“I can’t wait to tell Sherlock!”
You skipped your way back to 221B Baker Street from the hospital. Everything was turning your way for once in two years. Sherlock came back “from the dead,” you received a bonus and a promotion at work, and now this! Things were looking great for you. Granted that you nearly choked Sherlock back to his grave after John had the pleasure to brutally beat him up before you got to.
You arrived to the green door of 221B and bursted through it.
“SHERLOCK! I’M HOME!” you announced in a sing-song voice, but all you heard back was a series of grunting sounds. “Sherlock?”
Curious, you made your way up the stairs and opened the second door to find Sherlock in his blue robe fighting...a ninja?
“(y/n)! Stay back!” Sherlock yelled at you.
The mysterious shinobi saw you at the door and threw a star at lightning speed only to be blocked less than a foot away from your face by a thick book Sherlock used as a shield. Now, there were a lot of strange things that happen around Sherlock, but when it comes to something like this, you could never get used to it especially after the last incident with the robed man. Sherlock pulled the shuriken out from the book and threw it at his attacker. The ninja dodged it, letting it his the wall behind him, and proceeded to jump on top of the work table. Surprisingly, the table did not break as if the ninja was made out of feathers. He jumped up with a katana at hand and pulled a downwards slash at Sherlock.
The detective blocked the attack with the same book in his hand, but the momentum of the attack pushed him down onto the coffee table with the ninja on top of him pushing down the blade further with his other hand. Thinking on your feet, you took the nearest lamp and hit it straight down the hooded figure.
“You idiot!” you heard your lover say.
The ninja looked over his shoulder at you and changed his target to you instead by swinging his sword at you. You quickly stepped back away the attack, but it wasn’t far enough for the tip of the blade came in contact with your cheek and grazed your skin. Sherlock’s adrenaline kicked in and took the opportunity to kick the attacker in the gut. He doubled over in pain, and the detective twisted the ninja’s wrist causing him scream bloody murder and to let go of the katana. Sherlock kicked the blade away from everyone and grabbed the ninja by the collar of his gi.
“I’ve heard rumors about ninjas being able to fly. Shall we test that theory?” Sherlock proceeds to drag the wiggling ninja on the ground and threw him out of the window. You heard a loud ‘thump’ sound from outside. “I guess not,” the detective chuckled while dusting himself off.
“I’m seriously never gonna get used to your ‘visitors’ coming by here,” you said blankly as you were about to walk into the kitchen area to pick up a broom for the mess.
Just as you were about to grab it, a pair of hands grabbed your shoulders and twisted you around to become face-to-face with the consulting detective scrutinizing your cheek.
“I told you to stay back,” he said with a hint of anger under it.
“You were being attacked. What did you want me to do? Stand there like the idiot I am?” you snapped back.
“You are an idiot. But you’re my idiot, and I don’t want you hurt.”
“It’s just a minor cut. It’ll heal in a couple days.” You pushed his face out of the way with your hand which caused him to be slightly disoriented for a second.
You turned back to the broom and went back to the living room with it to sweep up the mess you made with the lamp.
“You owe me a new lamp,” Sherlock said nonchalantly.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Because the world will end if I don’t replace the lamp owned by the great Sherlock Holmes.” You looked up just to see Sherlock throw the ninja star right passed your face and onto the wall where it hit the yellow smiley face paint on it almost to the point it looks like an odd shaped nose. “Be more careful!”
“The probability of it actually hitting you was less than 95%. You’re fine,” Sherlock pointed. You just rolled your eyes in response and continued cleaning while muttering under your breath. Sherlock sat in his chair staring at you the whole time. “(y/n).” You looked up at him, and he motioned you to come closer to him. You did so, and he tilted his head back. Knowing what he wanted, you leaned down to kiss him right when a pair of familiar faces walked in.
“Ugh... Ew!” the doctor said walking by into the kitchen.
You broke the kiss and giggled along with Mary. “Hey, I don’t say anything when you and Mary kiss!”
“That’s because it’s me and Mary. You’re kissing that...that...heartless machine!”
“Heartless, eh?” You slowly looked back at Sherlock whilst him looking at you as well and gave you the cutest smile you haven’t seen in two years. “If heartless is that cute, then I’ll accept it!”
“I think I’m going to throw up.” His fiance giggled at his reactions. Then you noticed Mary was holding a plate of sandwiches.
“Oh~ Are those cucumber sandwiches?” you asked with such happiness in your eyes; a little too much glimmer for something simple as sandwiches.
“Oh! They are! Was planning to give these to Mrs. Hudson, but you can have them if you like,” Mary responded happily.
“Thank you so much! You have no clue how starved I am right now!” And with that, you toke the plate away from her and started eating the sandwiches like you haven’t had anything in days. Sherlock looked at you oddly while you were eating until John broke his thought bubble.
“Uh, (y/n)?” You stopped to look at John. “I was trying to see how the visit with your doctor went, but he wouldn’t tell me anything because of confidentiality reasons. Did everything go alright?”
No thanks to that ninja earlier, you completely forgot about the news. You put the plate of food down on the table and clapped your hands together. “Thank you for reminding me! Everyone…” There was a brief moment of silence as you hung everyone in it, waiting for your next words. “...I’m pregnant!” you said with a big smile on your face.
John’s jaw completely dropped to the point it almost fell off its hinges, Mary was clapping and jumping with joy for you, but the biggest reaction of them all was Sherlock and his widen eyes at you. You couldn’t tell if it was from shock or fear or the combination of the two or even that with other thoughts in his head.
“Sher-Sherlock?” He didn’t respond. “Sherlock?” You lightly tapped the side of his head but no reaction - not even a blink.
“John?” Mary said doing the exact same thing. “John? Are you there?” She snaps her fingers next to his eyes. John’s eyes, though, were clear as day. Fear. Absolute fear.
“An-an-an-another Sherlock? No. No. Not another Sherlock. No. No.” And he went on and on like that while Sherlock doesn’t his eyes off of you, not even blinking once. You and Mary try to snap them out, but it almost seems like a hopeless cause.