Months went by and you were still in the clutches of the Consulting Criminal. Nobody had a clue where you could have been, not even Sherlock. As the days went on and the months flew away like leaves in the wind, you couldn't help but develop feelings for James. You knew it was wrong and crazy to even think it, but it was true. Somehow, this man that kills people for money, and fun, made you feel special. He made you feel, different.
He finally let you see the rest of your "Home" and soon you realized it was a large estate overflowing with beauty. The halls were long and covered with expensive artwork that must've cost millions. The rooms were designed differently according to Moriarty's style and taste, and a few rooms he let you decide how to decorate them. Bit by bit your sarcastic self started to blossom back and Jim didn't mind. He actually thought it was a turn on for him. You didn't go overboard though, he was still James Moriarty after all..
The criminal spoiled you with presents and gifts all the time. Some you adored so much it made you cry. One of your favorites was a shirt that said "Consulting Queen" and you couldn't help but giggle. At first he wouldn't by your merchandise though. I guess it was because it was "uncivilized" but with all your begging, puppy eyes, and kisses he finally gave in. You were so happy, and James seemed to be as well.
Although he never let you leave the estate, except with him, you found ways to entertain yourself. Whether it be binge watching Miraculous LadyBug or reading Magnus Chase. Your most favorite thing to do though was to sit in the garden, either reading or just laying back and letting the breeze run through your hair. The garden was enchanting, it seemed as if it was a ripped out page from a fairy tale book and taped onto the earth. The different types of flowers and trees brightened up your world. It was even better when Jim would sit with you and twirl your hair with his fingers.
There in the garden, was the first time he said those 3 words.
You smell bad.
Jk,Jk
I love you.
Of course you were shocked but it didn't seemed to phase him. You stayed silent and just resumed your position; your head on his chest.
You smiled.
After a year and a half of keeping you captive, it was your birthday. YaY
AND THAT MEANT,
YOU GUESSED IT,
PRESENTS!!
YAY MORE SHIT TO LAY AROUND!
In the morning, Moriarty woke you up by trailing kisses up your collarbone to your lips.
"Good morning my queen."
You giggled, still not used to being called that.
Newly girlfriend and boyfriend.
CutE.
The day trailed on with little gifts and cute things to do til it was around 10 p.m. After a romantic dinner he kissed you lightly on your lips.
He placed a small box in your hand. It was pink with a silver ribbon tied around it.
"Jim you already got me thousands of things," you sighed.
"Hun you must realize I make millions everyday and I LOVE to spoil my Queen," he said, kissing your neck.
You blushed, "oh alright, but this is the last one."
"I cannot promise you anything dear."
You smiled and quickly unraveled the bow. You took the tiny lid off and took out the mystery item covered in tissue paper. You ripped off the delicate paper and held a small device in your hand, a pink plus sign on the top. Your smiled then faded as fast as it appeared.
"M-Moriarty, what's this?"
He rolled his eyes, "Well obviously you're pregnant."
To be continued...
(HEY MY LOVELIES! So sorry this chapter wasn't as long, I promise the next one will be way longer. I just wanted to say thanks to y'all for reading, it means a lot ^_^ WELP, I GOTTA DASH!)
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