You're An Idiot, Sherlock Holmes (OC x Sherlock)

You Nor Adam Nor David Were the First

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A woman wearing a black and white dress approached us next with her son Archie the pageboy right beside her. "Congratulations on the marriage," the woman said, exchanging ghosts kisses with me. She then moved to Sherlock and did the same thing. 

Smiling down at Archie, I kneeled down to his level to high-five him. "Stellar work with the rings, you did fantastic!" I said enthusiastically. He smiled a little before fixing his eyes on Sherlock, then ran straight towards him, and wrapped his arms around him, smiling happily. Sherlock looked awkwardly down at him and exchanged a look with me. "You always seem to work great with kids," I remarked, leaning into Sherlock.

"Well done on the service, Archie," Sherlock said.

His mother smiled at us happily. "He's really come out of his shell. I don't know how you did it." Looking at Sherlock, she added, "He said you had some pictures for him, as a treat."

"Really? Sherlock?" I asked with a giggle. "I guess he's the one that's come out of his shell, if anything," I joked.

"Er, yes," Sherlock agreed, "if he's good." He patted the top of Archie's head, warming my heart.

"beheadings!" Archie exclaimed, still clutched to Sherlock.

"Lovely little village," Sherlock quickly said. He gently pried Archie off himself and I waited until the two walked in.

"Did he say what I think he just said?" I asked.

"Depends on what you heard," he said inscrutably.

"No, don't talk like that right now. What kind of photos did you show Archie?"

"Like he said. beheadings, maggots on corpses . . . "

"Oh, jesus, Sherlock!"

"I was expecting for you to say that tonight, but that came a little early," he said innocently.

"Oh yeah, just show our pageboy those pictures, yeah, perfectly fine," I muttered. "Might as well let me know now if you're gonna be showing our future children those too," I said sarcastically. We did have our conversation of having children, to which Sherlock would just turn over in bed and ignore me. 

Inside the venue, people were already sitting down, socializing, that sort of ordeal. Greg was sitting alone at his table drinking as the photographer went around and took photos. I spotted Molly and Tom talking in one corner, and Mrs. Hudson and Mr. Chatterjee also talking.

"I guess Mrs. H forgave him for the two wives he had hidden away for so long," I said, nodding my head in their direction.

"Or she just hasn't found out about the one in Islamabad," Sherlock said. I snorted at the thought. A waiter walked over with a plate of canapés.

"Do you want any?" I asked Sherlock, plucking one off the tray.

"I'm fine."

"I'm starving. God, I had to lose so much weight to get into this dress," I said, stuffing it in my mouth. "And funny thing is, I still had trouble getting into it this morning."

"Oh?" he asked, looking me up and down.

"What do you think?" I motioned to my dress with a laugh.

"You look beautiful," he said, smiling. 

As Sherlock placed a hand on the side of my head to pull me close and kiss my head, I said, "You always know how to charm a woman, Mr. Holmes."

"You always know the right thing to say, Mrs. Holmes."