Time Jump

"He doesn't beat you, does he?" A middle aged woman said, to Roxy at the grocery store. She was looking to Roxy's ring finger, then to her bruised eye and arm with genuine concern.

Roxy nearly laughed, but contained herself with a large smile. "On dear no. My husband, he's one of the sweetest people on the planet. He's never raised a finger to me. The bruises are from work. I'm a- I train people in self defense. Sometimes I take a hit." It wasn't a total lie, she did train with Eggsy, or Percival every now and again.

The woman seemed only slightly convinced, as she gave Roxy one more word of comfort, and headed out of the store.

Roxy sighed, after 5 years of Kingsman, lying to people about what she really did never got any easier. But she did it to protect these people on the streets and in these grocery stores. The kind hearted people she could never speak honestly to. Luckily, she thought, there was always someone she could speak honestly to. In whatever she needed, throughout these years.

Roxy got home and began working on dinner. Cooking was something she had improved at over the past few years. Eggsy even took her to the movies, something he hates to do, after she made her first decent meal.

The front door swung open, and a young girl rushed in. A blond teenager threw her backpack to the floor and ran up to Roxy for a careful side hug. "I'm heading over to Daisy's for movie night. Be back in the mornin, yeah?"

Roxy smiled, Fiona Boyd, or Foura didn't need Roxy's permission to do anything, but she always asked for it and checked in just the same. The little girl they had practically fostered since she had successfully made it out of the specified post-Radcliffe habilitation program, was now a member of their household and a best mate to Eggsy's little sister, Daisy.

"That's right. It's Friday. You know Eggs is gonna miss seeing you."

Foura shrugged. "We'll hang in the mornin. I'll bring Dais, JB and D too." She plopped a carrot from the kitchen into her mouth. "He doesn't admit it, but he loves that I can spy and report on his sister and mother while I'm also hanging with my best mate."

Roxy nodded. "That is true... Have fun now. And Fee?"

"Yes'm?"

"Try not to hurt anyone too badly if they have the misfortune of jumping you, this time. A'right?"

Foura smiled, "I wouldn't dream of it, or of using the four new Israeli martial arts techniques you've taught me." She said sarcastically and unconvincingly, then she walked out the front door, with her years-old umbrella in hand.

Only a few hours went by, then feet shuffled and keys jingled at the front door. Eggsy waltzed into his home to swoop his wife into his loving arms.

They stood in the kitchen holding each other and exchanged lovers whispers in ear. If they could they would have stayed there for an eternity.

Eggsy drew his head back, a large smile on his face. There were bags under his eyes. Though those couldn't compare to the relief and joy that filled his eyes. He was so happy to be home. Roxy was beyond happy to have him safe in her arms.

The danger in their jobs never wavered, and never gave them a break. Thus every embrace was precious, and every breath was a blessing. Especially when many months went by without them having the chance to see each other.

"Wha' this?" Eggsy brushed a finger under her bruised eye, concern filling his voice.

Roxy pulled his hand down to place it to rest in the small of her back. "It's nothin." She took the glasses off of Eggdy's face, and rested her arms on either side of his head. They were inches apart. "Occupational hazard." Roxy smiled as she began to sway them back and forth to the music she had been playing.

Roxy traced the large scar on his neck, then his cheek over wrinkles that weren't there when they met six years ago. "Is it possible that you've begun to age since we've last seen each other?" she said with her humorous smile.

"Perhaps... It is quite possible that you have only grown in beauty since I last saw you?" He smiled cunningly.

"Damn you. Always saying the sweetest, right thing..." which was something she loved greatly about him.

Frank Sinatra's The Way You Look Tonight, was the current track on the old record player. With each sway, kiss, and smile, a worry or fear made its way out of the door, and out of their minds.

"Yes, you're lovely," Eggsy sang along to the song with honesty.

"...oh, but to love you," Roxy sang with ease, never skipping a beat.

"And the way you look tonight, Mrs. Unwin." He smirked, and she kissed him.

"I'm so glad you're safe." Roxy said, breaking the singing cycle, much to Eggsy's petty disappointment. He could sing everything he said all day, without hesitation.

"And I you." Eggsy sighed heavily. It had been far too long since he had been home. Home, which was where Roxy was.

"A tough go?"

Sometimes he swore she read his mind. "Yeah. More so these past few. I had a few undercover ops. Which you know I have a strong distaste for. And any days away from you is a day too many. Somethin we both agree on."

She nodded her head.

"'Nough bout me. How are you, my girl? You've been busy. All your assignment these past three months..."

She shrugged. "It was work. Rough. But I got some good punches in. Did some work I'm proud of. Brought you back my reports, just like always." Roxy smiled.

"Me too." Eggsy glanced over at his briefcase.

They always brought home their hard copy mission reports, that they would read simultaneously over tea. Asking questions here and there, while complimenting tactics, and seeing what it was that one of them was shaken up over. It was a home tradition. They never talked on the phone about missions, or via text or email. Their organization operated at the highest level of discretion. Thus they burned their hard copy reports after reading them. It was also a great way to keep work life from home life when they could manage it.

"You've seen Arthur lately?" Eggsy asked.

"Yeah. During my debrief this morning. I know you haven't seen him in some time, so I invited Harry over for tea on Tuesday."

Eggsy nodded in recognition and thanks.

"Thank you. By the way. For taking a cab straight here from your flight."

"You kidding me? I wouldn't put this off for the world." Eggsy lead Roxy in a slow twirl-spin. To which she followed his lead swimmingly, and in no time found herself back in his arms.

Eggsy took a quick look around the house. "Foura- Fee. She's not here is she?"

"Movie night at Daisy's. They'll both be over in the morning, with JB and D."

He let out a large smile, full of excitement, and a bit of mischievous.

"What?"

Eggsy took this moment to kiss his wife far longer then he would have had he been in public.

When they finally pulled apart, Roxy was laughing.

"Easy there Eggs, we've got dinner and a lot of catching up to do, first."

Eggsy smirked. "As you wish ma'am." He kissed her quick. "Anytime I get to talk with my best mate is time well spent."

"I couldn't agree more. Now go. Get changed up. Heaven knows I love the way a bespoke fits on you, but Eggsy, you're always wearying this bloody filthy suit. Go put on something homey." Roxy took a step towards the oven, dropping his hold on her in the process. Much to the disappointment of them both.

Eggsy began walking towards the stairs, but then he stopped. He just had to take in the beautiful image of his wife in their kitchen, large apron on over a dress that compliment her wonderfully, her hair straight down and beautiful. She had a determine look on her face, as if dinner was a mission she wouldn't fail. There was something else about her that was different, but Eggsy couldn't place it, yet he loved it just the same.

Roxy noticed his gaze and shook her head at him lovingly. "Go get changed." She urged with a laugh, which he joined in on.

"Gosh, have I missed you Rox." He confesses with one of his killer sweet smiles.

"Eggsy..." Roxy took a step toward him, she wanted to hold his face close to hers. But she stopped herself. "Go." She whispered.

Eggsy headed up the stairs while Roxy set the plates and poured the drinks. Loosening his tie and throwing off his jacket Eggsy noticed that Roxy had laid out a change of clothes for him already. He smiled to himself, thanking God for Roxy yet again. Folded neatly on their bed was a pair of his most comfortable trousers and a new sweater.

He took a moment to disarm himself of Kingsman gadgets and gear. Took his time washing up as well, not thinking his evening could get any better. He slipped into his prepared attire, and nearly fainted as he walked past a mirror.

Roxy sat at their dinning room table, her foot tapped the floor in anxious anticipation. Eggsy had been taking his sweet time. They had been apart for far too long, which made this wait unbearable. There was another reason too.

"ROX?" Someone shouted from the second floor, loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

Roxy stood up from her seat as Eggsy bolted down the stairs to her. He picked her up and spun her around the room. Kissing her many times as well. When he carefully set her down and pulled away, Roxy took a good look at his new sweater. It was a grey pull over with print on it that read; "I'm going to be a dad again!"

Eggsy also, examined her belly area (where an apron no longer lay) and low and behold there was a bump. He gently placed a hand over it, and he leaned down to planted a kiss for his child.

He was beaming, and she was joyous.

"You're sure?"

"100 percent." Roxy smiled.

Then suddenly, Eggsy's eyes turned serious. He bore a questioning look on his face. "You're three months, at the very least..." Eggsy threw out his inquiry, hurt was almost in his eyes. "How long 'ave you known?"

She squeezed his hand and it her lower lip, "about a month and a half... Maybe two..."

"And you didn't say anything?" He paused. "Rox-" He shook his head in disbelief. "Why?"

Over the years, full of trial and error, good things and bad things, a ton load of hard work, their marriage was in a good place. So long as they both continued to honor the promises they made to each other, and the rules they set in place. Honesty was pretty up there in their list of priorities. Add onto that the fact that they had tried for two years to conceive a child again, to no avail. Thus, her keeping this a secret was more than unnecessary.

She brought her voice to a whisper. "I'm sorry Eggsy. I know I-" She swallowed. "I wanted to tell you in person."

Eggsy wasn't buying it, this wasn't the wholistic truth. "Is that all?"

She shook her head. This was not something she wanted to have to reveal. But she'd admit everything to Eggsy, in time. "I wanted to be sure. I didn't want to give you false hope, in the event that I- that I- if I lost another..." she shook away her watery eyes.

"You were afraid we'd lose this one too." Eggsy said, connecting the dots. He enveloped Roxy in a much needed hug. He smothered her in an array of kisses and comforting words. "There's no need for either of us to bare any of this alone. I've got you. And you've got me. Yeah?"

She nodded, yes.

"Everything's going to be wonderful. No matter what." He reassured her, wiping a tear from her eye.

"I know. I really do. So long as you're here."

"We're here." Eggsy placed a loving hand over her womb, and their child.

They proceeded to have a fantastic dinner, catching up on what both of them had done these past 3 months in greater detail than text messages could offer.

"I'm about four months." Roxy confessed quickly, realizing she forgot to make that distinction while he stopped his failed operation story.

"Belfast." Eggsy smiled to himself. "It would've had to 'ave been."

"That's what I thought too." Roxy thought back to those few hours that had spent together in a Belfast town in between missions. It was short, but oh so sweet.

After dinner, they sat by the fire close together, with tea in hand. Talking mostly about the logistics of Roxy's leave of absence, and temporary step down from the Lancelot position. Eggsy also agreed to put in a request for a leave of absence for the due date and three months afterwords.

Eggsy's sweet smile turned to a sudden smirk. "I've been thinkin, these past few hours, about some great names..."

Roxy slowly turned her eyes from the fire, to Eggsy's face. "Gary Unwin, don't you start." she warned. "We're not naming our child after a foreign country's list of top 100 popular names that I'll never be able to pronounce."

Eggsy pouted playfully,"How did you know?" she laughed, "But really, what if we were to name our kid after someone we knew..."

"We are not naming our kid Harry, Eggsy. And that's final." She added quickly.

Eggsy laughed, he never realized how oppose she was to that name. "That's not what I was gettin at. What if we named our kid after someone who means an awful lot to us. Like your dad."

Roxy was speechless. Eggsy really did know just how much her father had meant to her- still meant to her. It hurt her sometimes, to think about how much less time he had spent with his own father. "...and what about your dad?"

He smiled to himself, he hadn't really thought about also using his dad's name again. "Since your offering, yeah. We could do both. That'd be great, actually." He moved his hands across the air as if it was written there clear as day, "Lee James Unwin."

"Or James Leroy Unwin." She offered with the same hand wave.

"Sounds good to me. But- wait. What if it's a girl?"

"Easy, Jamesina Leora Unwin." Roxy offered. "Or Jaimie."

"Wow. Great names. You've thought of this, 'aven't you?"

"Perhaps. But then again. I think on a lot of things."

"Like?"

"...how good it is to be home, with you." Roxy lightly pulled on Eggsy's sweater, bringing his face to hers, for a long and passionate kiss. A kiss full of promises, hopes, dreams, a love for the present moment, and for each other.

"Good things, take hard work, and a long time." Someone had once told them. This rang very true to them both. What they had was a result of a heap of hard work over time. They weren't perfect, nor was their relationship, not by a long shot. But they were where they could be with what they had, and it was enough.

She had so much control over him, he'd heed to her tap or subtly suggestion almost immediately. She doted on him, and let him know it. Though their partnership was more than just love and attraction, it was dedication, trust, and always wanting the best for the other.

They once were two young kids thrown into the same rough situation. They found an ally, a friend, and eventually best mate in each other. Since that first hand shake they had changed substantially into two dedicated partners in life. Roxanne Morton and Gary Unwin weren't just Lancelot and Galahad, the best Kingsman duo the organization had ever seen. They were Eggsy and Roxy, the partnership that was built on a trusted friendship, and lead to an even greater marriage engineered to last.