suite with two separate bedrooms (they could leave the door open between the two rooms if Mike preferred or enjoy more privacy if Mike was okay on his own).

Their first days had been spent visiting several houses and eventually finding the one they all liked in one of their favoured neighborhoods. Thanks to Heather's husband and his professional connections, they had immediately been put in contact with a local real estate agent that had helped them identify their needs and ultimately discover the perfect house for them. It had been quite fast and maybe they had been lucky (or maybe the fact that money wasn't an issue had contributed greatly) but they had found a large house that would be available two weeks after the sale had been approved and the paperwork completed. They went shopping for furniture to be delivered as soon as they got the keys and set up an appointment with the principal of a school they were hoping to send Mike to. As a result, on Friday June 16th, they had a little bit of time to relax (they went to the pool in the morning, of course!) and had lunch with Lincoln who had arrived late the night before.

"I missed you, Uncle Lincoln."

"I told you we were going to see each other very soon, Mikey. I was right." He winked at Mike for more emphasis.

Mike laughed and Michael took the opportunity to ask his brother something: "Hey Lincoln, would you like to spend the afternoon with your nephew? Sara and I have something to do that I'm not sure Mike would find very interesting."

"We have something to do?" questioned Sara.

"We do", he confirmed.

"Sure, Michael", Lincoln replied. "Okay, Mikey?"

"Yes!"

Sara gave her son a quick hug, Michael too, and they went their separate ways. After walking for two minutes in silence, Sara couldn't take it anymore: "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise!"

Sara's gaze narrowed on her husband. What was he up to? She had no idea but, knowing Michael (and seeing the little sparkle in his eyes), she guessed that she was going to like it.

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"You're sure about this, Michael?"

"What? Me wanting to look married to you again? Or me being married to you?" They were standing in front of a jewelry store and Sara had stopped them before they could enter. Not waiting for Sara's answer, he added: "I regret many things in my life, Sara, but marrying you has never been one of them." He hoped that his eyes would convey the sincerity of his words.

"Let's go in then, Mr. Scofield." Visibly his eyes and his words were convincing.

"After you, Mrs. Scofield."

Thirty minutes later, they had picked their new wedding bands. They were both made of yellow gold, just like their original ones. They once again opted for simplicity in the rings' style. Their lives had been complicated enough that they wanted their rings to counter-balance that. Sara thought that they were done and only had to pay when Michael asked if they could engrave something inside the rings. Sara was curious suddenly. Their first rings didn't have any inscriptions. What could Michael have in mind, she pondered. It wasn't long before she found out. It was the same on both rings: "M & S Scofield". She smiled. She had kept his name, had named his son after him: yes, what Michael had asked to be engraved seemed more than appropriate. It was a perfect addition to the rings they were looking forward to wearing again.

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Sunday, June 18th

"Daddy, wake up! Wake up!"

Michael groaned and turned, quickly realizing that he was alone in bed but that Mike was standing next to him, looking at him with expectant eyes and almost bouncing on his feet. "What's going on?"

"We have a surprise for you!"

"For me?!"

"Yes, come! It's ready."

"Okay, okay. I'm coming."

Michael quickly got up and followed Mike in the suite's kitchen. Sara was already there, busy arranging everything on the table. She had ordered many items on the menu, including Michael's favorite: pancakes with maple syrup. He noticed that there was also a present wrapped in shiny silver paper and a drawing (obviously made by Mike) with a handmade card (also Mike's creation).

"Happy Father's Day, Dad!" Mike handed him the drawing and the card.

Michael swallowed with difficulty, then smiled at Mike. He examined Mike's gifts carefully and glanced up again at his son who was waiting for him to react. He smiled, not bothering to hide the tears that had formed in his eyes, and hugged his son tightly.

"Thank you, Mike", was all he was able to say, fearing that his voice would betray him if he tried to say anything else. He figured that his son knew anyway. It was their first Father's Day together and Michael was overwhelmed by emotions. Sara sensed his struggle to keep in control and suggested that they started eating before it became cold, which was a welcomed relief for Michael.

When they had finished breakfast and Mike had gone to the bathroom to get ready for the day, Sara got up and grabbed the present that was still on the counter behind Michael. She dragged her chair closer to Michael and handed it to him. "Happy Father's Day, Michael", she said with a smile before giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

"What's this? I thought I received my present already. You know, last night…"

Sara giggled. "Oh no, last night was just a ruse to make sure that you slept in this morning so that we could prepare everything and surprise you!"

"A ruse, huh?"

"Yes", she replied smugly.

"Feel free to use that ruse any time you want something from me!"

"Duly noted. Are you going to open your present now?"

Michael did as Sara had asked and unwrapped it rapidly. He hadn't realized what day it was and had totally been surprised by Mike and Sara. He didn't need a present on top of it but he was eager to discover what it was nonetheless. When he removed the paper completely and saw two picture frames, his eyes welled up for the second time that morning. The first one was a picture of him, Sara and Mike, the first photo that Sara had taken of the three of them. Michael lifted the frame and revealed a second one. It was a candid shot of him and Mike at the hotel pool in Syracuse. They were both laughing and having fun in the water. Sara had been very proud then to capture the moment and she was even more proud to offer him the framed picture now. She couldn't think of a better present for Michael on Father's Day.

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Less than two weeks later, the Scofields finally left their hotel life and moved in their new house. They regretted the hotel pool (especially Mike) but appreciated having a real home that was just for them. Besides, the house was gorgeous. The rooms were spacious and with lots of light. Sara loved it but she suspected that her husband loved it even more after having spent many years locked in a cell. It took them a few days to settle in but they were now comfortable and very happy with their living conditions. Just like usual at night, when Sara left Mike's bedroom after having put him to bed, she went to look for Michael. Their now established routine was that Michael would go with Mike first and spend some time with him, then Sara would join them for a short while before Michael would wish Mike a good night and leave Sara with him for a final cuddle. However, that night, when Sara entered the living room, Michael was nowhere in sight. She checked everywhere and finally found him outside, sitting in their small backyard. He looked pensive, very far away from Boston. Sara approached him in silence and put her hand on his shoulder when she sat down next to him. He glanced in her direction and she saw something in his eyes that she hadn't seen in weeks, more precisely that she hadn't seen since the first nightmare that he had had back in New York. Her mood quickly changed as she was suddenly worried that something bad had happened. Michael smiled at her and turned his phone nervously in his hand.

"What is it, Michael?"

Michael stared at his phone and swallowed with difficulty. "Do you remember the letter I sent to Ja?" Sara nodded. Michael had sent him a missive to inform him of Whip's passing and of other happier developments in his life. "Well, I just received a message from Ja." He showed the phone again. "It has an attachment. A video." Michael paused for a second, inhaling deeply before exhaling loudly. "I recorded the video after our last failed escape attempt from Ogygia. It was a message for you. I really thought I was going to die and I wanted you to know the truth…" Sara sat closer to Michael and put her hand on his, squeezing it softly in reassurance. "The battery died before I could send it to you. Ja found the message on his phone after we had left Phaecia and when he got my letter with our contact information he figured I should have it and not him." Michael looked up and locked eyes with Sara. "Do you want to watch it?"

Sara was silent for a while. She hadn't expected that. A message from Michael in what he believed were his final moments. She hesitated. She could refuse and not watch it. Or she could summon her courage and see what Michael wanted to tell her then. In the end, she chose to go back inside the house with Michael to watch the video in a quieter environment. Michael stayed with her for the duration of the video message and when it was over, both had tears in their eyes. Sara hugged Michael for a long time before finding her voice again and simply saying: "Let's go upstairs." She couldn't say anything meaningful to Michael about his beautiful and heartbreaking message but she hoped that she could show him how much she loved him.

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Saturday, June 16th, 2018

Considering how their wedding day had been abruptly interrupted, they had decided not to celebrate their union that day. Instead, they had opted to pick the date when they had bought their second set of wedding bands together. That was a year ago exactly. And for their "first" anniversary, they had invited all of their friends and family and organized a big party. They had so much more to celebrate than their wedding anniversary. It was also approximately their first year as a family and they wanted everyone that had helped them get there with them that day. Lincoln and LJ were there, obviously. Sheba was there too. She was now living in Boston too. Actually, she was living with Lincoln and their now legally adopted daughters (Mike was ecstatic to have three other cousins!). Sheba's parents and her brother attended as well (they had also moved to Boston and were living close to Lincoln and Sheba). Benjamin and his family as well as Fernando and his family were present.

Sara had insisted on having the party at their house, claiming that if people started to recognize them all together, they would scare the hell out of them so it was more prudent to hold it in the privacy of their home. There was a lot of food and drinks and even presents for Mike who had celebrated his birthday a few weeks before. Sara was sitting next to Sheba and Maricruz, stealing a glance at Mike and Michael from time to time. Just over a year ago, she would have never imagined herself here with them. Michael eventually walked to the kitchen and came back with a huge cake that he started to cut into small pieces and distribute to everyone. He finished by giving a plate to Sara and keeping one for himself. Sara briefly locked eyes with him and smiled. Her "thank you" sounded more sarcastic than sincere and Sheba and Maricruz looked at her with suspicion. After a few minutes, Sara stood up from her seat and demanded everyone's attention. She glanced at Michael one more time before saying: "Thank you all for being here today with us. Michael, Mike and I are extremely happy to share this day with you."

Mike saw his mother pause to control her emotions and encouraged her: "You can do it, Mom!"

"Yes, you can do it, Sara", Michael repeated with the same enthusiasm as his son.

Sara smiled and continued: "Sheba and Maricruz are already questioning why I haven't eaten my cake yet. So, before you ask, I want to announce that I'm pregnant. And, unfortunately, anything sweet really at this point is a no-no…"

A large (and happy) commotion followed Sara's declaration. Congratulations were given, hugs too. The Scofields were going to become a bigger family! Michael and Sara had been reluctant at first to have another child but Mike had made them change their minds. He wanted a sibling. Michael and Sara were confident that he would be a fantastic big brother.

The End