“(f/n)… I love you more than anything; I will find a way back to you no matter what.” He whispered, kissing the back of your hand. “Or else you will be my demise.”
*one week after being released from the hospital*
"(F/n), you know how you always wanted to live in New York?" John asked suspiciously.
"Yeah, why?" You respond nonchalantly, flipping through a newspaper.
"I think it might be a good idea for you to get out of London for a while. Just until we sort the whole Moriarty thing out." He says calmly.
"Leave London?! I think not! With you here and Ms. Hudson..." you leave out Sherlock's name for the time being. "And I love it so much here. I really don't want to leave now! Besides I can handle Richard, I-I mean Jim..." you trail off.
"Richard? Jim? What are you taking about?" He sighs "(f/n) I already know about you and Sherlock, what else aren't you telling me?"
You blush at the mention of you and Sherlock "ah, well apparently, Richard Brooks is not Richard Brooks, he's actually Jim Moriarty, the mastermind criminal and he was just using me to get to Sherlock when he actually kind of fell in love with me. So now he's sworn vengeance on Sherlock and he thinks that I should still love him even though he stabbed me." You sigh "So basically Richard Brooks is Jim Moriarty and he's going to kill Sherlock and win me back and we're going to rule the London crime ring together until death do we part." You add sarcastically.
John sighs, rubbing his temples. "Alright, you are officially leaving London until this is solved."
"No! You can't make me leave! I have to stay here!" Sherlock enters the room silently behind you.
"Give me one good reason." John counters.
"Because... Because I love him and I think I may be pregnant with his child." You say quietly, holding in tears. John stares. "I'm almost a week late now... John I'm scared... what if he's angry... o-or what if he doesn't love me anymore" you whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks. A pair of arms wraps around you from behind, comforting you.
"Oh (F/n)... I'm not angry, and I will never stop loving you in all my life." Sherlock says quietly. "Please don't cry (f/n)..."'
"Wait... so you two... you... for God's sake you've only known each other for a little more than a few months!" John mumbles. You sniffle, leaning up to look at Sherlock.
"Mhmm, I suppose that's true." You nod. "But I think that being in love blinds a person."
"Oh gross" John says bitterly "well I suppose you're not just my innocent little sister anymore." You smile, at the thought.
"So... can she stay?" Sherlock asks like a giddy child, squeezing your waist tightly.
John sighs "I suppose it's really not my decision, but I want (f/n) to be safe, no matter what she chooses."
"I choose to stay here, with my brother and my... boyfriend" you smile, then quickly add “and the lovely house keeper!"
"I'm not the house keeper!" Comes from the stair well and Ms. Hudson opens the door to the upper flat. "Hope you don't mind my listening in." She wags her finger at Sherlock "you better treat this wonderful girl right, she the best thing that's happened to you in a long time Sherlock Holmes." You and John laugh.
"Not to mention I'll beat the shit out of you if you don’t!” John adds. Now everybody laughs, Sherlock included.
*later that night, as you're getting ready for bed,*
Sherlock knocks lightly on the guest bedroom door. "You weren't planning on sleeping down here where you?" He asks slyly.
"Well were else would I- oh!" Sherlock wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you to him. You look up at him with mischievous (e/c) eyes and bit your lip seductively.
"I think you know what I mean." He says.
"And if I don't?" You tease, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Well then I'll just have to show you." He grabs you by the waist and easily tosses you over his shoulder.
"Ah! Sherlock put me down!" You complain.
"I will, eventually. Now stop making such a racket, you'll wake everyone up." He says bitterly.
You sigh as he carries you up the stairs and into the upper flat. He opens the door to his room and tosses you onto the bed. "Since when do you have a bed, I thought you didn't sleep?" You laugh lightly.
"Honestly, I barely even used this room."
"Used? Don't you mean use?"
"Well I think I might be using it a bit more now." Before you can make any kind of sly comment, he kisses you. "I think we might be using it a bit more." He grins as he kisses you again.
"Sherlock, I have something to confess..." you sigh. "I lied... about um... being pregnant, I just didn't want to leave...I'm sorry."
He smiles. "I thought so."
"When I was holding you, your heart rate was above the normal and your breath was a wee bit shallow." He smirks "But just so you know, I wasn't lying when I said that I would love you all my life."
"I'm glad." You smile genuinely as you press your lips to his. Sherlock sits with his feet hanging off the side of his bed, and you sit cross-legged beside him. "Sherlock?” You ask quietly, resting your head on his shoulder.
"Why me?" He gives you a puzzled look. "Of everyone in London, why me? It could have been anyone, but you choose me...Why?" You gaze at him with sad eyes.
"(F/n), I choose you because... you're... astounding, you're extremely intelligent and you aren't afraid to speak your mind. You (f/n) rejected the most dangerous man in London, twice. You almost died, how many times now? And yet you still just laugh it off. How are you possibly so brave?"
Your smile and kiss his cheek, bringing your lips up to his ear. "I'll let you in on a little secret... I'm only brave when I'm not alone, and when I'm alone... I think of the people who love me, John, and Ms. Hudson, and-" He turns his face to yours, and smiles, kissing you softly. "And of you, Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective."