Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 40: Waltz

Why hello again. It seems we have skipped another murder because it was boring as shit to write.

Sorry about that my lovelies! It seems that we are skipping to Mary and John's dance, isn't that just ghastly?

Anyway, enjoy the part!
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Your POV

I couldn't stop smiling. The three people I loved the most in the same room, all involved in something that involved love. Mary and John were getting married and dancing to a piece that Sherlock composed for this occasion. And it was beautiful.

I watched as John bent Mary backward and kissed her while she giggled, and I couldn't help but begin clapping once the piece ended. People started to join in with me, and I started to whoop, directing my applause towards Sherlock. He shoots a quick smile at me before turning his music stand and picking up a microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, just, er, one last thing before the evening begins properly. Apologies for earlier. A crisis arose and was dealt with. More importantly, however, today we saw two people make vows. I've never made a vow in my life, and after tonight I probably never will again. So, here in front of you all, my first vow, hopefully not my last." He quickly shot me a smile, so quick that if I blinked I would miss it.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach; Sherlock, getting married, especially to me? Sure, I'd seen my life with him for a while, but I never saw him as the marriage type.

"Mary and John: whatever it takes, whatever happens, from now on I swear I will always be there, always, for all three of you." Three.

Three? Did he include me in there?

"Er, I'm sorry, I mean, I mean two of you. All two of you. Both of you, in fact. I've just miscounted."

Oh. My. God. Sherlock you sly bastard.

"Anyway, it's time for dancing. Play the music again, please, thank you." Sherlock awkwardly jumps off the stage, and I instantly sprint towards him.

"Is it true?" I blurted out when I reached him, clinging onto his chest and looking up at him with a spark in my eyes like a child. He nodded and I squealed from excitement, bouncing my toes a bit as John and Mary approached us. I opened my mouth to speak, but Sherlock started before I could say anything.

"Sorry, that was one more deduction than I was really expecting."

"Deduction?" Mary asked, confused, exchanging concerned looks with John.

"Increased appetite... change of taste perception... and you were sick this morning. You assumed it was just wedding nerves. You got angry with me when I mentioned it to you. All the signs are there."

"The signs?"

"The sign of three." Mary started to watch me closely when I spoke, and followed my gaze to her abdomen.

"W-what?!" Mary stuttered, looking down at her own stomach and looking at John happily.

"Mary, I think you should do a pregnancy test." I said happily, reaching over and grabbing her hand, giving it a tiny squeeze.

"W-wait. Shut up." John said, eyes closing, taking a moment to take in this information.

"Sorry."

"Don't- don't panic." Sherlock said, face suddenly filled with concern.

"I'm not... panicking."

"I'm pregnant! I'm panicking!"

"There's no reason to panic!" I said quickly, holding my arms out for both of them to grab.

"And you would know!" John said more harshly than he intended, but he was stressed so I understood.

"I would." I said, "you'll hardly need him around now that you have a real baby on the way." I said, motioning towards Sherlock. He chuckled and pulled me close, while John and Mary laughed nervously, looking at both me and Sherlock.

John breathed out heavily, before muttering, "come here you," and pulling me into a breath taking hug. No, seriously, I couldn't breathe. I hugged back, but pushed him off me and caught my breath. Mary turned towards me and kissed me on the cheek, throwing me an excited smile. One look on my face and I knew I looked exactly the same.

There's a slight pause before Sherlock breaks the silence.

"Dance. Both of you, now, go dance. We can't just stand here. People will wonder what we're talking about."

"What about you?" Mary asks tearfully, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"I have (Y/N)." He said, smiling down at me. "Go. Dance. Be happy. Whatever you humans do." Mary nods towards him and walks back with her newfound husband into the crowd. I smiled, she looked so happy. She'd been a part of our lives - well at least me and John's - for nearly two years, and god damnit they were finally getting married.

Sherlock snapped me out of my thoughts by turning me around to face him.

I smiled and giggled at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pressed his head against mine and wrapped his arms around my waist. "This isn't a slow song you know." I remarked, smirking and closing my eyes, swaying to the beat of the song while everyone else was jumping around to.

"Shush and let me dance with my woman." He whispered and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. I smiled to myself and pulled myself closer to him.

Sherlock Holmes. My Sherlock Holmes. The man I changed from an abrasive arsehole to a compassionate man who learned how to love. I was lucky enough to teach him how to love. And he was lucky enough to have me. He pulled me closer to him and I could feel his heartbeat on mine, beating at a rapid pace as his face got warmer.

"I love you." He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on my neck.

"I love you too, Sherlock." I replied, turning my head and kissing his cheek. I looked into his eyes when I pulled him out, his pupils blacked out his creamy blue irises. For a moment, he looked distant, but I ran my finger along his cheek, snapping him back into reality.

He smiled warmly at me as I moved my hands up to his curls, messing with the hair that took him quite a while to do, but he didn't care. He hummed and bounced me back and forth to the beat of the song. He started to look around again, looking a bit distant.

I brought my lips to his ear, while tugging on his hair a bit to get his attention. "What do you say we get out of here?"

Instantly, he spun me around and started leading me by the hand thorough the crowd of tipsy and sweaty dancers. He smiled at me like a teenager and held a tight grip on my hand, gently pushing people out of the way. I turned towards John and Mary, who weren't even looking at us, so I knew we would be safe. Sherlock turned back to me and had a stupid grin plastered across his face, but his eyes said something completely different.

He was eager enough as it was, and I knew that at home, he had a promising future planned for me there.

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Hey my lovelies!! I hoped you enjoyed this part! I'm sorry it's a bit late, but I enjoy writing at night so BOOM DEAL WIT IT!

Also, please please comment and tell me if you want full on smut when they get home, because based on my ending it's definitely a possibility. Or do you want to wake up next to Sherlock like normal?

I guarantee you that the smut will be quite good, therefore it'll take me a few days.

Please please comment! I love to hear feedback from y'all, it gives me life!

Have a great night lovelies xx