Seven Years Later…

The sound of steel hitting against steel followed by high pitched giggles and a deep laugh was the first thing that met Silver's ears when she walked into the Cistern after returning from a mission. They were sounds that she loved to no end. After all, they were the sounds of family.

She crept into the training room on silent feet, unseen by those in it. All three of them were focused on each other, which made sneaking up on him easy. "You're losing your touch, Bryn." she whispered in the ear of her husband with a teasing laugh.

"It's these kids." Brynjolf replied with a soft laugh. "They're just too perfect. Just like their mother." He turned around and kissed her softly on the lips. "I'm glad you're back, lass. I've missed you."

Silver returned the kiss before saying, "I was only gone three days, Bryn. It's hardly an eternity."

"It is when you're not here." he argued softly. Silver opened her mouth to reply, but then two squeals could be heard.

"Mommy!" the two children ran into Silver's waiting arms as she crouched down to their height. Silver hugged her twin children for a few long minutes before Michael broke away. "We missed you, Mom." he said, looking at her with his disheveled white-blond hair falling in his bright blue eyes.

"Yeah!" his twin sister, a little six year old with bright red hair and emerald eyes piped up. "Daddy wouldn't let us play near the canal! He's boring!" Silver laughed at that and turned to her husband who had an eyebrow raised.

"Excuse me lassie, who is it that had been teaching you to use your dagger?" he asked.

Sasha looked at the dagger in her hand and then back at her father. "You, but that's the only fun thing we've done for three days!" she complained and behind her, her brother nodded his agreement.

"I thought Uncle Delvin watched you for a day while Daddy had to work." Silver said, causing identical frowns to appear on the twins' faces.

"He did, Mommy, but all we did was practice being quiet. It was boring!" Michael whined before perking up a little. "I stayed quiet better than Sasha did! I even snuck up on Uncle Del!" he bragged causing his sister to look at him angrily.

"Did not!" she said and jabbed a finger in his chest. "Did too!" he replied defensively and pushed her back. Before long the two of them were shoving each other around the room.

Eventually Brynjolf spoke up. "Michael, Sasha, stop." the children's arms dropped to their sides immediately. "Why don't you go see if Vekel can get you something to eat? You're mommy and I need to talk." he suggested. The twins nodded and ran out of the room.

Silver turned back to her husband after watching them leave. For a few moments they just stared at each other lovingly. Then they leaned in simultaneously and shared a gentle kiss. "I love you, Bryn." Silver whispered to her husband as she leaned her head on his strong chest. He stroked her hair and echoed her statement in a quiet voice. They stayed like that for some time, simply enjoying the other's presence. Then they heard the twins arguing about who stole what from whom from the Cistern. Silver let out a sigh. "The day when those two grow up enough to channel their particular talents for the Guild is the day that Skyrim needs to beware." she murmured. She knew that one day those two would be the most well known thieves in all of Tamriel. If they didn't kill each other first of course.

"Their our children, lass. Skyrim needs to get ready, because it's not going to know what hit it." Brynjolf replied with a small chuckle. 'Yes it does.' Silver thought proudly. 'Yes it does.'