Epilogue
"Please tell me that is not the phone ringing," Ruth said sleepily, desperately trying to ignore the shrill beeping interrupting her pleasant dreams. She heard Harry answer it and ignored the conversation as she slipped into sleep again. She felt Harry shake her shoulder gently, trying to wake her.
"We've got a problem," he said in a quiet voice.
"Can't Thames House survive one long weekend without us?" Ruth asked, refusing to open her eyes. "It is our honeymoon after all. And we've only been in Paris for a few hours."
"Yes, they can manage but…"
"What?"
"We've got a problem," he repeated. "A Russian type problem."
"Can't your temporary stand in handle it?"
"Because that worked well last time," Harry said sarcastically.
"Oh, he was awful, but he could do the job properly," Ruth teased. "Plus I'm sure Steven Fifer won't set foot on the grid again. Not if he values his face." Harry chuckled and held her close for a minute and kissing the back of her neck lightly.
"Okay," he said quietly. "We won't go back to London, but I'll need to make some calls."
"Make them then," Ruth said, snuggling back into bed. "I'm going back to sleep." Harry laughed at her slightly as he picked up his mobile and began making arrangements with Dimitri and Beth.
Half an hour later, when everything was sorted out he got back into bed next to Ruth. She mumbled in her sleep as he put a hand on her hip.
"I love you," she murmured before drifting off again.
"I love you too," Harry told her quietly. He moved his hand to her still flat stomach protectively. "Both of you."
Now I have an idea for a new story which follows on from the end of this one. It's not going to be a very happy fic (I think) but let me know if you want more. A final review would be lovely if you have the time.