Beautiful Liar

Do You Wonder?

A/N: How are we all on this fine Evening/Morning/Afternoon? Just a bit of small talk before we continue with the drama. ;] Anyway, now we see some nice Jim/Juliet moments now. That's what this chapter is really, just happiness and fluff. Then I'm going to bring some more drama and maybe give you all a glimpse of who the mysterious PW is? ;]

FRANCE: PARIS: JIM & JULIET'S VILA:

Survival. That's what this was all about now. Trying to live and survive in this mad world. Jim had bought us a neat little villa in the South of France and honestly, it was perfect. Close by to the sea, we could have our privacy away from others and the press. Who, by the way, were still onto us. It's like Jim and I had become celebrities since the trial. I wasn't too pleased about that. However, the threat of PW was still there. We'd had no further calls or texts. But, to my delight, Sherlock had been in contact. Checking up on how we were and how Ellie was doing. Wrapping my silk dressing gown around me, I stepped onto the veranda and made my way over to my peaceful husband. In his chair, Jim was silently holding Ellie. Cooing things into her small ear. Smiling, I took a seat next to them,

"Good morning." Jim raised his sunglasses and gave me his signature smile,

"Good morning love. How are you?" He asked softly,

"Alright. Little miss over there, kept me up most of the night." I replied with a yawn. Jim frowned and reached over for my hand,

"Don't worry, I'll look after her today. You rest. Then, I'll make you something nice."

It was a good thing I was tired, as the time seemed to fly by. Most of the time, I spent the day by the pool. In the house, I could hear Jim flitting about with Ellie and talking to his counterparts on the other side of the world. Wrapping my silk wrap around my shoulders and placing my tablet onto the poolside table, I ventured into the large villa. Inside the lights had been dimmed. Candles lay in the middle of the dinning table, each light perfectly. The aroma of the food travelled into the room, making my senses explode once more. Suddenly, the doors opened and out came my newly-domesticated husband,

"Ah, there you are. My beautiful, wonderful, marvellous wife." He said in his Irish lit. Chuckling to myself, I took a seat and waited upon my meal. Jim moved back into the kitchen and re-appeared with two plates. When he put his mind to it, Jim made a brilliant waiter. Smoothly, he placed the meal down in front of me and sat down with his own. The contents looked scrumptious. He'd made a spiced-steak with supporting salad. God. My husband was a genius. Tucking in, I glanced over at the Irish Wonder sat across from me,

"This Jim, is amazing. I applaud your skills." I said with a mouthful of steak. Jim raised an eyebrow and set his fork down,

"That's not the first time you've said that." Setting my own fork down, I, myself cocked an eyebrow up,

"Oi, cheeky. How was Ellie?" I asked softly,

"She was surprisingly quiet. Slept no problem." We continued to ask about how each others day had gone. Then abruptly, Jim raised himself from the table and cleared away the plates. Sitting back into my chair, I watched him leave the room only to re-enter once again. He then walked over to the stereo and flicked the on switch. The soulful sounds of John Newman entered the dining room. Taking me by the hand, Jim lead us outside onto the veranda. The music was loud enough to be audible but not too loud that it would bother Ellie. Leaning in closer to Jim, he placed his hand onto my waist and we began to move around soulfully,

"Sometimes, I wonder what my life would've been like we'd never met. If you never stopped that drunkard in the club. I'd probably be one of Sherlock's lackeys, working with John and making cups of tea with Mrs Hudson." I said softly into Jim's ear. Jim twirled me around and turned me so I was facing him,