The bright kitchen of John and Mary's quaint house had a comforting glow that radiated to anyone who was lucky enough to be in it. Several lavender candles were lit, allowing the pleasing scent of a fresh spring day to waft through the house. There was a long row of counter space to one side, the backsplash a bright white and yellow. A table sat at the other end of the kitchen near a big window where the morning air crept it's way in the cracks. Seated there was John Watson, looking over the morning paper while his wife, Mary, prepared breakfast. Her protruding belly made it hard for her to move sometimes, but she insisted that she do everything she wanted to do for him. Watson agreed to let her keep her independence until the baby was born.
"What's for breakfast?" John smiled, his relaxed face turning to his wife.
"Just some waffles." she said, smiling back.
"You just about look ready to burst, Mary." Said John, commenting on how big her belly has grown over the past seven months.
"It feels that way too." replied Mary, placing the freshly cooked waffles on two large plates before bringing them to the table. Enjoying their meal, the two lovebirds exchanged winks and grins every once in a while as they devoured their breakfast. A knock at the door startled them as they finished their meal.
"I'll get the door." Insisted John, getting up to greet their unexpected guest. As he opened the door, he saw a rather worn out looking man. He wore an old wrinkled shirt with pants that looked too big for him, and he slumped over as if he were going to fall asleep right then and there.
"Sherlock?" said John, concerned and surprised.
"I need to..." mumbled Sherlock, before losing his balance and falling into their home.