A/N: Well here's another Sherlock and Irene fanfiction like I promised you all. I would like to thank all of the reviews and my fantastic beta reader Emmagem803 (please check her'm out and read her feet stories!) I warn you, in this story Sherlock and Irene are very OOC. If you don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, unfortunately. :(

Sherlock looked at Irene, staring into her deep eyes. He loved her, of that he was sure of. They hold hands, just looking at each other. Irene's facial expression show she's deep in thought, but so was Sherlock. He was thinking about how soft her skin was, the taste of her smooth lips, the silky texture of her hair, and how beautiful she was. She kisses him and he brushes his fingers over the side of her face over and over. They kiss for a few moments then continue staring at each other.

"Irene, can I ask you something?" Sherlock asks and she sits up, looking at him. He sits up also and she crawls into his lap, facing him and having a leg on each side of his body. Her weight feels like almost nothing to Sherlock because she was so thin.

"Of course you can, anything you like," she answers, brushing a curl from the detective's face. He hesitates, trying to wait for the perfect moment to ask. Was this the perfect moment? He asks himself. Yes, it has to be. "Sherlock dear, what is it?" Irene interrupts, pulling the detective from his thoughts.

"Nothing, I just have to give you something first, and then I will ask." He says, looking around the room. Him and Irene were in his bedroom at 221B, John was with Mary. Sherlock feels the weight of the object in his pocket and smiles.

"Okay..." Irene says, a bit unsure. Sherlock pulls the object from his pocket and it was a blue case. One you would buy of you wanted to give someone a nice pair of earings or a diamond necklace. Sherlock opens it to reveal a diamond ring and Irene's eyes light up.

"Irene Adler, will you be with me forever and marry me? Say yes and be my wife." The dominatrix puts her hands over her mouth, in utter shock. He can also see her eyes beginning to glisten. She was fighting back tears.

"Of course, Sherlock! Oh, I love you!" She squeals, kissing him all over his face, several times in fact in several places. He returns the favor on her lips. She laughs too, putting the ring on, admiring it. The ring was a 5.76 carat princess cut center, with a .18 carat prong st princess cut diamonds in the band. It was a perfect fit. "I have to tell you something." She stares, her emotion serious now. Was she rejecting him? No, she had said yes so it was too late now, right?

"I'm pregnant." She states and Sherlock freezes, in complete shock. He could really use a blanket right about now. The detective shifts, trying to get comfortable. This was the most insane thing he's ever heard, yet it still made sense. He blinks a few times, trying to speak or get a word out. He finds it, but it isn't exactly top-notch.

"Oh?!" He manages and she laughs at the fact that he doesn't know what to say, period. "Um, whose is it?"

"Yours, Sherlock," she answers, putting her hands over her stomach. Now that had he thought about it, Irene seemed a bit off lately. Well, now he knew. He puts his hands over hers, trying to take this all in.

Sherlock raises an eyebrow, making her laugh again. "I was thinking Sherlock as it's first and John as the middle name, if it's a boy. If the baby is a girl her name should be Amara. That means beautiful." The detective lets the names run thorough his brain, liking them all. "I love you, Sherlock." Irene says, kissing him softly.

"I love you too." He kisses her stomach, then pulls her into his arms. They lay down and fall asleep like that, hand in hand.

Epilogue? Yes or no? Review and tell me what you think! XD