Chapter 1
(A Month after Harriett, John and Mary's baby, was born)
Irene had been staying with Sherlock for the past month. She had come back to London. She knew Sherlock would allow her to stay in Baker Street. She was right. She was treated with a smile from Mrs. Hudson and a slight nod from Sherlock. They hadn't talked too much about the night he saved her. Mostly not about what happened after.
A month into her stay, Harriett the new baby boy was born. Harriett Sherlock Watson. Such a long name for such a small thing. Sherlock had been over at the Watson household for a majority of the time (After being named godfather of the child.)
Irene felt stuck, like she was getting in the way, so she decided to leave Baker Street for a while. She left Sherlock a letter.
Dear Sherlock,
Leaving is the hardest, saying goodbye. I'm sorry, I had to. I wanted to stay longer; I did but do to recent changes I felt in the way. Don't worry about me; I'll be around, somewhere at least. I will miss you, and if I try to contact you please do not ignore me. I might come around for Christmas, I don't know. Let's talk about you though. The Watsons have made you the godfather. How does it feel? You actually have some responsibility now. I wonder how long you'll hold. I feel like you are going to spoil the kid, make him smarter then the rest, make him like you. Clever and Sexy. Although I do ask you not to make him a sociopath. We do not want another impossible virgin. Although you aren't one anymore. Do you remember when I told you that I was alive? That was funny, although I don't think John found it so funny. Send Mycroft my regards, to Lestrade and Molly as well. I don't think she likes me too much. It might have something to do with the fact that you know my measurements. Goodbye old friend.
Love,
Irene Adler.
P.S. You might need to learn how to change a diaper.
She left the letter on his desk and got going, not knowing where to go.
