Sherlock and Joan// 2x13

This is a continuation of the last story but is set about four months after.

Joan woke with sunlight coming through the window, it was beautiful. She looked over and saw Sherlock's half of the giường was empty. She put on her dressing áo choàng and went downstairs.
'Sherlock?' No one answered, he must be out. She picked her bag up off the bàn and checked her phone, there was a text from him.
Sorry i'm not there, Gregson needed a hand with a case. Make it up to bạn tonight. tình yêu you.
She smiled then went into the phòng bếp, nhà bếp to get some coffee. She went and sat down then she got a call from her mum.
'Hey mum....

“Stay,” he said.
That was the một giây time Joan Watson’s world had stopped in her whole life. She was about to leave Sherlock and di chuyển on to another client, and she had been in that situation thousands of times- the fact of leave a client and then go to another was common for her, it was a routine. But for some strange reason, she couldn’t leave Sherlock so easily. She had become a way attached to him, they were friends? Joan wondered, but then she remembered that “Sherlock Holmes doesn’t have any friends.” She couldn’t help herself and imagined how a ngày without Sherlock could...

Irene got off the plane and hailed the first taxi she could. She sat in the back ghế, chỗ ngồi and thought about her plan...and this time...Sherlock would not longer be an exception.

Sherlock woke to the sound of Joseph crying, he crept out of giường and went into his room.
'Hey...' He picked him up. 'What is it?' He took Joseph back into to see Joan, he layed him down on the giường in between them. Joseph raised his hand and almost smacked Joan in the face. Sherlock couldn't help but laugh.
'Hey!.' She looked down and saw Joseph. 'Oh...It was bạn was it?' She began to tickle him. 'Was it you?' He began to giggled....

It's been a few months since Sherlock was in hospital and Joan is now six months pregnant with their baby.Sherlock has been sleeping in Irene's old room as he and Joan aren't together.

He woke up, still missing the warmth Joan's body lying tiếp theo to his own. He got up from his giường and sat for a moment, only three thêm months till their son would arrive. He couldn't wait to meet him. He went upstairs and found Joan in the kitchen. She looked so beautiful to him, always did.
'Morning.'
'Morning, There trà in the pot if bạn want some.'
'Thanks.' He got a cup from the cupboard and sat down tiếp theo to her....

After dinner, Sherlock disappeared upstairs. Joan was helping Irene with the dishes.
'That's was beautiful.'
'Thank you, i learnt it back in London.'
'What's it like? London?,'
'Like here but...British.' Joan giggled.
'So not much difference?.'
'Except the views, I tình yêu the scenery here.'
'It's gorgeous, isn't it?.'
'So..When's the big day?.'
'We haven't decide yet.'
'You nervous?.'
'A little but that's to be expected. I'm just hoping the baby doesn't come on the day.'
'That would be interesting.' They both started to laugh when Sherlock came back downstairs.
'Hey, where'd bạn get to?'
'I went up and ran...