Dancing With The Devil (part two)

Chapter 61: Monumental

When morning came, Astrid and Jim woke up pretty much simultaneously. They didn't get out of bed for another hour or so. They just sat up, smoking and chatting. After the hour or so, Astrid pecked Jim on the lips before deciding to go and have a bath. She got out of the bed considering taking a sheet with her to cover her body, however she eventually decided against it. She smirked at Jim as she walked into the bathroom, butt naked, and began to run a bath.

Jim chuckled at her, before resting his head against the back of the bed. After a little while he heard his phone ring and he picked it up.  It was Seb. He answered the call.

"Hello-" he began but was cut off by a deafening scream.

"Hello daddy!" came the shriek of his daughter's voice, "guess what?"

He smiled at her excitability, "what?"

"I got my first wobbly tooth!" she screeched, "Seb said we're supposed to tie it to some string and then attach the other end to a door and then slam the door shut to pull it out."

Jim's eyes widened, "that's great, but, don't do that. Let it come out naturally."

"Why?"

"'cause it'll hurt."

"Oh," she sounded sad, "well, I'll keep wobbling it till it comes out."

"You do that," Jim laughed.

"Where's mummy?"

"She's running a bath," Jim put the call on speaker and got out of bed, beginning to get changed. After he did he took the phone into the en suite, where Astrid was sat next to the almost full tub with a towel around her body and her hair up in a bun above her head, "It's Grace."

Astrid smiled, "hi Gracie."

"Hello mummy," she grinned over the phone, "I've got my first wobbly tooth."

Astrid chuckled, "well, isn't that a monumental occasion."

"What does monumental mean?"

"It means iconic; something special."

"I am special."

Astrid giggled, "yes you are."

"Seb's taking me to the cinema today," Grace said, "we're going to see a Christmas film."

Astrid laughed and muttered to herself, "Sebastian Moran going to a Christmas film."

"What?" Grace asked.

"Never mind, enjoy the film, Gracie."

"I will," she said and Astrid hung up the phone. She looked at Jim and smirked.

"Sebastian Moran going to a Christmas film. There's something about parenthood that I will not regret."

"Yeah me neither," he smirked watching her stand up and drop the towel to the floor. She stepped into the hot water, wincing slightly as it touched her skin. As she sat inside Jim moved closer to the tub, sitting down to talk to her.

"You still want to introduce Grace to John Watson's daughter? What's her name?"

"Rosie Mary Watson," Astrid responded, letting her head fall backwards, "and yes. It'll be funny. They'll get on tremendously, then when new year comes on, and the bombs go off, we'll have an alibi, as well as a new friend. Sherlock and his boyfriend will have no evidence to say that I have anything to do with the bomb, and they wouldn't want to cause a scene in front of the kids."

"And what do you expect me to do?"

She lifted her head up, "I'm sure you'll find something to entertain yourself with," she leaned forwards, "or some poor soul."

The corner of Jim's mouth twitched upwards, "I'm sure I will."

Astrid tilted her head, "do they happen to go by the name of Ciaran Walsh?"

"They could..."

"Then you better wait for me," she smirked, "cause I want to have my way with him too."

Jim nodded, "very well." He leaned into her face, "whatever will you do to him?"

She smirked lightly, "just you wait and see."

Astrid then kissed him roughly, sitting up completely.

"You've got two options, Jimmy," Astrid smirked against his panting mouth, "either join me, or go and make me some breakfast."

"And which would you prefer?" he asked, kissing her again.

"The latter," she smiled and Jim rolled his eyes. He considered taking off his clothes and getting into the bath with her,  however, he just stood up and smiled at his wife.

"Very well then." He smirked and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Astrid laughing her head off in the bathroom.

"Was it something I said?"