*Later in Life*

It had been several long years since everything had happened. Struggling with depression and even almost killing myself, to being happy and totally fine. Yes, it was rough and yes, things were harder at times than others, but here I am today. I am happy. I am free. I am in love.

Mycroft and I had a lovely wedding a few years ago. It was a very traditional, yet very small, wedding. Very Holmes like. I'm talking so small that it was Mycroft and I (of course) and Sherlock and John, with baby James and Mrs. Hudson. I wore a white dress and Mycroft donned his suit. We were married at the Holmes estate with a gathering afterwards consisting of the same people. And after that, we were infinite. How cliqued to think about. It really is. A wonderful wedding and then I felt on top of the world. And I had the man of my dreams by my side.

And now, now that I look back, I wouldn't change a thing. We are getting older, Mycroft and I. Not exceptionally old, we just happen to be older than we were when we married. We were older, probably happier, and worn out from children running around the house.

Oh yes, the children. It all started with James. The moment we held James was the moment we knew there would be more. Yes, James wasn't Mycroft's but he loved him just like his own son. So James was the first born. Then came Crispin, Victoria, Elizabeth, Jasper, and Brooke. Three girls and three boys. We had our hands full for the years to come after that. Now, they were content and we were content. James was almost done with secondary school and Brooke was just starting primary school.

Sherlock was even enjoying spending time with the kids. Sort of. He never expressed that he enjoyed children but sometimes, when he thought no one was looking, I could see a smile stretching across his face when he was around them. I knew a part of his heart melted every time one of the kids shouted "Uncle Sherlock" or in Jasper and Brooke's case "Uncle Sherly or Uncle Locks". And of course John was enjoying spending time with the kids. Not only was he there primary physician, but he too was "Uncle John".

I decided, after having our third child Victoria, that it was time for me to hang up my lab coat and stop being a mortician. I was going to be a stay at home mom and I honestly didn't have a problem with that. The dead people weren't going to miss me much anyways, and now I had the chance to spend my children's lives with them instead of a nanny being there every step of the way.

So my life has been pretty hectic. From a mortician to a lover, to being used and abused, to falling in love with the right man and having children and living happily ever after. It is who I am.

And I wouldn't change it for the world.

So that's it. The end of the story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you want me to branch off with maybe one of the children and write a story about them, I can do that. Or if you want to see someone else's side of the story, feel free to ask. I'm up to any suggestions. But in all honesty, I just hope you enjoyed it. :)