Sherlock was cursing his idiotic behavior and blabbering mouth. Now he didn't just feel guilty that he knew, but that everyone eventually found out as well.
John had to tell Mary so she'd keep you from going on any more rides and since Lestrade was the only one left oblivious, they felt obliged to tell him too. He felt bad that everyone had to hide it and you didn't know at all.
You were still a bit grumpy that no one wanted to go car racing with you, but a get-together dinner with all of them cheered up your mood eventually.
It was one of the rare times you all would casually go out to eat without having to crack some major problem or catch an insane killer. You still had that one on the loose, truth be told, but you had all the faith in Sherlock's homeless friends. The dinner was pretty much fun, John kept talking about Sherlock's embarrassing moments from some of the cases and Sherlock would embarrass him twice as much in return.
The dinner was almost over and some of you decided to order a dessert.
- Oh this cake looks nice - you exclaimed looking at the menu - I really feel like cherries right now. I usually don't like cherries, it's weird.
- Oh believe me, I had the exact same craving when I was pr - Mary started cheerfully but quickly bit her tongue as John gave her a kick under the table - Uhm when I was uh, when I was little. I craved cherries a lot.
- Well - you said - I never really liked them but for some reason I really feel like eating them right now. Who knows, tastes can change.
You've got to be kidding me, thought Sherlock still amazed but how oblivious you were. He would give anything in the world if you'd just figure it out already.
When the waiter brought your cake you were simply amazed. You thought you never tasted something so good in your entire life.
- Oh my god, this is so good! Sherlock, we need to have a bucket of cherries at home at all times. Why have I never liked them before? They're awesome.
Sherlock was banging his head against the wall in his imagination, and Mary, since she had gone through pregnancy about two years ago, thought you were incredibly cute. She could barely hide her excitement so John had to kick her feet under the table a few more times for her to pull it together.
With everyone involved in chatting and eating, nobody even noticed you ordering a little wine for yourself. That was until you raised your glass to say cheers and just as you were about to take a sip-
- NO!
You were stunned as they shouted in complete unison. You stopped the glass so quickly that half of it spilled directly on your bright colored shirt.
- Guys, what the hell!
They all quickly looked at each other unsure of what to do and how to explain to you that you can't possibly drink alcohol right now. Not even the "you were sick two days ago" argument would work in this case. And you would probably spill the rest of the drink in someone's (Sherlock's) face if they said it.
- I bought this shirt like a week ago, Sherlock, do you know how hard this is to wash?
- No. But this wine- this wine is-
- Expired! - finished Mary - It expired unfortunately.
- Yeah, so, so - you better not drink it - added John insecurely.
- Expired? What do you mean expired, you can't know that. Besides, Greg had a glass of it as well.
Everyone looked in Lestrade's direction. Great, he thought, oblivious again. For a second he sat silently before he could think of something.
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A big small secret
FanfictionWith help of his super advanced deduction skills, Sherlock found out you were pregnant before you even realized it. He intended to keep it a secret at first, but due to his big blabbering mouth, he managed to accidentally tell everyone - except you.
