A few days later

"Sherlock? Are you still alive?" I walk into the living room with a box in my hands. Sherlock isn't in the couch. He hasn't even the strength to breathe independently, but for stand up?

"I'm here." I follow his voice. He's in the kitchen and eat a sandwich. I've never seen him eat voluntarily.

"Hey." I walk into the kitchen and gives a kiss on his forehead. In love I take a seat next to him. "We never talked about children." I start. It's not the time to beat around the bush. He puts his sandwich aside and looks interested to me. "I have a surprise for you."

"I hope you didn't put a child in that box. That would be extreme child abuse." He swallows his foot coolly and I didn't hear any tone of sarcasm.

"Uh." I don't know what to say, so I give him the box. Curiously he places the box on the table. He tears the flaps of the box carefully. A tiny little face comes out of it and starts meowing.

"Oh, cutie pie." Sherlock takes the kitten and let him relax on his arm. "Thank you, John." He embraces me, trying to do not flat the her.

"There is also something else in the box." I point out at the box and he picks out a paper.

"Her birth certificate?" He looks fascinated to the sheet. "Rosie? Why Rosie?" He asks curiously.

"I like the name, but you can change it if you want to."

"No, not at all. Everything you choose, is perfect." He sweetly kisses me on the mouth and he tastes like mayonnaise. "She's two months old." He cannot stop talking about Rosie. She's now a part of our family.

***

"I have something for you." John quietly shuffles to me, with his hands behind his back. I play with Rosie and she can't stop following me.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have anything for you."

"Don't mind. I have you and that's more than enough."

"Wow, you learn fast how to give compliments." I friendly and proudly clap my hands. Rosie jumps to my feet, while I go closer to John. "What is it?"

"Go ahead." He again gives me a box. This time it is smaller.

"John? No, I cannot take it from you." I look surprised to the brand new iPhone in my hands.

"Keep it. You've gone through a lot already." I feel a bit guilty, because it was a lie. Partly. I do not know how I got so wounded.

I cannot resist him anymore and I jump into his arms. We both end up on the ground. Rosie comes curiously to our face and she licks John. I give her a caress on her head. Rosie runs away into the kitchen and I stare into John's eyes. He looks surprised to me. I pleasurably rub his hair. Hopefully I'm not too heavy for him. I rest my hands on the ground, to distribute the weight.

"Hey." I whisper in his ear.

"Hey." He responds.

"It's maybe better to do not kiss that much when Rosie is here. She's too little for this." I place my lips on his. He tastes like tea. He grabs my head and presses me better against his body.

"Then I don't need her anymore." He laughs.

"Then this is our divorce."

"We aren't even married."

"Then we'll marry to divorce immediately."

"I think it's a great idea, Holmes." I pull him up and give him a long goodbye kiss before I walk to the kitchen. Rosie is hiding her somewhere.

After a few minutes Rosie hops joyously out of the bathroom. "Rose, what did you do there?" I lift her up and bear her above my head. She meows happily and I melt because of her cute yowl. John couldn't make me happier.

I put her back on the ground and when I walk to the table, she follows me again. "Go and play with John." I don't have the faintest idea where he is. Maybe he is working, but I don't know his hours, don't mind, not mentioning his job. "You are hungry, isn't it?" I bow to her and caress her head. She pleasurably leans against my hand. Out of the cupboard I take some cat food and I pour it into a bowl. Nearby I place a bowl with water. She enjoyable nibbles.

I take my old phone and my iPhone. Out of the old one I take my card and I insert it in the new phone. The phone lights up and I look to my texts. A lot of messages from John and Molly.

John's:

[07:39pm] Where are you? –JW

[07:40pm] You said you should be back soon. –JW

[08:03pm] I'm anxious. If you are with the police, say I come and get you.  -JW

[08:09pm] I know you hate responding this stupid questions, but where are you? Do you leave me alone? There's nothing to watch on the telly and playing a game alone is a bit sad, don't you think? –JW

[00:01am] You need to be glad I don't like the police, otherwise I would call them. Just a warning. –JW

[02:14am] Sorry, I give up. We'll see later where you are knocked down. –JW

Molly's:

[00:13am] How was it with my brother? –MH

[09:14am] Hey, Sherlock. How are you? <3 –MH

[00:24am] Are you mad? Can we meet each other? –MH

[09:24am] I'm alone. –MH

[03:45am] I can't sleep. –MH

[11:15am] Tired. –MH

[11:16am] What's up? –MH

[10:00am] I miss you. We need to meet up again. –MH

Immediately when I'm ready with reading the messages, I have a new message.

[05:32pm] I know you're reading the texts. Tonight you will be at eight in the park or our relationship is over. –MH

I'm startled of her message. She is really pushy. I don't have the faintest idea what I have to do. I don't care our relationship is over, but Moriarty does. By the way, what relationship? This is all fake, it is high time to stop this.

[05:34pm] With pleasure. -SH

Enjoy!