He was four, she shouldn't have been so nervous about telling him that they were moving. She had 2 options of how he would react, a temper tantrum, which was most popular to children his age after all they had to do something when they didn't get their way. Then again he was quite a joyful child, very mature despite his young age due to his inquisitive nature. He was always asking her about snippets of adult conversation he had heard on the walk home from school with Emma, his nanny.

He was practically a duplicate of his father with his sandy hair and piercing blue eyes, she even found his small sticky out ears oddly endearing with how much they reminded her of james. James. His father. The man who at some point in the near future Charlie would actually meet, a wistful part of her even half wished that they would somehow make it work as a family so she and james could have the future they wished of all those years ago. Even if God felt she and James didn't deserve the chance, their untainted son deserved the chance to know his dad.

She informed her son of their upcoming move and he took it with excitement, only after she promised he could still go to Sam's pirate party in 2 weeks even though they would be moving soon after.

The company was providing her with a fully furnished terrace house in Harrow so it was only a short tube ride into the inner city, and with the ample salary her job had provided her for years she could afford to send her son to the local prep school, Orley farm. Everything was settling into place easily, almost too easily. MI6 was still in total disarray, she had to have hope that this relaxed move into the city of spies could go by undetected.

"Ma mère, when we move can we go to parks and museums with cars and have Sam stay with us?" Charlie asked all in a single breath over breakfast a week before they were due to move.

"Of course Mon petit garçon." She smiled, sipping her black un-English as she surveyed the boxes that Charlie had made into a fort earlier.

"The science one and the dino one we went to last time we went to London?" He beamed, making his mother smile with his contagious charm and happiness.

"Of course, and no we won't go to the one I Iike near it with the naked statues and girly things." She laughed reading my as she recalled her little man's reaction to the v and a. She would miss Cambridge with its quaint charm and endless green spaces for her son to play on, parkers piece where he learned to ride a bike. Their kitchen where he said his first word. Him crawling across the sitting room to where she sat drawing on the sofa. The memories it held, the city where it all started.

They spent the Saturday evening before the move chatting about the day as Charlie regaled her with everything that had happened at Sam's party. From tales of a bouncy castle to pass the parcel she could tell the party had been a hit with all the children. She knew if they hadn't been moving he would have asked for a superhero party that June to celebrate his own birthday, maybe she could still throw it for him?

The following day they packed the last few boxes into the car and moving van, a few tears were shed on Vesper's part as she said goodbye to where her son had grown from a young baby to become a bright young boy. Life was short, she of all people knew that as she was on her second life already, you had to cherish it.

A few hours and short stops later and they were there at the new house, it was roughly the same size as their Cambridge abode yet it was vastly different. They had made it though. After all these years she was finally back living in London.

It was mid afternoon by the time she had placed all the boxes in their respective rooms and Charlie had unpacked the box containing his favourite toys to play whilst his mum did boring adult things. He was anxious to go outside though, to go on the tube he loved so much and explore some of the parks to release some of the pent up energy a day's worth of travelling could cause.

"Come on then let's go." She smiled at her son as they exited at Hyde park corner and ran Ingo the large park.

The park was alive on the warm Sunday afternoon with football matches and cyclists basking in the rare British sunshine. She laughed as she tried to keep up with her son as he rushed towards Diana's playground, wanting to get the last remaining swing whilst it was still free. She spent a while watching him play before showing him the beauty of Kensington gardens, knowing he was finally tiring out and ready to go home.

"People swim in there mum?" He asked, pulling a face as they walked back past the serpentine on the way out of the park.

"Some do, it's actually cleaner than it looks." She told him as they walked out of the park's main gates.

"Ew that's eww." He said, making peals of laughter escape from her lips once more.

That was when she saw him. Her laughter ans breath felt lodged in her throat as he meandered through the crowd ahead of them, james bond was here. Her heart was beating so vigorously it was almost as though she could hear it pounding in her ears. The day they move and she somehow finds him on a whim. Yet he hadn't found them; despite how alert his profession had made him, he was still completely oblivious to the woman who was almost frozen in shock behind him. She was a ghost, a fragment of the past to him as he disappeared into the crowd once more. Feeling auth at her hand she looked down. Charlie.

"Mum?" He asked, causing vesper to snap out of her reverie and start walking into the tube station once more. She hadn't felt this thrown in a long time, why was it that he always had the ability to make her question her life and decisions.

After that she went through the evening routine on autopilot, he had aged in the almost six years since they had last seen each other. Well, from what she could tell with the brief glance she got of him.

Charlie didn't question her out of character behaviour outside the underground station, despite how she knew he was itching to know what had happened. Instead, he went through everything as normal and listened intently before nodding off as she read a half chapter of his book to him.

Breathing a sigh of relief she switched off his light, bathing the room in a veil of darkness. She walked across to her bedroom and looked out of the window at the bustling city. The city where she used to work, live, where she had studied and been forced to abandon after she came back from Venice as an alive woman. As not-Vesper.

As she sat on the bed, the busyness of their day finally caught up with her as she picked up Charlie's baby book which she had fished out of one of the boxes. She finally admitted it to herself as she sat and flicked through the pages to find a wallet filled with photos and letters slotted in the back. She was a coward, she knew her son needed to know his father but she was scared. James would be the cold hearted Bastard she prophesied him to be all those years ago on the train, he wouldn't be the sort to believe in ghosts. Let alone want to know one. She had to try for Charlie though.

Opening the wallet she began to read the letters, a comfort that lulled her to sleep as she read the familiar scrawl.

Dear James,

So today I went for my 20 week scan...

I am really sorry for the slight delay but I got caught up in work I had to do, thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far and I will try to update as soon as I can. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.