Brilliant men
Sherlock was a man whose brilliance out shone all other members of the human being race. He was witty, funny, and smart but also a jerk. It was what made him Sherlock Holmes.
Molly had fallen for him, head over heels, from the first time she saw him. He had dazzled her with his long coat and bright blue eyes.
John had taken a bit longer to fall in love with Sherlock. When the man spoke to him though, he felt his heart drop. When they moved in together John had been silently over joyed.
The most painful thing had been when Sherlock committed suicide. Neither of them knew why and it had come as a shock. Mostly for Molly though. Both did not believe that Sherlock was fraud, even if the whole world did. They couldn't. It was surely impossible. It made no sense.
"You're thinking of Sherlock again," a young boy's voice had broken the depressing thoughts of John and his wife.
Molly and John had married two years after Sherlock's death. They had a son ten months later.
John forced a smile.
"How could you tell?"
"You both had that far off look on your faces. Father's hand was clenched and he was rubbing his leg. Mother was biting her lip and tears in her eyes. Not to mention, she was shaking very slightly. It was quite obvious."
Molly hugged her child to her chest tightly.
"You're absolutely brilliant, dear."
"Speaking of brilliance, I have something to show you," the boy spoke, drawing a paper out of his pocket and handing it to his mother.
Molly scanned the paper. Though the child had skipped a few grades, he had a hundred percent on his test in class. John grinned as he looked over her shoulder.
"Sherlock Holmes Watson, I am very, very proud of you."