AN: It may take me awhile to upload a chapter, school is coming up and I'm organizing choir uniforms so it's taking up my time. Anyway, enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: Products of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss (3). I do not own anything but my imagination.
I stood in shock and surprise. Of course it could have been only seconds, it felt like hours, even days passed by. Timed seemed to stop, 'Can I actually marry him?' It was a hard decision. I still loved Sherlock, even if he was forever gone. He would always have my heart, but is it time for me to move on? A better question is, am I ready to move on? I looked into Matthew's eyes, so sincere, so hopeful. I start tearing up. 'Oh if only you had seen what you were to me Sherlock, we could have been this way.' "Yes" and the restaurant cheered; which made me jump.
Matthew stood up quickly and hugged me. I couldn't stop crying so I just wrapped my arms around him and continued to cry. "We will have an amazing June wedding, and still you will look more beautiful than the wedding itself." He whispered. As much as I'd prefer a winter wedding, a little part of me held that right for only Sherlock; so I silently agreed with him for a June wedding. He pulls away slightly and wipes my tears. "Come on, Joan. Let's go home." I smiled through my tears and nodded.
The drive home was him talking about his ideas for the wedding. I gave him my best smile through my uncertainty. His ideas were amazing and I could picture it now; and it made me smile a very cheerful one at that. I was actually excited to go dress shopping and picking people to be bridesmaids and all those detail things girls dream about. Of course I pictured a small wedding, but with Matthew, a big wedding is something I can handle because I know he will be there with me through all the trouble.
We arrived back to the flat, I still have trouble calling it our flat; sad really. I head to the room to begin dressing into my night clothes when Matthew appears behind me. I know the look he has right now, lust. And why wouldn't he be; we are getting married. I let him zip down my dress and when it's on the floor; I attack him into the bed. Tonight has been full of so many questions, I need a release.
The next morning, I wake up in his arms. I look at the ring on my finger. It's not a huge diamond; however it's not a tiny dot. It looks like he had to save up for this cutie of a ring. I smiled and thought about all the people I'll be inviting. Greg, Mycroft, Harry, Mrs. Hudson….. I gasped and got up quickly. "MRS. HUDSON!" My little outburst woke up my fiancé. "What's happened?!" "Matthew I have to go and tell Mrs. Hudson about the engagement. Oh God how could I have forgotten?" I ran to the shower; how could I not tell her? She is basically a mother to me; of course she has to know. As soon as I got out of the shower I quickly ran to get dressed. I should surprise her both on my arrival and my engagement. And on the way I can phone Greg and Mycroft about this little thing.
I was in the living room towel drying my hair when Matthew asked me "Aren't you going to eat first." I looked at him smiling, "If I ran straight from bed, took a quick shower and am drying my hair with a towel, don't you think I'm in a hurry, Matthew?" We both started to laugh. "Alright, just eat something while you are out, I'm going into work early today." "Going to spread the happy news, are we?" He smiled innocently then shrugged his shoulders. I grabbed my phone, gave him a quick kiss and said "I won't be long, well with Mrs. Hudson you never know. I'll text you when I'm there." And then I left. I called for a taxi and told him the address I haven't utter in so long "221b, please."
I phoned Mycroft first seeing as he is the busiest. Well I texted him that I had something to tell him over a call. He told me he had seen something like this coming. "Of course you would Mycroft. Is this a form of congratulations?" I knew he was smirking. "Yes it is. Now if you'll excuse me, Joan I have urgent business. I assume I'm the first one you've told?" "Yes, of course." "Then go and tell my husband before he gets mad. Good day Joan." "Good-bye Mycroft". I called Greg, and I'm pretty sure he scared his office workers from his office.
"Joan that is wonderful! He finally told asked you; I thought I was going to have to make him soon." I laughed, "Oh so you didn't make him?" He laughed and I could tell he had his adorable little grin "No of course not, but I'm really happy that you are going to be better than last year. I do care you know." Rolling my eyes I say "I know you do look I have to go, I'm surprising Mrs. Hudson." "Going back to 221b? You Ms. Watson are one strong woman. Call me if you need anything." I closed my eyes, to hold back a tear. "Will do Greg; good-bye" And as I closed my phone, we pulled up to the old flat.
I paid the cabby and pulled out the spare key I always kept with me. She told me she wouldn't change the locks; let's see if she was true on her word. The locks opened 'Thank you, Mrs. Hudson.' And in I went. I climbed the stairs towards her flat and when I got to her door and knocked, there was no answer. 'I should have called ahead; she's out shopping around this time.' I shook my head at my ignorance of her schedule. I heard noises upstairs, and knowing Mrs. Hudson is true to her word, there were no new renters. I slowly and quietly climbed up the stairs to my old flat. I reached the door when I remembered I don't have my gun; then I remembered that I had to be careful with the new ring; so I slipped it into my pocket.
I grabbed the door knob and to my surprise, the door wasn't busted open. I quietly opened the door only to see a figure next to Sherlock's violin. He was a lean fellow; blond hair, leather brown jacket, cream turtle neck and black jeans. The way he stood was so familiar; seems though he didn't hear me. I slowly closed the door but I let it slam alerting the figure. I turn back to him and I'm struck by blue-grey eyes and sharp cheekbones. I'm in complete shock; it can't be who I think it is.
A baritone voice spoke from him. "Joan; I'm back. I've come home."