I do not own any of the characters, just basing my story from the movie.

So this idea popped up in my head, and I couldn't just ignore it. I had to write it! ;) So this is a little sequel of Diamond! Enjoy

It's been a year since Irene moved in with Sherlock. Both of them have been solving crimes together, by using their own expertise. This was something new for them, living together, telling each other the truth, unless Sherlock has to lie to keep himself away from doing household choirs. They have been living happily together and enjoying every month, weeks, days, minutes, and seconds spent together.

"Hello?" A thin voice echoed through the room.

"Come in!" Irene answered from the living room.

"Wow! I'll never get used to this am I?" John said as he walked into the clean and well-organized living room. "Now I can finally call this part of the house a living room." He laughed.

"Very funny Watson." Sherlock went out from his bedroom and took his seat.

"Sorry we're late... I had to run some errands." Mary explained as she took her seat right across Sherlock, followed by John who sat right beside her.

"No problem, just finished baking!" Irene placed a plate of cookies on the table, right beside the tea.

"I didn't know you bake!" said Mary as she took a bite of the cookie. "Mmmm that's good!"

"Thanks, I've been asking Mrs. Hudson to teach me how to bake. I've been carving for sweets and pastries since...you know." Irene raised her eyebrow and smiled.

Mary laughed a little. "I understand, I don't know how much chocolate I've eaten when I was in your situation."

"A lot." John commented.

Sherlock smiled. "Well I'm not complaining, getting new baked cookies everyday." He looked at Irene who sat right beside him, and took a bite off his cookie.

"Oh just wait, in a couple of days you'll have to do all the cooking." She teased.

"So how is Hamish?" Irene asked.

"He is fine, getting bigger." Mary replied.

"And smarter" John added.

Sherlock made a snort sound. "A kid who eats the pages of a book is not smart Watson." said Sherlock.

"Says the man who lick's everything that seems unusual to him... not even considering that it could be poisonous." John raised his eyebrow.

"That is something else." Sherlock crossed his arms, while Mary and Irene both laughed.

"How is it going Irene?" John asked.

"Fine" Irene smiled. "Just having the usual cookie hunger most of the time."

"That is normal" John smiled.

"You forgot to mention the blaming me on everything part." Sherlock added.

Irene hit his arm. "You can't just leave things scattered on the floor, what if I slip?"

"Well you survived didn't you?" Sherlock replied rubbing his arm. "What are you smiling at Watson?" Sherlock glared at John who was trying to hold his laughter.

"Oh! Nothing Holmes... nothing at all." He then cleared his throat, still holding the laughter inside him.

"Okay enough you two. Why don't you go play around with your experiments or what ever, while me and Irene talk some girl stuff." Mary interrupted when John and Sherlock began to throw small things to each other.

"So you guys found a name yet?" Mary asked when John and Sherlock left the room.

"Not yet... But we were thinking Daniel if it's going to be a boy and Angelica for a girl." Irene replied, rubbing her tummy.

Mary smiled. "Both sounds beautiful."