~Before~
It was a beautiful day in London. Beautiful day for your anniversary. It was important. Sherlock remembered it.
You two had been together for four and a half years. You had found the perfect gift for him.
Which was a new watch, followed by 19 murder cases and a bottle of champagne. You pondered what he'd gotten you as you set the files neatly in a small box before wrapping it. Then you set the box in the center of the basked with the champagne and watch.
Sherlock sat in his chair, restlessly tapping his pen on the armchair. He knew everything about you, but he didn't know what exactly to get for you. But then it struck him. Grabbing his coat, he went out to a shiny store.
Later that night, you were dressed in a gorgeous (f/c) dress. Which was layered by a thin coat of see through black. Your hair was (curled/straight) and neat with heavy hairspray. Your lips were a dark purple and your cheeks were lightly dusted with pink.
Sherlock was dressed in a suit and tie, although it didn't change anything. He was still sexy.
The two of you took a cab to a fancy restaurant, where you both secretly prepared to reveal your gifts. You hid yours under the table and he hid his in his pocket.
An hour into the date, he had you stand up, and you did. He got on one knee and pulled out his ring. "I know I'm not the best man in the world, but I am the smartest. And this high functioning sociopath loves you with the rotten heart he has. And he wants you to spend the rest of your life with him because, your the only one who can tolerate him for 24 hours straight.
(F/N) (L/N), will you marry me?" He asked with hopeful eyes.
And so, ended the night with him being the luckiest man in the world. ;3 (*hint hint*)
~after~
You waited for your beloved husband to come back from a case. Yes you waited, impatiently might I add. Your hands were slightly shaking and you sat in his chair, legs crossed, eating cake and drinking tea. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Then you finally texted John, Sherlock, And Mary.
"John, Mary, don't go home. Go to the flat with Sherlock.
Sherlock, hurry." This text set off a time bomb for the trio, they sped up their process and got done almost immediately.
As soon as they got home, Sherlock ran to your aid and checked for injuries. "What is it? Are you alright? Did someone hurt you?" He asked frantically. "No no no..." You waved him off and sighed. "Mrs. Hudson!" You called, to which she came bolting up the stairs. "What is it dear?" She asked in slight worry.
You took a deep sigh, holding Sherlock's hands tightly. "I'm pregnant." You finally got off your chest. Everyone was silent. Especially Sherlock. He was surprised, Happy, flabbergasted... You were pregnant. He wasn't going to leave your side now. He couldn't. But he had to. What was he going to do?
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You wiped a few tears away, hugged Sherlock tightly. "Why?"
"I have to.."
"Please don't leave..."
"I'm sorry." His voice cracked.
He had to leave for six months for a case. And in three months the twins were do. You both agreed on the names February and Jeremy. It fitted. But now he had to leave. And it tore you apart. He'd be back, but she needed him throughout the entire thing.
He kissed you goodbye, and proceeded to the jet. A single tear sliding down his face.
As the jet took off, you fell to your knees and wept. You were carried to the car by John and Mary, seeing a criminal on the screen.
"Did you miss me?"
((A/N: let me know if you want two separate stories about Jeremy and February Holmes! Until next time Sherlockians!))
