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 letto was empty. She put on her dressing toga, abito and went downstairs.
'Sherlock?' No one answered, he must be out. She picked her bag up off the tavolo 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 te tonight. Amore you.
She smiled then went into the cucina to get some coffee. She went and sat down then she got a call from her mum.
'Hey mum....

Set a couple of months after the trial

As Sherlock sat, waiting for Joan, he thought about the past couple of years. His relationship with Joan has gone from strength to strength, sure they've had their moments but what couple hasn't? He has a beautiful baby boy, who he adores so much and his relationship with his father has gone from none existent to rebuilding. And now he's here.

'Sherlock?' He snapped out of his trance. 'You ok?' He looked up to see Joan standing with Joesph.
'I'm fine. Just thinking.'
'What about?' She sat down successivo to him.
'Life.'
'Sherlock..' She took his hand in hers. 'It's...

Sherlock woke early and just stared at his brother. They were going home today and he couldn't be happier. He would see his son soon but most importantly he would see Joan. He missed her so much. Mycroft rolled over and opened his eyes.
'Morning.'
'Morning.' Mycroft sat up. 'What time is it?'
'Eight o'clock. te can go back...'
'No i'm fine. What time's our flight?'
'About two o'clock. We have a few hours left.'
'Well..Better start packing.' Mycroft got out the letto and picked up his bag. 'Are te sure te want me to stay with you?'
'I'm sure.' They smiled at each other. Sherlock followed his brother...

After a couple of days, Joan was discharged but they kept Sherlock in for più observation along with Mycroft. As his brother slept, Sherlock couldn't help but blame himself. If he knew Moriarty was in Londra his would never have come and this probably wouldn't have happened. Joan crept in along with this Joseph.
'Hey.'
'Hey.' She gave him a quick kiss. 'How are te feeling?'
'I'm fine, i don't know why...'
'It's just a precaution.'
'I know.. but i want to go home with te and this little one. How is he?'
'He's good, feels so weird..I didn't expect to have him for another three months..and now..here...

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 successivo to his own. He got up from his letto and sat for a moment, only three più 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 tè in the pot if te want some.'
'Thanks.' He got a cup from the cupboard and sat down successivo to her....

Joan woke the successivo morning with Sherlock's arms wrapped around her. She gently turned to face him, he look so peaceful when he was asleep. She leaned in and gave a slow, soft kiss, After a moment she felt him reply. She pulled away slowly and placed her forehead against his.
'Can i get woken like that everyday?.' She giggled.
'Maybe..If your good.' She gave him a quick kiss. 'I have to meet my mother today, hope te don't mind.'
'Well it's ruined my plans for the da...'
'What plans?'
'Well they involved you, me and this bed.' Joan smiled as he leaned in and kissed her, his hands gripped her waist...

That night Sherlock slept on the couch, He didn't want to make things più awkward with Joan. When he woke, he thought about what to say to her, he couldn't just ignore this. He sat up and saw Irene in the kitchen.
'Your up early.'
'Couldn't sleep, What about you?'
'A lot on my mind.' Irene went and sat successivo to him.
'Here.' She handed him a cup of tea.
'Thank you.' He took a sip.
'So what's on your mind?' Sherlock remained silent, just staring at his tea. 'Does it have something to do with te sleeping on the couch?'
'It doesn't matter.' He leaned inoltrare, avanti and placed his cup on the table.
'Joan?'
'...We..We...

Irene was the first to wake, She wandered round the house so she knew every inch of it. She went out the back to get some air, she needed to clear her head. She took a few deep breathes thinking about Moriarty's plan, She felt sick. She went back in and found Joan in the kitchen.
'Morning. i'm making tea, te want some?.'
'No i'm fine thanks.' She sat down at the table.
'You don't look so good, te feeling alright?.'
'Stomach bug, nothing to worry about.' Joan sat opposite her. 'I was a little sick last night but i'm fine.'
'You sure?.' Irene nodded. 'Ok, te want some water?.'
'Yes please.' Joan...

Sherlock went upstairs to get changed. He had to do something about Irene. Joan came out of the bathroom when he had just finished dressing.
'Where te off too?.'
'Gregson phoned. He needs me at the station.' He kissed her forehead. 'I won't be long.'
'Take a key with you, i'm booking the scan so i don't know how long i'll be.'
'Alright, i'll see te later. Amore you.'
'Love te too.'
He decided to walk to the station, he needed to clear is mind. He had to decide if he was going to tell Joan what happened o not, he didn't want to hurt her again. He promised her father that he wouldn't. As he walked...

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...