A/n: Hello yes the baby is imminent what do you think it will be, boy or girl, Diamond or Oscar? When you review tell me what you think? As always please enjoy four more chapters to go!
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Chapter 9
The first thing Sherlock Holmes encountered was Mrs Hudson's hostile features.
"Where have you been?" She shouted her hands on her hips.
"Mrs Hudson I ….."
"Don't even try it Sherlock Holmes, you left Miss Adler, Who's carrying your child, yes she told me and no one else, alone for a month. What would have happened if she had given birth whist you were away?"
"My son would know better than that. He has my genes you see so he is more likely to turn up fashionably late, not early, so I knew he wouldn't be born yet."
Mrs Hudson, flabbergasted just sighed and said "she's upstairs if you want her."
Sherlock walked up the stairs to Irene's room to find Watson just coming out of the door. Once he spotted Holmes he said "Holmes, where were you?"
Sherlock sighed; this was going to be one long day. "I had to get away Watson, there was some things I needed to think about "
"For a whole month!"
"Well granted, I did have a case at the same time"
"You didn't think to call me?"
"I was in France Watson, rural France so I don't think it would be awfully feasible for me to write to you quickly"
"What things did you have to think about?"
"Well Watson, I found out who the father of Irene's baby is."
"Really, who?"
"It is me Watson, I'm the father."
"Good God old boy! You are going to be a father? Well I feel sorry for this city then"
Holmes' proud smile faded "why?"
"Your son or daughter will be constantly committing crimes and then instantly solving them."
"That Watson is very witty for you, old cock. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to see Irene"
"I'll come with you; Irene may need medical assistance any day now."
"Irene?" She opened one eye to see who called her name and quickly shut it again.
"I'm not talking to you Sherlock"
"Why not?" He asked a bit offended but Irene still didn't open her eyes.
"Because you left me Sherlock, I need you here and you run away!" Said she, her tone raising a little.
"Calm down Irene, shouting isn't good for the baby" warned Watson
"Tell him that then" Irene said sulkily
"I know, and I'm sorry about that but I needed time to think"
"Think! Think about what! "
"Irene please can you open your eyes"
"Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"Just do it woman!"
Irene sighed and opened both her eyes. Sherlock was sitting on the side of her bed, looking ruffled, a bit tanned and searching in his pocket for something. She noticed that he was wearing the same suit when he left. Doctor Whatson was standing in front of the wardrobe next to the coat which was in bits as no one could put it together.
Sherlock eventually found what he was looking for, turned back to Irene and dropped down on one knee. "Sherlock what are you doing?" asked Irene as Watson gasped. She noticed the little velvet dark blue box in his hand. It top opened up and out shone a gorgeous engagement ring. This dazzling, and what looked to Irene, 18ct white gold ring was set with a 1.50ct solitaire, old brilliant cut Diamond. It sparkled in her orbs. It also had two blue sapphires neighbouring it, the same dark colour as her eyes. "I picked it up in France" mouthed Holmes to Watson before turning his attention to Irene who was silently crying.
"I am asking you, Irene Adler if you would consider giving me your hand in marriage." Irene froze. Eventually after what felt like a year she said "Yes, yes I'll marry you!" They both laughed and kissed whilst Sherlock put the ring on Irene's finger. Watson lent over to Holmes and quietly reminded "don't forget the lace doilies!"
As his first task as fiancée and father to the baby, Sherlock was instructed to build the coat that could not be built.
Irene got up a while later to inspect his handiwork when suddenly she was hit with the strongest pain she had ever experienced, her hands flew to her stomach and she whimpered "its coming!"
A/n : Uh oh ! Cliff hanger quick review to spur me on to writing the birth!
