JOHN POV
John takes the grocery bags out of Mary's hands.
"You have got to stop carrying things around. You are already carrying a child in your body. I can take care of the bags."
"I'm fine John."
"I know you are but just enjoy someone doing things for you, yeah?" John says. Mary smiles.
"Always the gentleman." Mary smiles back and opens the door to their house.
Their house was starting to look more like a baby's room everyday with random blue bunnies strewn across the living room or kitchen. After John started dating Mary and she became pregnant he felt like maybe he was slowly beginning to come to terms with Sherlock's death. He had a good job at the hospital and a loving woman, yet he felt like something was missing in his life. Of course, he knew exactly what that was. The unhealthy friendship, if you could even call it that, he had with his old flatmate. John would appear where needed the moment he got a text from Sherlock. And despite his grumbling he secretly enjoyed being Sherlock's sounding board. But that was gone now. He knew that eventually he would have to settle down, and maybe the only way to do that was with Sherlock gone. He just wished Sherlock wouldn't appear in his nightmares anymore. He no longer dreamt of the war, he dreamt of Sherlock's fall and his inability to do anything about it.
Mary wis in their bedroom taking a nap and John is standing by the window. For a moment he thought he saw a tall man in a coat and dark curls but he knows it was only his mind playing tricks on him. Soon after Sherlock's death he saw him everywhere but overtime it stopped.
He checks his messages and saw a voicemail from Greg. He feels guilty for not returning his calls too often but sometimes it was too painful to talk to someone whom he associated with Sherlock. Thankfully he is sure his friend understands that. John doesn't even check up on Mrs. Hudson as often as he should. He brings excuses of the expectant child but really it is the fear of curling up in a ball in the old apartment and never leaving.
