Watson On Sherlock Holmes

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...

Irene was listening in. She managed to plant a device in the arenaria, brownstone while they were out to cena with Joan's parents. She couldn't believe it, Sherlock could be a father. He always detto to her that kids would be a burden to him, especially with his work. She understood that but would Joan?.

'Your pregnant?.'
'I don't know. I haven't checked it yet.' Sherlock moved his hands to her tummy. He couldn't believe it, a baby could be in there. His baby. Joan placed her hands on his. 'I'm so nervous.'
'Your not the only one.' Joan looked down at her tummy.
'But i'm also..excited. I shouldn't be getting...

'What?.'
'I use to be a surgeon, I reckon I can do this.' She managed to slide his cappotto off and unbuttoned his shirt. She went into the bathroom and took through all the toilet roll they had. She applied pressure to the wound, hoping it would stop bleeding. 'You ok?.'
'I'm fine.' She pushed down più which made him flinch.
'Sorry.' She removed the paper, The bleeding stopped. She filled the syringe with morphine.
'Trust me?.'
'Yes.' She pushed the needle into his skin and the morphine went in.
'Done.' She tossed it aside and grabbed a fresh needle. She took her scarf and pulled out a thread, which...