Sherlock couldn't keep his eyes of Joan all night, she was amazing. He knew he had to ask her now o he never will. He already told her dad about tonight and was waiting for his permission to ask her. Joe gave him a nod, Sherlock took a deep breathe.
'Sherlock, te ok?.'
'I'm fine, in fact i'm..Happier then i've ever been. Joan, when we first met i knew te were something special, and when we got together i knew te were the right one for me. You've never dato up on me and i promise to do the same.' He took the ring out of his pocket. 'Joan Watson, will te do me the tremendous honor of becoming my wife?.'
'..Yes.' He placed the ring on her finger and kissed her. 'I Amore you.'
'I Amore te more.' Joan looked over at her parents, her mum was almost in tears and her dad was smiling at them. He leaned over and whispered. 'Shall we tell them?.' She nodded.
'Mom, Dad. There's something we'd like to tell you. Sherlock and I are..going to have a baby.'
'A baby? Oh Joan.' Her mum hugged her. 'That's amazing.' Her dad shook Sherlock's hand.
'Well done son.'
'Thank te sir.' He looked at his future wife and smiled, She was everything he needed.
When they arrived home, Irene was sitting on their doorstep.
'What is she doing here?.'
'Joan, go inside. I'll handle this alright?.' He gave her a quick baciare then she went inside. 'I thought te were leaving?.'
'I need a place to hide, Moriarty's looking for me.'
'Good.'
'You've changed your tune.'
'I've made my choice, i proposed to her tonight and she detto yes. I'm moving on, maybe te should too.'
'Maybe.. o maybe i should tell her about this morning.'
'She wouldn't believe you.'
'Let's see about that.' She made her way to the door but Sherlock grabbed her. 'Thought so.'
'What do te want?.'
'Hide me.' He took her hand and lead her through the brownstone. He opened one of the doors and led her downstairs to the basement.
'You can stay here. No one knows about this part of house, it's not on the blueprints.'
'Thank you.What about Joan?.'
'I'll talk to her.'
'What about us?.'
'Us?.'
'You can't say that baciare didn't mean anything to you.' Sherlock stayed quiet. 'It did, didn't it? It brought back all those feelings for me that te pushed aside.'
'Stop it.' She took his hands and pulled him closer.
'Just give in to it.' She unbuttoned his waist coat.
'Irene..' She began to unbutton his shirt. She pushed it from his shoulders and began to baciare his chest. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, she looked up and smiled. She stopped and took off her jacket, He watched her like he was intoxicated. She slowly moved her head inoltrare, avanti till their lips were barley touching.
'Tell me te don't want me.' Sherlock gently pushed her so she was lying on her back. He lay down on superiore, in alto of her and locked their lips together.
'I want you. But i.. can't.' He got up and put his camicia back on. Irene sat up on the bed, watching him. He picked up his waist cappotto and left.He went upstairs and found Joan in their room. 'Hey.'
'Did te get rid of her?.'
'Not exactly. She's downstairs in the basement.'
'What?. Why?.'
'She needs a place to hide and no one know about the basement, so Moriarty won't find her here.'
'Have te forgotten about what she did?.'
'No, i haven't. But if she crosses us even once i promise i will get rid of her.'
..Alright.' She looked at her ring. 'It's beautiful. Thank you.'
'Your welcome.' He kissed her.
'How do te want to celebrate?.'
'Well, we are in a bedroom.' Joan smiled as he leaned in and kissed her.
The successivo morning, Joan woke and rushed to the bathroom, she hated being sick. Sherlock woke and knocked on the door.
'Joan, i'll make te some tea. I've been Leggere and it helps for afterwards.'
'Ok, thank you.' He went downstairs and found Irene in the kitchen.
'Morning.'
'And too you.' He put the kettle on the hob.
'She alright?.'
'Morning sickness.' He got a cup out of the cupboard.
'How long are te going to pretend that nothing happened the other day?.'
'As long as i have to.'
'You told me te wanted me, how can i ignore that?.'
'Well i wouldn't believe everything i say.'
'You still Amore me.'
'No i don't. I have a fiance.'
'That means nothing. te can Amore più than one person.'
'I thought there was only one person for everyone?.'
'Would te stop it. Look at me.' Sherlock glanced sideways at her. 'Sherlock, look at me.' He turned his head. 'Tell me te feel nothing.' He looked at her for a moment then something came over him as he pushed her body up against the counter and whispered.
'What is about you?.' He moved his face slowly towards hers, their lips just touching. 'When ever i see you, my cuore races.' His hands traveled up her thighs, Irene gasped in surprise. 'I can't concentrate on anything else but you.' He placed his forehead against hers. 'I don't know what to do.' Just then he heard their bedroom door shut, he moved away from Irene and continued with the tea. 'Morning Watson.'
'Morning.' He gave her a quick baciare and handed her her tea. 'Thank you.' She gave Irene a quick smile then went to sit on the sofa. Before Holmes could follow her, Irene grabbed his arm.
'Meet me downstairs when your finished.' She left the cucina and went down to her room. Sherlock took a deep breathe then went and sat beside Joan. He put his hand on her tummy.
'What sex do te think it is?.'
'It feels like a boy but i could be wrong. I'm only saying that cause i want it to be a boy.'
'When do te need to go for a scan?.'
'In about a few weeks. I'll go make an appointment today. Saying that i better go get dressed.' He watched her as she went upstairs, she was radiant. He then turned his attention to the basement door, He got up and went over to open it but stopped. He knew if he went down there, he would hate himself for betraying Joan. He had to stop this before it got out of hand.
'Sherlock, te ok?.'
'I'm fine, in fact i'm..Happier then i've ever been. Joan, when we first met i knew te were something special, and when we got together i knew te were the right one for me. You've never dato up on me and i promise to do the same.' He took the ring out of his pocket. 'Joan Watson, will te do me the tremendous honor of becoming my wife?.'
'..Yes.' He placed the ring on her finger and kissed her. 'I Amore you.'
'I Amore te more.' Joan looked over at her parents, her mum was almost in tears and her dad was smiling at them. He leaned over and whispered. 'Shall we tell them?.' She nodded.
'Mom, Dad. There's something we'd like to tell you. Sherlock and I are..going to have a baby.'
'A baby? Oh Joan.' Her mum hugged her. 'That's amazing.' Her dad shook Sherlock's hand.
'Well done son.'
'Thank te sir.' He looked at his future wife and smiled, She was everything he needed.
When they arrived home, Irene was sitting on their doorstep.
'What is she doing here?.'
'Joan, go inside. I'll handle this alright?.' He gave her a quick baciare then she went inside. 'I thought te were leaving?.'
'I need a place to hide, Moriarty's looking for me.'
'Good.'
'You've changed your tune.'
'I've made my choice, i proposed to her tonight and she detto yes. I'm moving on, maybe te should too.'
'Maybe.. o maybe i should tell her about this morning.'
'She wouldn't believe you.'
'Let's see about that.' She made her way to the door but Sherlock grabbed her. 'Thought so.'
'What do te want?.'
'Hide me.' He took her hand and lead her through the brownstone. He opened one of the doors and led her downstairs to the basement.
'You can stay here. No one knows about this part of house, it's not on the blueprints.'
'Thank you.What about Joan?.'
'I'll talk to her.'
'What about us?.'
'Us?.'
'You can't say that baciare didn't mean anything to you.' Sherlock stayed quiet. 'It did, didn't it? It brought back all those feelings for me that te pushed aside.'
'Stop it.' She took his hands and pulled him closer.
'Just give in to it.' She unbuttoned his waist coat.
'Irene..' She began to unbutton his shirt. She pushed it from his shoulders and began to baciare his chest. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, she looked up and smiled. She stopped and took off her jacket, He watched her like he was intoxicated. She slowly moved her head inoltrare, avanti till their lips were barley touching.
'Tell me te don't want me.' Sherlock gently pushed her so she was lying on her back. He lay down on superiore, in alto of her and locked their lips together.
'I want you. But i.. can't.' He got up and put his camicia back on. Irene sat up on the bed, watching him. He picked up his waist cappotto and left.He went upstairs and found Joan in their room. 'Hey.'
'Did te get rid of her?.'
'Not exactly. She's downstairs in the basement.'
'What?. Why?.'
'She needs a place to hide and no one know about the basement, so Moriarty won't find her here.'
'Have te forgotten about what she did?.'
'No, i haven't. But if she crosses us even once i promise i will get rid of her.'
..Alright.' She looked at her ring. 'It's beautiful. Thank you.'
'Your welcome.' He kissed her.
'How do te want to celebrate?.'
'Well, we are in a bedroom.' Joan smiled as he leaned in and kissed her.
The successivo morning, Joan woke and rushed to the bathroom, she hated being sick. Sherlock woke and knocked on the door.
'Joan, i'll make te some tea. I've been Leggere and it helps for afterwards.'
'Ok, thank you.' He went downstairs and found Irene in the kitchen.
'Morning.'
'And too you.' He put the kettle on the hob.
'She alright?.'
'Morning sickness.' He got a cup out of the cupboard.
'How long are te going to pretend that nothing happened the other day?.'
'As long as i have to.'
'You told me te wanted me, how can i ignore that?.'
'Well i wouldn't believe everything i say.'
'You still Amore me.'
'No i don't. I have a fiance.'
'That means nothing. te can Amore più than one person.'
'I thought there was only one person for everyone?.'
'Would te stop it. Look at me.' Sherlock glanced sideways at her. 'Sherlock, look at me.' He turned his head. 'Tell me te feel nothing.' He looked at her for a moment then something came over him as he pushed her body up against the counter and whispered.
'What is about you?.' He moved his face slowly towards hers, their lips just touching. 'When ever i see you, my cuore races.' His hands traveled up her thighs, Irene gasped in surprise. 'I can't concentrate on anything else but you.' He placed his forehead against hers. 'I don't know what to do.' Just then he heard their bedroom door shut, he moved away from Irene and continued with the tea. 'Morning Watson.'
'Morning.' He gave her a quick baciare and handed her her tea. 'Thank you.' She gave Irene a quick smile then went to sit on the sofa. Before Holmes could follow her, Irene grabbed his arm.
'Meet me downstairs when your finished.' She left the cucina and went down to her room. Sherlock took a deep breathe then went and sat beside Joan. He put his hand on her tummy.
'What sex do te think it is?.'
'It feels like a boy but i could be wrong. I'm only saying that cause i want it to be a boy.'
'When do te need to go for a scan?.'
'In about a few weeks. I'll go make an appointment today. Saying that i better go get dressed.' He watched her as she went upstairs, she was radiant. He then turned his attention to the basement door, He got up and went over to open it but stopped. He knew if he went down there, he would hate himself for betraying Joan. He had to stop this before it got out of hand.
