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Sherlock Holmes is alive.
Sherlock is alive.
John Watson retires to his old bedroom in 221B Baker Street. He sinks onto his mattress, looking around at the ugly wallpaper. Normally John feels quite comfortable here but tonight his mind is reeling with the shock of his very best friend being alive. His hands rest in his lap, his eyes drop to his feet in their black stockings. His mind circles one sentence, one thought: Sherlock is alive.
Sherlock Holmes stands outside the door of his very best friend. His bare feet are chilled even with the threadbare rug between his skin and the floor. Sherlock finds himself hesitating, rising on his tiptoes, hand hovering above the knob. This new hesitation is something that irritates Sherlock; he never used to have a problem with barging into John's room.
This is rubbish, He scolds himself. Then his hand is turning the doorknob. Sherlock's legs move him into the dark room of their own acc
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I smile softly as his hand rub my small but showing bump. Our little child inside, resting from kicking me in the liver a lot.
I giggle as Sherlock looks at me happily, his eyes filled with tears and hope.
I placed his head on my belly, letting him her the faint noise of out child's heart.
I laugh as Sherlock swears he can hear the baby breathing.
I stroke his head and kiss his nose. I think over all that has let up to this point in our life’s.
I think of Mrs Hudson nearly fainted when she herd the new, the look on Greg and My's faces when they herd we wanted them to be our off springs godfathers.
I laugh as I remember Sherlock boasting to Andy and Sally that he has a REAL lover and child on the way.
I pull Sherlock to his feet and kiss him deeply, whispering to him I love him deeply and that I will always be his.
He kisses back and tell me that I will always be his Dr John Hamish Watson Holmes. His angel.
I smile with tears and we hug, my baby kicking softly now.