A/N: Well many of you asked for an epilogue, so here it is! Thanks to all who have reviewed and favorited my stories. If you like this story, please check out my other Sherlock and Irene fanfictions (Sins committed and The Final Moments). Also I need someone to write a multi-chapter story with me, so if you are interested just PM me! Now to the story.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Sherlock.
Sherlock paced the hallway, slightly nervous. The doctor comes out, nodding at him. The detective goes into the room and smiles at what he sees. Irene is sitting in the hospital bed, holding a smaller blanket in her arms. Sherlock stands next to her, staring down at the baby. Their baby. It was a boy, with bright eyes like Sherlock and Irene's dark hair. He was absolutely beautiful.
"This is little Sherlock." Irene says, kissing his head. Sherlock strokes his chubby cheek, not believing what was happening to him. The baby's small hand wraps around Sherlock's pointer finger, trying to eat it. The two laugh, knowing everything was going to be perfect.
Another loud cry wakes the newly weds up and they groan, this being the third time in the last hour. Baby Sherlock just wouldn't fall asleep! Irene gets up, her whole body sore. Sherlock stops her, laying her back down to rest.
"I'll get him this time." The detective whispers softly, stroking her face. She closes her eyes and he leaves. Their home in Cardiff was a nice size, big enough for five people. Occasionally John and Mary would visit, but mostly it was just the three of them. Sherlock makes a bottle, then goes into the nursery. The walls were a bright blue color, matching the silly curtains with elephants and monkeys on them.
The wooden crib's sheets were the same, but the mobile was a different story. It was made of a soft wood that gave it a light color. The design was the solar system, which made Sherlock roll his eyes every time he saw it. Mary had crafted it for them, that was what she did as a job. She hadn't even charged Sherlock and Irene, all she said was "Take it as a friendly gesture".
The baby cries again, pulling Sherlock back to his primary goal. He walks over to the crib, looking down at the fussing infant. He whispers softly to him, trying to urge it to be quiet. It doesn't work, so he tries the bottle. All little Sherlock does his throw it and cry louder. Older Sherlock picks him up, holding his tiny body against his. He rubs the baby's back, the crying and fussing slowly fading. He sits in the rocking chair, feeding Sherlock John the bottle. For some random reason Sherlock begins to sing to his son. He picks "All through the night", remembering it was his favorite as a kid. He sings softly and just keeps rocking back and forth. He lets the song roll off his tongue, lulling the child back into a calmer state.
"Sleep my child and peace at attend thee,
All through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night,
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and dale in slumber sleep,
I my loved ones' watch am keeping,
All through the night
Angels watching, e'er around thee
All through the night
Midnight slumber close surround thee,
All through the night,
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and dale in slumber sleep
I my loved ones' watch am keeping,
All through the night"
Irene wakes up early turning to face her husband, except he isn't there. She gets out of bed, calling his name. She also notices the baby hasn't cried all morning. She walks into the living room, half-expecting Sherlock and junior to be reading a text book or something like that together. She raises and eyebrow, searching the whole house, even outside. She goes into the nursery and the sight she sees makes her smile. Both Sherlock's were asleep, sitting in the rocking chair. The detective's head is resting in his shoulder in an akward position. Junior was snuggled up against his Dad's body, sucking his little thumb. Irene takes a picture of the boys. Her boys.
That's all folks! Hope you enjoyed and please review and recommend!