Emotional Context

The Sign of Three

ELIZABETH'S POV

We were now a week away from the wedding. Baker Street had been a buzz between final details for the wedding and the baby. Sherlock had been completely involved in both, making sure every detail of the wedding was perfect for John and Mary, as well as getting the two of us ready for the baby whose due date was about two and a half weeks away. He was also struggling to write his best man speech. Between a picky sociopath, an exhausted doctor, a stressed bride-to-be, and an anxious mum-to-be, life at Baker Street was a bit chaotic.

"Sherlock, you have written over ten drafts of this best man speech. No matter what you say at the wedding I know John is going to love it."

"Do you know what being best man comes with, Elizabeth?"

"Darling.." Here we go...

"Elizabeth.." He set down his pen and turned to me. "Having the role of best man comes with a large amount of responsibility, which includes a best man speech that everyone will hear."

"Yes, I know, but I can tell that you're stressing over this. And the more drafts you write the more flustered you'll get. Later tonight why don't we go through all of them and pick out different parts from all of them that you feel are most important?"

"Tonight's stag night remember? John and I have a break from cases, so he wants to go out."

"Is that tonight? I'm all off. Oh, I'm excited for you two to go out! You'll have a wonderful time!" I pushed myself off the couch and managed to stand up. "While you both are out, Mary, Molly and I are having a girls night at she and John's. I have to make biscuits and bring over some other snacks."

"I'll be stopping over to see Molly before we go. I'm having her measure John and I's ideal intake for this evening."

"I saw your map for tonight. A drink in every street where you've found a corpse, though to most it would be a bit odd, I love the personal touch." I kissed his cheek lightly. "I knew you were a sentimental softy down under that tough-guy look."

All he did was roll his eyes. He hated when I said it, but we both know it's true. While he grumbled lightly to himself I went into the kitchen and got out the supplies I needed to bake biscuits for tonight.

"Why don't you ask Mrs. Hudson to bake those for you?" I heard Sherlock ask as he walked over. "You need t-"

"If you say relax I'm going to hit you with this." I joking threatened as I pointed the mixing spoon at you. "I have been sitting in the flat barely doing anything for weeks, baking is not going to stress me out."

"I just want what's best for you.." He looked at me innocently.

"I know you do." Giving him a light kiss, I grabbed the folder from the table and gave it to him. "Don't forget the folder for Molly. Now you and Johnny have fun tonight! Depending on how you're feeling I will see you in the morning. If you're not too hungover come pick me up from Mary's."

"Elizabeth, we are not going to be hungover. I know how to handle myself."

I shot him a look. He barely drinks as is, so it's natural for me to worry.

"What's that look for?"

"Well, before this little one came along we both know how I used to drink. It took me a while to build up my tolerance and not be a lightweight. You don't drink often, so. Also I'm about to have a baby and my motherly instincts are starting."

"Which is why I do love you, Elizabeth." He kissed the top of my head as he put on his coat and scarf. "I'll talk to you tonight, if not then when I pick you up tomorrow. Do not forget to take the emergency hospital back just in case."