Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months after you and the boys returned to Baker Street. The three of you, along with some workmen, restored 221B back to the way it was, even the spray painted smiley face with the bullet holes  which you remembered that day.

John painted the smiley face himself and turned around to face you and Sherlock. Sherlock pulled out his gun then hands it to you. You look up at him, confused, until he stood behind you and places his hand over yours and aimed the gun at the exact spot he wanted.
Getting the hint, you smiled as you fired three shots at the wall. You smiled as you pull the gun back and blew out the smoke and Sherlock kisses your cheek before he gives you a passionate kiss on the lips.

And what about Eurus? Well, Sherlock decided to go visit her at least once a week but he said she never talks to him, she just sits there in her cell while he pulls out his violin and plays for her.

Few months later, he asked you to go with him to Sherrinford, you were about four months pregnant at this time. You two walk in her cell and you see her facing away from you, sitting on her bed. Sherlock begins to play for her for a few minutes when she stands up and turns to face the two of you. Sherlock stops and you and him stare at her for a long moment. When she doesn't move, Sherlock continues to play.

Eurus looks at him with interest for a moment then over at you and she gives you a small smile. You return the smile as she goes and picks up her own violin and bow and walks over to the glass wall.

Sherlock stops as you and him watch her put the violin under her chin and she begins to play the same piece of music Sherlock was playing.

Then he continues to play and both brother and sister begin to play together, until she stopped.

Of course when you two weren't visiting Eurus, you, John and Sherlock were back home, solving crimes. But unfortunately as your belly started to grow bigger, you couldn't go out on all of the cases as much as you used to. Sherlock insisted that you stay at home where you were safe, You were kinda annoyed but you did appreciate that he cared about you and stayed at home or just did small jobs at the Yard or you babysitted Rosie, which got you practiced up for when your child comes.

With the baby's due date approaching, you and Sherlock actually turned John's old room into a nursery. John had to help you two out with what to prepare for when the baby comes or what the baby needs. "Have you thought of baby names?" John asked you two one day and You and Sherlock look at each other for a moment.

The two of you recently went to the doctor to check on your child and he told you two that you were going to have a boy. "Well, I've played around with some names and....well..." You said as you look up at your husband. "Love, how do you feel if we name our son.....Victor Johnathan?" You asked. John's eyes widen at this as Sherlock blinks rapidly.

Finally, Sherlock looks you in the eyes and smiles as he leans down and kissed you. "Victor Johnathan Holmes. I actually like the sound of that." He said with a smile and you chuckle as you kiss him again.

Few months later, You were at 221B, alone since Sherlock and John were out on a case, and you were just getting something to eat when you felt a sharp pain and you double over as you felt something wet in your pants. You look down and noticed your pants were soaked and more pain came through. You scream out and held on the side of the counter. "AUNT MARTHA!" You shouted.

You hear your aunt run up the stairs as you cry out in pain, again. "Is everything alright, dear?" You aunt asked as she walks in. "Aunt Martha....I think it's time. I think the baby's coming! Call Sherlock....Please!" You said as you hold onto the counter with one hand while clutching your stomach with the other. Mrs Hudson goes to your phone and dials Sherlock's number.

"(Y/N), glad you called! Listen..." Sherlock started to say before Mrs Hudson talks over him.

"Sherlock, you need to come home!" She said.

"Mrs Hudson? What's wrong?" Sherlock asked.

"The baby's coming!" She shouted as he hears you in the background, screaming in pain.

"Sherlock!" He hears you scream.

"On my way." He said and he hangs up. "John, we have to go! (Y/N) is going into labor!" He said. John nods and the boys climb into a taxi and head back to Baker Street. 

Meanwhile back at Baker Street, your aunt helps you to your feet and holds onto your arm, guiding you out of the flat. You two were at the bottom of the stairs when the boys burst in the building. Sherlock runs over to your side and holds you close. "John, here. Get my car." Mrs Hudson said as she hands him the keys to her Aston Martin. John nods and runs outside. "Oh my God." You said, in anguish.

"It's alright, love. Just breathe." Sherlock said, soothingly to you.

"You know.....I thought....Mary was just....exaggerating....when she...was giving birth...." You said in between groans of pain. "I understand now....what she....was....going through!" And you let out a scream as Mrs Hudson and Sherlock lead your outside and John pulls the car up and opens the back door for you.

"Call Mycroft." Sherlock said to John, who nods and does just that, as you and Sherlock climb in the back seat and John sits in the passenger and Mrs Hudson takes the driver seat and takes off like a bat outta hell.

Hours later, you were laying in the hospital bed holding your son, who was bundled up in a blue blanket. You smile down at him as you look him over.

In the face, he looked too much like his father only difference was his eyes and his nose which were your (e/c) eyes and your nose. He even had the dark curls like his father.

You hear the door open and you look up to see Sherlock bringing in Mycroft, John, Mrs Hudson and his parents. Mrs Holmes claps her hands over her mouth as she squeals and her husband smiles. "Oh, finally! A grandchild!" Mrs Holmes exclaims and you couldn't help but laugh. She walks over to you and you hand your son to her. She smiles down at him as Mr Holmes walks over to her and looks down at his grandson.

"He looks so much like you." She said to Sherlock.

You smile as everyone takes turn to hold you son, even Mycroft which surprised you.

That night as you were sleeping, Sherlock looks out the window while holding his son said, in a whisper. "No matter what happens, I will protect you and your mother. I promise." He looks down at his son, smiles and kissed the top of his head.

Victor squirms and makes some gurgle sounds as Sherlock takes his finger and strokes his son's cheek. Just as he was pulling his finger away, Victor reaches out and grabs his father's finger. Sherlock grins at this as his son opens his eyes and stares at him almost the same way Sherlock does when he looks at a crime scene. His heart swelled up as he looks back at his son and walks over to put Victor back in his bed.

"Yep. Definitely going to be me." He whispered as he sets his son down and walks over to the chair, sits down and closed his eyes.

Few days later, you were released from the hospital and you and Sherlock return back home with Victor. That night you were tucking in your son into his cradle when Sherlock comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist and layer his chin on your shoulder. You smile and turn your head towards him and kiss him on the lips.

"Thank you." Sherlock whispered.

"For what, love?" You asked him.

"For coming into my life. For giving me a family." He said. You smile at him and kiss him again as the two of you walk to your bedroom and fall asleep.

About a week later, John calls you two and invites you two over. He got something in his mail that he wanted to show you and Sherlock. After you leave Victor with Mrs Hudson, you two go over to John's.

Once you get there he shows you two a clear wallet with a DVD and the words MISS YOU on it.

Sherlock stands near the sofa while you and John sit in it as the DVD slides into the player. John lifts the remote and presses the play button and Mary's face appears on screen. She smiles as you and the boys stare at in surprise.

"P.S. I know you three; and if I'm gone, I know what you could become. Because I know who you really are." She said as you and Sherlock look over at John, who smiles briefly at the screen, his eyes full of tears. You and Sherlock turn back to the screen as Mary continues.

"A junkie who solves crimes to get high." She said and Sherlock bites his lips at this.

"A clever Sergeant with a big heart." You smile at this as you blink back the tears.

"....and the doctor who never came home from the war." John wipes the tears out the corner of his eyes as Mary continues.

"Well, you listen to me: who you really are, it doesn't matter. It's all about the legend, the stories, the adventures. There is a last refuge for the desperate, the unloved, the persecuted. There is a final court of appeal for everyone. When life gets too strange, too impossible, too frightening, there is always one last hope. When all else fails...there are two men and one woman sitting arguing in a scruffy flat like they've always been there and they always will. The best and wisest people I have ever known. My Baker Street trio. Sherlock Holmes, Sergeant (y/n) (l/n) and Doctor Watson." 

(A/N: Thank you everyone for all the love and positive comments I've got from this series, to be honest these stories are my favorite to write because I love the show alot and I love the character, Sherlock, alot as well. I'm hoping there is a S5 and that the game is still on but if there's not going to be anymore then I will be happy and sad at the same time.)

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