A Locked Up Heart.

Chapter Thirty Two - 221b or not 221b.

{Eight Years Later}

"It's beautiful Mrs. Hudson!" I exclaimed, running my hand across the mahogany mantle.

"Sherlock are you seeing this?! I said gesturing wildly to all the things. "Built in bookshelves, Beautiful kitchen... And look at these rooms!" I said trotting happily off down the hallway. Sherlock gazed adoringly at me as he followed behind me.

"Wow look at these windows! Dibs on this room!" I giggle.

"Dibs? What are you Twelve?" Sherlock laughs.

I slap him on the arm. He chuckles as I head back to the living room.

"This is perfect Mrs. Hudson!" I said giving her a hug. Sherlock came over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"When can we move in?" I ask practically jumping up and down.

"Anytime this week works for me Dear." She smiles. I squeal.

Four Days Later.

" Lift with your legs Keyland." Sherlock orders.

"I am! Sherlock you need to turn it a little!" I shout the other end of the sofa.

"I knew we should have asked Greg to help!" Sherlock complains as we maneuver the couch around the bend in the stairs.

"Oh stop complaining!" I shout. He sticks his tongue out at me.

"Now who's twelve!" I grumble as we set the couch down on the ground.

"I'm still still not sure about the wallpaper..." Sherlock says observing the walls.

"Hey you gave me free reign to decorate! I could have made it pink I could have done whatever. But I made it masculine." I scold, hands on my hips.

Sherlock sighs and goes over to the box in which Billy resides. He takes him out of the box and places him on the mantle. He comes back over to me, and puts his arm around me. He turns to say something to me, then notices the tears in my eyes.

"Keyland are you okay?" He asks worriedly.

"Sherlock.... I feel like I have come home." I smile. He pulls me in for a hug.

...The End...