Only Yours

29

John's P.O.V

They didn't react the way I thought they would.

I thought all our children would be happy that their father and I were back together. I suppose the twins were happy. They smiled and cheered and ran off to make invitations to our wedding, followed by Blackbeard, but Will and Jonty stood there staring at each other in shock before running off into their rooms.

I can hear them shouting right now, but i can't tell what they are saying.

So now me and Sherlock are just standing in the middle of the living room looking at their closed door.

'Is it us? Do they not want us too...' I ask him.

'No. This is separate. The way William was looking at Jonathan was in apology, not anger. William did something and Jonathan was severely displeased.' He says quickly before settling into his chair. I sit down on the arm.

'So they don't want to live together.'

'It would appear so.' His eyebrows are knitted and his hands are under his chin, eyes fixed on a point in the far distance.

For a moment, I just look at him. I can hardly believe that after all of this, we are back together again, sitting in Baker Street. I find myself glancing at his finger. Double checking his ring is still in place. When he holds my hand, I get the same thrill I did when we first started dating.

His hair is still as curly and black as before, not even a hint of grey unlike mine. He's 43 years old but his face and stature are exactly the same as they were when we met...nineteen years ago? Maybe even more.

'They'll have to get used to it. I lived away from you for two years and I never ever want to do that again.' He smiles, one of those rare real smiles he does, and pats my knee. For a moment we look at each other and I can't stop smiling. I feel complete for the first time in years.

'So when should we have the wedding? I was thinking in about three and a half years, probably in the summer. That would give us plenty of time to plan and also lots of time for the new baby to start walking. What do you think?' He says.

I'm so busy staring at his cheekbones I don't realise what he said for a few seconds.

'Wait a second. What new baby?'

He stares at me in surprise. 'The new baby, John! Obviously we need another child now. We reconciled! It's tradition! After you came back from the North Jonathan joined the family and after I was shot the twins were born! Tradition!'

'We can't have another kid!' I say. I can't believe it. I actually can't believe Sherlock Holmes wants another child. It's ridiculous.

Apparently, he doesn't see why. 'Why? We are in love. We have other children, we know how to bring them up. Our other children have reached an age where they can amuse ourselves so we could devote ourselves to another baby. William will be going to university in eighteen months and Jonty will be off in four years. We are financially stable and we have an extra bedroom now!'

'I am fifty next September-'

'So? You are fit. You are able. You run every day. Come on John, pleeeeaaassssseeee?' He does the puppy dog eyes at me.

As much as I hate to admit it, I see his point. We have the room. We have the money. I feel as young as I did when I was thirty. And I have missed having a baby at Baker Street.

He crouches down in front of me and slides his hand up my thigh. 'Jooohhhnnn?' I am reminded of Hamish when he was begging for Blackbeard.

'Fine.' I relent. Sherlock stands up and smiles smugly. 'Great. I called Karen, remember, who carrie the twins? She said she was willing to so it again. I predict great things for this child, John. She will be a genius, just like I am. Maybe we can all go into the Consulting Detective business together.'