Return
Jen was nervous. It had been three years since she had told Sherlock she needed to leave. She hadn't told Sherlock why she needed to leave. She hadn't even told him to his face, just wrote it in a note. She didn't think she could have handled that conversation. Sherlock probably would have figured out what was wrong.
However, guilt had gotten the better of her, and she had decided to return to 221B. She was using her cane again, and a small boy held her other hand.
"Mummy, where are we going?"
Jen gave a weak smile. "To meet someone very special."
As she knocked on the door, she knew that when Sherlock saw the boy, he would know that he was the father. Jen squeezed Desmond's hand as Mrs. Hudson opened the door and greeted them enthusiastically. Jen asked if Sherlock was in, half-hoping that he was out on a case.
Mrs. Hudson said that he was upstairs, and it was then that Jen could hear him playing the violin. Jen thanked her and lead the boy inside. They went through the open door and up the stairs to Sherlock's flat. When they entered, Sherlock glanced at them talking in the boy with dark, curly hair and intelligent gray-green eyes. He then looked to Jen, a bit surprised. He hadn't expected her to come back, and of all the reasons he had thought of for her leaving, being pregnant hadn't been one of them.
He plucked at the strings on the violin. "Jen."
She bit her lip. "Sherlock…"
"Who's this?" He asked, alreading knowing part of the answer.
"I'm Desmond!" the boy answered eagerly, loving to talk to new people.
"He's your son." Jen added quietly.
"Nice to meet you, Desmond." He said, putting on a smile.
Desmond let go of his mother's hand and came over to Sherlock, wanting to inspect the violin. Sherlock welcomed him to touch it and Jen sat down.
She and Sherlock would have things to talk about later, but for now, it looked like things just might work out.