Emotional Context

The Past will Always Haunt You

ELIZABETH'S POV

Readjusting back to London since our return had been easier than I thought. The boys were now back to their cases and I was keeping busy with work and preparing for the baby.


I'm now in my sixth month and Sherlock was beginning to hover over me like crazy. I was currently in the process of getting over a cold. From the moment I began to get sick Sherlock turned down all cases until I was 100% better. This led us(mostly Sherlock—he would barely let me do a thing) to prepare the nursery (aka, the other half of our room) and organise all the new clothes, toys and such that people had already bought the baby. Part of me found his hovering to be sweet, but part of me was also ticked off. Hormones. So much fun.


"Alright, well, the changing table is now fully assembled. We just need to put all the diapers and such in the bins and pick out a changing mat to put on the top."


"Sherl, come take a break. You've been at this all day. Maybe we can go out to get something to eat. We could ask John and Mary to meet us."


"Nice try, darling, but we both know you still need your rest. Speaking of, you need to finish your tea." He motioned to the cup on the table. "The doctor sai-"


"I know what the bloody doctor said! I've been pushing fluids and resting. You've had me on this couch or in the bed for over a week. My cravings have been crazy and I swear I've had to have put on another pound or two to my already seventeen pounds I've gained from this child." I rolled my eyes. "I need to get out of this flat.."


"Elizabeth, multiple things. One, your body is fighting off a virus for not only you, but our son and to do so you need to rest. Two, the seventeen to nineteen pounds you've put on throughout your pregnancy so far is natural. You're putting your body through a tremendous amount to give us a son and I love you no matter what." He sat down next to me. "But I will agree that your cravings have been a bit much. I don't know if I can see you eat another bowl of ice cream with chips and pickles again.."


"Hey! Don't blame me, your son is the one that wanted it." I hit him lightly as I laid my head against his shoulder. "He's starting to move around more."


"I'm surprised he's not kicking you non-stop yet."


"Well, don't you two look cozy."


The two of us looked up to see Mycroft standing in the doorway.


"I didn't mean to bother your little family moment. I never expected to see you like that, Sherlock."


"Yes, well, with Elizabeth getting over her cold I need to be here for her." He pulled away and stood up. "What do you want, Mycroft?"


"So, we finally have a case?" John asked as he popped in behind Mycroft.


"Case? What? No, we don't have a case."


"You do now, brother dear."


Sherlock automatically turned to me, shooting me his usual irritated glare. "Did you really text our brothers?"


"I did! You haven't been on a case in over a week and you've been hovering over me! Which I do find to be the sweetest thing even though it also pisses me off. You need to get back to work. I can manage things here by myself." I stood up. "There's little things I can do in our room to finish up for the baby."


"But Elizabeth-"


"William, so help me God if you don't go back to work and let me have space to breathe, I will make your life a living hell these next few months before I go through the extreme pain of birthing your son." I snapped.


I looked over at him as his eyes softened and a very small frown grew on his face. Did I just go to far?


"I-I didn't mean to snap at you..I just need some space and freedom.." I began to cry. "I love you so much, but you're not letting me help at all and I feel useless! You put together the crib and the changing table, and all I did was sit on my ass and watch. I hated watching you do it all on your own.." Grabbing onto him, I threw myself into his chest and began sobbing into his shirt. I quickly felt his arms wrap around me in attempts to calm me down.


"Just breathe, darling.."


Mycroft awkwardly cleared his throat as I heard him talk to John.


"Dr. Watson, maybe we should step out and give them a moment?"


"You're probably right.."


I heard the door shut a few moments later. Sherlock sat me back down as he held tightly onto me.


"Darling, I do all of this because I feel the same way as you. You're the one that's going through nine months of carrying our child. You're doing this heavy work so I want to do what I can to make things easier for you. I never meant to upset you." He ran his hand across my stomach lightly, trying to see if the baby would kick. "I know I may be hovering a bit, but I just want to protect you two at all costs. With Moriarty gone all we need is something else to come along."


"You're doing an amazing job at protecting us.." Wiping my eyes I laid against the couch. "I don't even want to think about something else like Moriarty happening again.."


"And you won't, because we're going to stop this conversation here. We don't need you to get upset and your blood pressure go up and we end up back at the doctor's again."


I kissed him lightly as I saw John crack the door open slightly. "You go take care of this case. I'm just going to relax here."


"You two can come back in here." Sherlock yelled as our brothers made their back in. "Hormones have been getting worse lately."


"Sorry.." I rubbed the back of my neck embarrassed. "We're coming into the last trimester and I'm all over the place now."


"You're okay, Lizzie. We all understand." John smiled. "Right, well Mycroft explained to me the case. It's nothing too major. Shall we get started?"


"Yes, yes. You boys go have fun." I went over to get Sherlock's coat and scarf as I handed them to him. "I'll be fine here. I'll call if I need anything."


"Please do. I'll be back in a couple hours." He slid on his coat. "Goodbye, Elizabeth."


"Bye!" I called out as the three of them made their way down the stairs. Mycroft turned back to me, shooting me this look reading 'you owe me for this.' I waved him off as I went back into the flat and over to the couch.



JOHN'S POV

"So, you're hovering now." I said to him as we rode to the crime scene.


"Don't start with me, John.." He grumbled.


"I'm jus-"


"I'm doing what I have to to keep Elizabeth relaxed. Stress is not good for her or the baby."


"You're actually doing real well with this soon-to-be-dad thing. Sherlock Holmes is actually capable of human affection."