So for the most part, I've been trying to keep this fic realistic, and running alongside the spooks episodes. For the epilogue I've taken a one way train to fluff land, so I hope you enjoy!
Harry, 12th July 2012
We're sitting on the beach, watching the sun set. It's been a beautiful day and I've enjoyed our evening walk together. My feet are still damp from walking through the shallows of the ocean and it's been a lovely day. Ruth snuggles into my shoulder and I wrap my arm around her.
"I love you," she says quietly. I smile into her hair, before kissing the top of her head.
"I love you too," I say. She shivers slightly, even though it's the summer, the evenings can be a bit chilly and I move to take off my jacket, giving it to her. "Such a gentleman," she says, a slow smile on her face. "Thank you." We're silent for a while, watching the sun sink behind the cliffs to the west. As soon as the daylight vanishes into a blue dusk, she turns to me. I can still see her face, as it's not completely dark, and the look on her features worries me.
"I have to tell you something," she says, sitting up and looking at me seriously. I feel the bottom drop out of my stomach and I look at her, waiting for her to continue. "We need to clear out the spare room," she says simply. It takes about ten seconds for me to make the connection. She sees the realisation in my eyes and she smiles.
"Really?"
"Mm," she says. "Really."
"Oh Ruth, that's wonderful," I say, kissing her deeply. Within a few moments, she's laying on the sand as I keep kissing her. She ends up laughing, and I love that sound. Ruth being happy is one of my favourite things in the world.
"You're getting sand in my hair," she says lightly.
"I don't care," I say."How long?"
"Oh, just a few weeks," she says. "Not long." I put my hand on her stomach and her face changes into a warm glow which I know I'm mirroring.
"Ruth, I'm so happy," I say lowly, into the silence.
"So am I," she says. "I didn't know if it would happen." I say nothing, but we'd agreed that we should see what happened, and if a baby resulted, then it would be wonderful. If it didn't, it didn't. "And I feel really old to be doing this," she adds.
"Think how old I feel," I say, and she smiles again. She presses a quick kiss to my lips, then gets up, brushing the sand from her clothes and her hair. I stand up too, my hands on her waist.
"Let's go home," she says, a slow sensual smile on her lips. "Take me to bed." I agree whole heartedly.
The End.