"Scarlett!" Sherlock shouted into the flat as he entered 221B Baker Street and moved into the living room before hearing her grunting voice from upstairs. He raised a brow before shrugging out of his blazer jacket in the warm August air and hanging it onto the coat stand before taking the steps up to the top floor where his eyes went wide as he saw the large amount of bin bags which were outside the door.
"What do you think you're doing?" he hissed at his wife. Scarlett placed a hand onto her hip as she stood in her grey joggers and white vest top, a roller in her hand which was covered in cream paint as her hair remained tied up and she had paint on her arms.
"Well Sherlock," she said and looked at the roller, "it looks like I'm decorating. Maybe you can confirm my beliefs though."
"Don't speak so condescendingly," he told her. "Why are there a large amount of bin bags in the hall? All of my stuff is in them I imagine."
"You would be correct," Scarlett said and went back to rolling the paint onto the bare wall. "Well seeing as how I have a day off work I thought I would start to decorate the nursery-"
"But this is my room!" Sherlock snapped and knelt onto the floor and began to root in the bin bags. "All of my tools..."
"And some of your notes," Scarlett added on, "and there were some things in jars which I can't even begin to discuss."
"The newts?" Sherlock snapped. "Do you know how old they are?"
"Well no I don't," Scarlett drawled. "But I don't want out baby to have to wake up at night and see those things looking at it."
"So what do you propose I do with them?"
"Can't you keep them at St Barts?" she wondered.
"Molly won't allow me," Sherlock replied.
"Well we can't have anything like that in the flat when there is going to be a baby crawling around," Scarlett warned him.
"Why didn't you wait for me to come back before you started with this?"
"Waiting for you can be like waiting for hell to freeze over," Scarlett told him and poured more paint into her small pot before rolling the roller into it. "And I think it looks nice."
"And where am I supposed to work?" Scarlett raised a brow. "Where am I supposed to compose my experiments?"
"I thought you just left them lying around the flat?" Scarlett asked him and he rolled his eyes.
"I do tidy them up."
"Occasionally," Scarlett replied dryly. "And I hate to have to tell you this but you're going to have to stop with the experiments once the baby is here."
"Why?"
"Because what if it swallows something and ends up hurt?" Scarlett tossed her head to the side and looked at her husband. "I'm not having it Sherlock."
"This is preposterous," Sherlock drawled. "And why does the baby get my room?"
"Because we need a nursery and we can't have it sleeping in our room for its whole life. I read a book and we need to keep the baby in our room for at least six months to make sure that it is okay."
"Six months?" Sherlock raised a brow. "Seems a long time."
"Apparently the time flies by," Scarlett waved a hand off. "And I think the baby is in need of this room more than you are."
"You truly believe that?"
"Yes," Scarlett told him curtly. "Now stop acting childish about this and grab a brush and help me with this."
"Oh Scarlett," Sherlock his head and closed up his bin bags and looked at her, "do you really think I am going to stay here and help you with this mundane task?"
"I'm pregnant," she pointed out. "I shouldn't be doing too much on my own." That was the defence which she used when she was feeling lethargic and wanted Sherlock to help her.
"Then stop working," Sherlock told her. "I'm not in the mood for such droll activities."
"Please," she pleaded him. "We can have this done in half an hour if you help."
"Fine," Sherlock huffed. "Let me change first...and take these bags down so I can save things which your dull mind classes as rubbish."
"Anyone's mind would class it as rubbish," she called out to him as he moved down the steps.
"I'm not anyone."
...
"Why are you laughing?" Sherlock asked Scarlett as she stood the other side of the room in silent tears whilst Sherlock stood in a pair of old jeans with an old checked shirt tucked inside of it.
"Nothing," she shook her head. "I'm just wondering how you managed to get more paint on you than onto the walls."
Sherlock looked down on his clothes which were covered in paint as Scarlett looked at the wall which only half was done whilst hers was completely covered in the paint.
"The wall is getting covered," he defended himself. "It'll be fine. I doubt the baby will care if bits aren't painted fully."
"I care!" Scarlett replied and laughed as Sherlock went back to painting and she helped him with the wall he was working on.
"Such a boring task," Sherlock complained. "I can't see why anyone would want to do this. I could have paid someone to do it quicker."
"Oh stop moaning," Scarlett said and flicked some paint onto his nose. Sherlock's eyes fell down awkwardly onto his nose as his eyebrows rose and he looked at Scarlett before flicking splatters of paint at her which went across her face. She jumped back slightly and blinked a few times before Sherlock dodged the way of her brush and she looked challengingly at him.
"Did you really start this?" she asked him.
"Technically you did," Sherlock pointed out.
"Well I'll finish it," Scarlett told him and Sherlock quickly ran out of the room and jumped down the steps before Scarlett followed him. She ran down the steps and looked into the living room where there was no sign of him until she felt his arms go round her waist from behind and his brush went to her face whilst she howled in laughter and he pushed her further into the living room from the hallway.
"Say you quit," Sherlock demanded from her, a broad smile on his face as she turned in his arms.
"I quit," she promised. "You win..."
"As I thought."
"You're crazy, you know that?" she checked with him as she smiled and he chuckled.
"And this baby is half me," he told her.
"God help it," she whispered before he kissed her.
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A/N: So these are just going to be a set of one shot's which features my character Scarlett who is now married to Sherlock and they are expecting a baby. Truth be known, that is all you need to know for this story. So I hope you enjoy!
