The Crossovers (Shielded: Book 2)

Chapter 16

That night, Sherlock and I got into bed quite early. He had his arm around me, and accidentally brushed his other hand over a ticklish spot at the small of my back. I moved over just a bit, bringing my hand down to his on my back.

"Are you... ticklish?" He asked me. "Mm... you are. Right here." He said. He started to tickle me around my waist.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Stop it!" I laughed. I turned over to face him, "Stop, I can't stop laughing!" I said. Sherlock was laughing as well, but the sound of his laughter was muffled by mine.

Above our laughter, the sound of crying grew louder and louder. "I never expected this." Sherlock said. I got up and picked up Meredith.

"This?" I asked, rocking Meredith gently as I prepared a bottle for her.

"Being a father... having a woman in my life." He said. He was carrying Noah, who had woken up to the sound of the crying. "Never expected to find something more important than my work." He said.

"Me neither... that's why I wanted to get back to my dimension." I said. "You do remember that, right?" I asked.

"Yes, I suppose I do." He said.

"You're forgetting quickly..." I said.

"And you're not?" He asked.

We put the kids down to bed, "I am... that's why I started writing it all down. With the recent dimension mix up, I feel like it's important to remember what happened." I said.

"Writing? Like a book?" He asked, intrigued by what I said.

"Yes... honestly, it could pass as a romance fiction novel." I said.

"Not at all what I expected a story of my life to be like." Sherlock said.

"I plan on omitting many of the things that were already in John's blog... I looked over it; they're the same." I said.

"How much did you write so far?" He asked.

"Until just after I left the hospital... John told me." I said. I slipped under the blanket. Sherlock came into bed right next to me.

"Told you what?" He asked. He pushed my hair back out of my face.

"You went through my phone." I said.

"Yes, I did..." Sherlock said.

"You didn't need to... you already knew everything just by looking at me." I said.

"I knew you came from money. New clothes. New phone, expensive one at that, and barely used. The way you held yourself: entitled, arrogant. Obviously from an extremely well paid job of high stature and importance." He said.

"You never said anything. You say it's because you weren't sure, but that's not it, is it?" I said.

"I was sure I was right; I just wasn't sure how you would react. Most people tell me to piss off..." he paused, and breathed in deeply, "I didn't want you to leave." He said.

"I would never leave you." I said.

"You're too good to me." He said, smiling weakly.

"I know." I smiled at him. "What was there of significance that you saw on my phone?" I asked.

"Nothing." He said.

"Nothing?" I asked.

"Precisely. Nothing, but a single contact." He said, staring me in the eyes. "No apps, games or social media. Nothing to connect you to the rest of the world, but that was just it. You were completely disconnected from reality."