Hey everyone!, thank you so much (again) for your reviews! I'll never get tired of telling you how much I appreciate it.
I don't really have anything to ramble about today… scary.
OH WAIT!!! Yeah, right. This time I actually googled for some synonyms!!!! *smiles proudly*
AND today we're having JERK Sherlock… sort of… well, not really.
Now… ENJOY!
"So you believe it will be a boy?" wondered Irene from where she sat on the bed, watching Mrs. Hudson clean the room.
"Of course, dear! It's written all over your belly!" Irene just frowned and rubbed her round stomach.
They heard heavy footsteps coming slowly up the stairs, moments later there was a knock on the door, Mrs. Hudson opened it to a panting Holmes surrounded by several boxes and suitcases. Mrs. Hudson immediately started putting away dresses and shoes while Holmes sat down in a nearby chair trying to catch his breath. He sensed Irene's gaze and looked up to find her smiling amusedly, he only managed to glare at her
"Don't bother, Mrs. Hudson. I can take care the rest" said Irene without looking away from him.
"But some of these are heavy and you shouldn't tire yourself" she answered warmly.
"I'll have Mr. Holmes help me in case they're too much for me" her smile widened, Holmes just groaned.
"Well, in that case" said Mrs. Hudson, now smiling too "I shall go back to the kitchen. Dinner will be served at seven" she quickly walked out the door, hardly containing laughter upon Holmes' pouting face.
He silently started taking things out, he'd show them to her and she'd nod towards the place they should be put in, always smiling, of course. He looked pensive, distracted even, and it worried her immensely that after a few minutes he still hadn't uttered a word, nor had he complained about her demands.
"What do you think it will be?" she asked conversationally as he was hanging the last dress inside of the closet, his head whipped around to look at her.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?" she said patiently. The look on his face was priceless. He was not only shocked, but confused and just utterly terrified. She was trying very hard not to laugh.
"I honestly don't know what to say" he admitted when he found his voice.
"Mrs. Hudson says it will be a boy"
He sighed and wiped his forehead "Why didn't you say so first?!" he reproached, sounding annoyed "It's obvious that it will be a girl" his arrogant smirk was back.
She snorted and shook her head in amusement. That's more like him, she thought.
"Have you thought of any names?" he brought his pipe to his mouth and went to sit back in the chair by the door.
"Not really" she said coldly "Any suggestions?"
He pursed his lips and stared into the distance "Well, since we already know it will be a girl" she just rolled her eyes "Why don't you just name her after yourself?"
She made a disgusted face and shook her head "I have never been too fond of my name. It's quite… boring"
"Is that the reason why you're constantly changing it?" he stared at her pretending to look innocent, but the accusation was evident.
Glaring, she said "Not really". It came out more like a warning.
Holmes decided to humor her. "Esme?"
"Too gentle" he nodded in agreement.
"Elizabeth?"
"Too ordinary"
"Right. Uhm… Diana?"
"Nah, too happy"
"How about Carmen?"
"Too theatrical"
"Cleopatra!" he exclaimed with an air of sophistication
She gazed at him in disbelief "Really, Sherlock? Really?"
"Well, It would be easier if I knew what kind of name you're looking for"
She eyed the room, as if looking for inspiration "Maybe… something exotic?"
He just gave her a pointed look. "Cleopatra is a very exotic name" he insisted.
"But it's ugly!" she whined. He sighed and rubbed his forehead.
"Anastasia, perhaps?"
"Hum… Anastasia Adler" she voiced tentatively "No, we should avoid names with so many A's"
"Why don't you try it with her father's last name? Or did you want me to deduce that one too?" he said shamelessly.
She stomped to the door, opening it wide "Get out" she ordered. He went to stand in front of her, raising his index finger he opened his mouth to speak. "GET OUT!" she yelled, tears running down her face now. He stepped out of the room and she slammed the door in his face. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as he eyed the door cautiously, after a few seconds he could make out the sniffling sound from inside the room. He heaved a sigh and walked back to his own room, shutting the door just as loudly.
Sorry if Irene's acting a little… bipolar, but that's just the way pregnant women get. Trust me, I have two younger siblings.
I know I promised Watson last chapter, but I'm already yawning.
Next chapter is already planned out though, and it has John Watson in all his medical glory.
now: MRS. HUDSON vs. SHERLOCK HOLMES...…. I mean, Boy or Girl? :)