Surely Sherlock

Epilogue

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Epilogue

"Oh, come now, love. Get away from the window," Sherlock drawled, looking up from his paper. Deliade stared absently out the rain streaked window, her legs tucked under her. With a sigh, she turned to face him.

It would seem she had aged quite a bit in the few months that had passed since the wedding. Her hair swept down lower, her eyes were not as bright as they had once been, and her skin was just a shade duller. She seemed to have reverted back to the ways of the past, dreaming and gazing out the window no matter the weather.

"I am looking out for them," she murmured, and Sherlock was sure of what them meant to her.

Gilda and Guillion had been gone for close to a year. It did not seem that they would ever grace the Holmes with their reappearance, but Deliade refused to see it. She was still in shock over how easy it had been for them to leave. She would tell people that inquired that they not been very good, or that they had passed in an unfortunate accident. 

However, the facts remained the same: they had just left.

"You cannot keep doing that," Sherlock hissed, "They will not be back. If they have not come back yet, when will they ever?"

"They will be back," Deliade declared, determination flaring up, "Or I will hunt them down myself."

Sherlock snorted, but said nothing of his wife's rare display of emotion these days. She would only do what she needed with little passion that she once had.

"We will be moving to the country in only a matter of days," he pointed out, "How then will you go look for them or will they find us?" He knew what her answer would be, and she knew this fact as well. There was no need for her to say it, but it hung between them along with another question that nagged at her deeply.

What of the baby?

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BOOM! There's a hint at what the next book has :)