Adelaide Brisbois, the daughter of a Spanish mother and French father dies shortly before her 30th birthday – she was just about to start with her career in fashion design in Paris– is reborn and starts to remember her first live around her 14 birthday – her mother thinks it's just Adelaide growing up – she thankfully has the same name – has black hair and steel grey eyes– though this time it's Adelaide Crawford – she takes French and Spanish in school after remembering both languages – has of course excellent grades in those courses – in her free time she starts to make her own clothes – her mother is a bit baffled because she never shown any interest in that but soon accepts that as Adelaide's new self – she even lets her create a few outfits for her - some everyday shirts and even dresses – Adelaide documents all her work and then starts to visit the tailors close by and in the end lands an informal apprenticeship with an old gentleman who has been making bespoke suits for decades – the approach is completely different than what she learned in design school in France and Adelaide enjoys this new chance – she spends most of her free time with the old man when she isn't in school finishing her education – soon she receives on official apprenticeship with him and has a small income – she still lives with her second mother – who is just glad that her mood swings stopped and that she found something that she enjoys – Adelaide had distanced herself from her new friends but slowly gets used to them – she has a much more mature mindset but they are slowly growing up so it's okay in certain amounts – she is 16 when she is allowed to take care of her first official client without her master looking over her shoulder – it is successful and the apprenticeship is declared finished – she takes the needed exams during the holidays and half a year before she is finished with school she also takes her final exam and gets her Diploma in Bespoke Cutting and Tailoring before she takes the last course and gets her Diploma in Technical Textiles and Apparel –

for the next 4 years she works alongside her master creating bespoke suits and tailored dresses for the high society of London – she (22) then moves into a new flat and meets James Charlton (34) – who looks ridiculously similar to the Daniel Craig - James Bond – Adelaide already noticed that the movies and the whole story line don't exist in this world – her neighbor is exactly how she pictures James Bond to be, suave, well dressed and with cuts and bruises now and then –when she sees a half ruined bespoke suit one day she gasps – she can't help herself

"What did you DO to this poor suit?" Adelaide said horrified, the seams on one arm were ripped and there was an unidentifiable substance on his back.

"Good evening to you too, Miss Crawford." Charlton said sardonically.

"Yes, yes good evening. Again, what did you do to that poor suit?"

"I didn't do anything, Miss Crawford. Please complain to the gentleman that thought it would be a good idea to attack me."

Adelaide was only listening with half an ear while her eyes moved over the damage on the suit.

"This is the third destroyed bespoke suit I have seen you in. That hurts you know, my tailor heart is crying for all those beautiful fabrics that have been destroyed."

"Ah. Professional outrage then and here I thought you were concerned about me by the way you ogle my ass every time we meet."

"Don't flatter yourself Charlton, I only admire the superb fitting. Your tailor does an exquisite job, does he know what you are doing with his works of art?"

At that the blonde grimaced, "He did an excellent job true. Unfortunately that's over. He died three weeks ago. Heart attack."

Adelaide bit her lower lip and became a bit more subdued, "He was an artist. I have to admit I have been taking notes about the fitting and how the fabrics move when you walk. My own master is an excellent tailor but what yours did was truly high end fashion."

Charlton's smile was just a hint of flirty "You want to search my closet, don't you?"

Adelaide blushed and fidgeted and couldn't look him in the eyes.

James chuckled, "Well… I have to admit that is the first time a woman was more interesting in my closest than my bedroom… I will consider it. Good day, Miss Crawford."

"Good day, Mr. Charlton." Adelaide answered with a small smile, smarmy bastard.

Adelaide gets to see the suits and also an experience of incredible sex – she takes his measurements and then makes him a suit as a thank you for letting her check his suits – she uses the designs she likes on her clients – and she gets a reputation for being an excellent tailor – a few months later James strolls into her shop – by then it is hers because her master decided to retire and spend his last years with his wife in the country side – she starts making suits for him and it is an obscene amount that he goes through in a year - she begins to experiment with different fabrics that give what she suspects to be a modern day James Bond more protection – they never talk about it but she reinforces his suits with Kevlar behind his breast pocket

"You never ask what I do for a living."

"You don't want me to, and to be honest I think I am a lot safer not knowing exactly."

"Really now?"

"Yup."

"Are you going to tell me what you think you know?"

"Hhm, nope. Try harder James." – suggestive

"With pleasure."

Two years later James catches Adelaide when she faints on the top stair of the stair case – he calls an ambulance and stays with her while they transfer her to the hospital

"Ms. Crawford, how are you feeling?"

"I have a headache and I feel a bit sick but I can't complain otherwise. What's wrong with me?"

"Would you like to receive the news in private?"

"No. whatever I have, James would hear about it sooner or later."

"Ah. Well then. Congratulations Ms. Crawford, you are pregnant."

"… that's impossible. We use condoms and my gynecologist told me that a pregnancy is nigh to impossible." Adelaide said numbly while James beside her tensed.

"I assure you Ms. Crawford, it is quite possible. Condoms while normally a very good contraception method are not 100% fool proof. At the moment you are five weeks along and everything looks fine."

Adelaide's eyes were still wide while she stared at her doctor, not quite daring to look at James.

"When can she be released?" James interrupted Adelaide's shocked musings.

"Right now, if you could sign this?"

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"So… pregnant, huh?" James asked neutrally.

Adelaide looked up and into her lover's blank face.

"James, I swear I had no idea… I…"

Her babbling was interrupted by a gentle hand on her arm, "Shh, I know. It's not an accusation. More important is now what will happen."

Adelaide bit her bottom lid and let her eyes wander to the ground while she fidgeted.

"I know that you don't want any children James but… my doctor said the chance of me getting pregnant is really low. This may be my only chance of ever having a child…"

"So you want to keep it."

Adelaide swallowed and nodded, she felt her eyes starting to tear up while she waited for James to walk out of her life. She was so focused on the inevitable rejection that she startled horribly when James walked up to her and enveloped her into a hug. Embarrassingly Adelaide burst into tears.

"Shh, it's okay. This is your decision, love. If you want to keep the baby, you are keeping it. Just don't expect me to drop everything and marry you."

Adelaide snickered wetly at that, snuggling closer to James warm body.

"I don't, just please don't just walk away without a goodbye or what else undercover superheroes do when they find out their fuckbuddy is pregnant." She said in a pathetic attempt to be funny.

James flinched at the word fuckbuddy and moved her head so that she had to look into his intensely blue eyes.

"Don't call yourself a fuckbuddy. I may not be able to promise you a white picket fence or even fidelity but you are very dear to me Adelaide." James said with a self-deprecating smile before kissing her softly on the mouth, "Paramour sounds so much more elegant."

Adelaide snickered and pecked him on the cheek.

"I think I can live with the word lover." Then she became serious once more, "Will you… do you want to be involved in raising this child?"

James stiffened and stayed silent for a long moment before he said reluctantly, "I can't promise anything about being there but I will try… and of course you won't be alone responsible for the expenses."

Adelaide nodded, that was already more than she had expected from such a die-hard bachelor like James was.

A (24) – James (36) gives her his real name – Bond but nothing else – Adelaide quickly becomes bigger – when J is in London he watches part fascinated, part terrified as their child grows – it is a difficult pregnancy and at the end of the 5 month she has to stop working because the kid makes her nauseous - her old boss takes over for some time

Adelaide woke to warm hands gently stroking over her swollen belly and pressing against the tiny kicks the baby inside her made. Her lips twitched up while she stretched languidly, her eyes still closed. Apparently James had returned yesterday evening or early today. He always spent hours staring at her changed form whenever he returned, fascinated by what the baby did to her. He was also very appreciative of her swollen breasts and heightened sex drive whenever she wasn't puking her guts out.

it's a girl – when she is born they call her Monique after James' mother and she grows up multi lingual – she is 2 when (38) James becomes a double 00 and falls in love with Vesper – he is slightly guilty but determined to make things work with Vesper – he calls Adelaide and she promises him that nothing would change and that her was the father of her daughter and they would make all of this work – Casino Royale ends and Vesper is dead – James is destroyed – Monique helps but he is very distrustful and guarded – A and J sleep together again – she asks him if it would be okay to have another child once his torture injury is healed – apparently whatever was wrong before with her uterus is gone - James agrees and they ignore protection when James knows that he is clean – she is pregnant before Quantum of Solace happens –

Monique is 8 when Skyfall happens and her brother Tristan is 5 – they are both Crawfords for their protection and have both James (44) eyes but her curly black hair – when James vanishes and doesn't call or gives her news she knows that Skyfall has begun – she continues to tailor things – nobody in MI6 knows about her, James has told nobody – then she receives a postcard with his script – she is so thankful – she puts the postcard up on the wall just like all the other postcards he has sent them over the years or taken with him -

James goes into Adelaide's shop to get a new suit after he returns from London – she kisses him desperately and hugs him – their children are there – Monique is now old enough to understand that her father is a spy – she has been coached by her mother to never talk about her father other than that he and her mum were friends and her mum wanted kids – Tristan too doesn't talk about their father other then vague things– they hug him tightly, they love him even when he isn't there most of the time – he spends time with them whenever he is – teaching them self defense and languages – Adelaide makes him a new suit – then James takes M to Skyfall – he hates his childhood home – M dies and he wants to sell but decides against it – not when he has children of his own who could want it one day – he has someone take a look and start repairing it

Then she gets a visit of a black woman that introduces herself as Moneypenny and asks her to create an evening gown with the Crawford special.

"This establishment was recommended to me."

"That's what I like to hear." Adelaide laughed.

"Yes, his name is Charlton. James Charlton. He recommended me to ask after your special."

Adelaide stilled for a moment and looked wide eyed at the woman in front of her before she slowly nodded.

"What were you thinking off Ms?"

"Moneypenny, Eve Moneypenny." The woman said with a genteel smile.

"Ms. Moneypenny."

"There is a black tie event I will have to attend."

"Of course. May I show you the fabrics and colors?"

They decided for a deep yellow silk fabric and the style was classy elegant. The dress didn't have much décolleté with it being a neck holder but it had a certain edge with a longer than normal slit on the side that showed off Ms. Moneypenny's fabulous leg. It was a comfortable fit with enough breathing room that Ms. Moneypenny could run in the dress if needed. Between the lining and the outer fabric Adelaide added a lose corset of stripes of a fabric that worked similar to Kevlar - they were sewed in apart that would let the woman move in every direction with adding a certain amount of protection to the dress. Adelaide had been experimenting with that for a while now for her own clothes. If she was associating with a spy she better have an added layer of protection herself if she didn't know how to use a gun or defend herself.

When Miss Moneypenny came back for the third fitting Adelaide had the woman stretch and move around to make sure that everything sat well and would not hinder her in her movements.

When she presented the agent with the bill after the final fitting she added the Kevlar like fabric and additional sewing under Crawford special. Ms. Moneypenny smiled at her and didn't bat an eye lash when she paid with her card.

In her free time she researches other alternatives to Kevlar – the fabric is too rigid and hard to work with – there is a nanotechnology people are working on to make better bulletproof vests but Adelaide has no access to that – 10 days after she google searched Kevlar and bulletproof vests a truck with a nude colored fabric arrives at her shop – on further examination she finds notes about how to treat the fabric before it became bullet proof – she doesn't want to know. Really.

A few weeks later James surprised her when she came home and dragged her into his flat to ravish her. After a number of frantic orgasms Adelaide laid stretched out on his bed while she watched him make himself a drink.

"Was there a reason for that?" she asked amused and still breathless.

"Your little Crawford Special saved my life last week."

Adelaide stilled and then abruptly set up to take in James body. There was a suspicious smatter of dark bruises on his chest area. Exactly where she had worked in the new fabric as additional protection. The brunette carefully let her hand glide over the impressive pec and looked up concernedly.

"Are you sure that you are alright?"

"I'm fine." James said with a little smirk and then kissed her again, "Think you can add that to all of my new suits?"

Adelaide snorted, "I would have anyway. Oh and your friend? Miss Moneypenny, she asked after the Crawford special too."

"Crawford Special, hmm?"

"Yup." Adelaide said with a grin.

James is 46 when Spectre begins – Adelaide has still not been found – she is pregnant again – and happy about it– Monique (10) and Tristan (7) are excited about the news – she has the baby while James fights for his survival against Spectre

James kills Franz Oberhauser and then a disease breaks out – Adelaide can't believe her eyes when it turns out to be a zombie apocalypse – she hides with the kids in the panic room of their house that James had installed not long after the house was bought – a week after the initial disease hit London is a cemetery of walking zombies – the network broke down 2 days ago when Adelaide sees on the outside camera James coming into the house – he isn't alone there is another blonde man with him

She ran up the stairs as quickly as she could.

"James!" she sighed out in relief when she saw the father of her children standing in the entrance hall.

"Thank god." Said man answered hoarsely and kissed her desperately, "The kids?"

"DAD!" Monique called, she had followed her up from the panic room.

James caught then 10-year-old in his arms while she sobbed, clearly finally losing it. Over their sobbing daughter's shoulder James smiled at Adelaide and then gestured at the other blonde man that was staring incredulous at James and Monique.

"Addy, this is Alec. Alec this is the mother of my children, Adelaide Crawford."

"Oh!" she said in recognition, "It's so good to finally meet you. Though I thought you were in Russia in retirement."

"I was… but James is here and the weather in London is better than in my home country."

"Ah." Adelaide said understanding but couldn't finish her sentence because Tristan now too came running up the stairs.

"Dad." He said with a big smile and joined Monique in her hug.

Adelaide smiled at her children and then winced when she moved too fast.

"Adelaide?" James asked immediately.

"Don't mind me. I just shouldn't be running around quite yet. I just gave birth four days ago."

James stilled at that and he looked serious at her, "Four days… that's…"

"We were already secured in the house when my contractions hit. Don't worry it was an easy birth." And then she smiled, "Want to meet your youngest daughter?"

James grinned like a school boy and kissed her gently on the mouth.

They made their way downstairs afterwards. The door to the converted panic apartment was ajar and they easily slipped inside the well furnished and stocked emergency room. Adelaide walked into her bedroom, James right behind her and a curious Alec only a few steps behind. Monique and Tristan had run ahead and were sitting beside the crib, looking at their youngest sibling.

James sucked in air and his smile became soft while he watched the small newborn.

"She is gorgeous."

"True. We make stunning babies." Adelaide agreed and gently kissed Tristan on the head.

"Any name in mind?"

"I thought we could name her Charmaine after your aunt and the next one after my family again."

James nodded and stared down at his youngest child, "Charmaine Crawford Bond…" then he asked, "Another?"

"I'm 34 James, that's not that old and yes I want maybe one or two more. We will see."

James just hummed in agreement.

Behind them Alec snickered and then looked at James, "You know when you told me you wanted to pick up your family I didn't expected a wife and three children."

"Technically we aren't married." Adelaide interjected with a smirk.

"But only by a technicality."

Addy snickered back and kissed him on the chin, "You said something about picking us up?"

"Yes. I want all four of you save in the HQ of MI6. You can't get securer anywhere else right now, apparently the boffins have been planning and preparing for a zombie scenario for over 10 years now. There is also the medical attention should you need it."

Adelaide hummed and then nodded decisively, "Okay. Then we will pack our things. How did you get here?"

"By foot actually, scouting the area. There are next to no Walkers around right now so we can risk using cars to the HQ."

Monique snickered, "Walkers?"

"Some geek in TSS called them that, it stuck."

"Someone was watching too much Walking Dead." Adelaide murmured amused while she walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out to heavy traveling bags.

"You are well prepared." Alec said with approval.

"James always insisted on emergency bags and safety drills every once in a while." Adelaide admitted with a soft smile in James direction.

"Where is the car?"

"In the Garage, you only have to open the front gate and we can leave." Adelaide answered while she quickly collected Charmaine's things.

James quickly left to check on their escape vehicle.

"Kids?" Addy called into the other room.

"Nearly finished mum." Monique called back from the other room, where she was helping Tristan to pack his bag.

Addy nodded and then turned to Alec, "What about the additional supplies, we have rations for at least 6 months here."

"Leave them for now. James and I can return later and get them, right now it is more important to get you four out of here."

"So how did you meet?"

"We were neighbors for about half a year when James started to come home with ripped bespoke suits. I'm a tailor and I couldn't take the sight anymore and asked him what happened. Well long story short I landed in his bed and started to make suits for him that have a little bit more protection than normal ones."

"She is the first address for 00 quality clothing in London." James added when he returned from the garage.

Their arrival hadn't stayed unnoticed for long. A group of four made their way over to them. Adelaide even recognized one of them. Eve Moneypenny was just as radiant in combat clothes as in her every day and evening wear.

"Bond! Where have you been during the last two days?" the youngest of them, a man with curly black hair and high cheek bones that could have been her brother asked annoyed.

James smiled enigmatic "Picking up my family." He said innocently, "Hello Q. I trust you are well."

"Family?" Moneypenny now asked amused before her eyes stopped at Alec, "… Trevelyan?"

"Hello there. You must be Eve Moneypenny, James has been most informative." The former spy said amused at the woman that had shot down his best friend.

"You should be dead, 006. For over six years now." The woman deadpanned.

"Bond?" the other man asked coolly at that.

"Hello to you too, M. Alec… retired. As you told me, staying dead is the better option sometimes." James answered before he smirked at his boss.

"Right." M said tightly and then turned to Adelaide, "And this is…"

"Adelaide Crawford." Eve answered for him, "She is the tailor that makes armored clothing for our double 0s. Q here has been waxing poetic on how she hides his special fabric in evening wear."

"Miss Crawford." M acknowledged her, "And who…"

"These are Monique, Tristan and Charmaine. Our children." Bond interrupted impatiently and slightly gleeful.

All four MI6 members froze at that and Q asked numbly, "Our children?"

"Yes, James and mine." Adelaide simply confirmed, amused by her lover's need to fuck with his colleagues.

Right at that moment Monique turned back to the adults and stared M right into the eyes. Adelaide had the feeling if that wasn't the director of the MI6 the man would have flinched. Her daughter's eyes were just as intense as James.

"… why did nobody know that you have a family, 007?" the fourth MI6 member asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I never saw the need to inform anyone and after the Treasury debacle there was no way I would put Addy and the kids in that kind of danger. You got out of Syria fine, 004?"

Said man's lips twitched, "They were distracted trying to not get eaten to actually bother with an escaping spy."

"Convenient." Alec acknowledged.

"Very." 004 agreed magnanimously and then turned his attention to the kids, "So two girls and a boy?"

"Monique is ten, Tristan seven and Charmaine here is only four days old." James supplied with a shark grin.

Tristan used the introduction to snuggle up to James and partially hid behind him while he watched the other MI6 members with distrustful blue eyes. He was always more careful than his older sister.

"Four days old? You gave birth in this chaos? Without any medical attention?" Eve wanted to know wide eyed.

Adelaide allowed herself to smile and laugh lightly, "I already had two children before my youngest, Ms. Moneypenny. I knew what to do."

"You should get checked out anyway." James insisted from behind.

"He is right we have medical personnel here Ms., Mrs.…" the dark haired Quartermaster floundered slightly.

"Ms. Crawford. James and I aren't married." Adelaide answered with a smile.

"Ms. Crawford." Q agreed, "If you would follow me? Your children should probably also get checked out."

Adelaide nodded at that but turned to James who gave her a quick kiss on her pulse point and pushed Tristan in her direction. Charmaine was still sleeping in her carrier and Monique danced closer with all the grace of a ballerina.

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M waited long enough until Adelaide and the kids were out of earshot when he rounded on James.

"You have a family and kids?" he hissed coldly, "What were you thinking 007? If anyone of your enemies found out about them we would have been in no position to protect them!"

"True. But like this no one could hack MI6 and pluck the information about them out of the servers." James answered coolly.

"What does she know about MI6?" M continued as if he hadn't heard Bond.

"Nothing. Well, she knows that I work for the government and that I send people in her direction now and then to get outfitted but that's it. Adelaide is as civilian as you can get, more knowledge would have just put her in danger."

"And children Bond? Really?"

007 smirked at that, "Well Monique was a bit of an accident but Addy wanted to keep her, so we did… and then she wanted another few."

"Is your 'wife' aware of your indiscretions?" Eve asked curious.

"I wouldn't call them indiscretions but yes, she is well aware. She knew even before Monique." James ignored the wife comment, for all intents and purposes she WAS his wife.

"Christ." M muttered while he gave into the urge to push his hand through his hair, "I hope you know what you are doing. There are more of your exes in MI6 than anywhere else."

James just smirked and shrugged his shoulders.