Epilogue.
7 years later.
"John, are you sure?" John looked at Mrs. Hudson smiling, she was still such a sweetheart.
"Yes Mrs. Hudson, we'll be fine." John said hugging her and then turning to the living room. "Hamish, come say goodbye to grandma."
The skinny little figure got up and came running to hug Mrs. Hudson's legs, she touched his dark curly hair and kissed the top of his head. "Goodbye grandma!" Hamish said excited. "Have fun on your time off and don't forget to call when you get there." Mrs. Hudson gave a loud laugh at the six year old requests and answer with 'Of course my dear!' and before she left she finished with 'Be good my boys and don't do anything that Sherlock would when I was not around! I love you!' "Love you Grandma!" Hamish yelled and she smiled from the door before she closed it.
"Dad?" Hamish looked to John. "What does she mean by 'anything that Sherlock would do'?"
"Your dad was a bit of an extreme man dear." John answered seating on the floor to look at Hamish, he was not completely like Sherlock, he had a lot of people skills, he was very much like John, but he was far too smart and the physical was just like Sherlock's. Hamish narrowed his blue eyes again. Oh, here we go, more questions.
"Do you think he would be proud of me?" John's heart stopped. "I mean, from all that I hear, he was a sort of a super-hero. I just wanted to be sure I will be as good as he was." Hamish said being completely honest.
"Hamish, your dad was a weird man to read and I admit his reactions always, always, surprised me" He said remembering exactly how Hamish was given to him. "But of one thing I am sure, he would love you no matter what. He had an enormous heart and I am pretty sure that if he was alive you would have pretty much all of the space in his heart." John touched Hamish's face... 'a miracle' that is what he had asked Sherlock for... Sherlock was right, he never denied anything to John. He gave John a miracle.
"Are we going to order Brazilian food tonight?" Hamish said excited.
"Yes, whatever you want Hamish!" He laughed.
"Dad?" John looked at him with the phone in his hands. "Just one last question..." John put the phone away and sat down putting Hamish onto his lap. "Why did he gave me to you? I mean... He was sick and you were alone... I was a plan for both of you right?" Oh. My. God. Yes, this was Sherlock Holmes' child everybody.
"Yes. You were a plan for two and your father was an idiot, he couldn't say no to me..." He sighted and so did Hamish at the same time. "I had asked him for a miracle." Hamish threw his little skinny arms around John's neck and buried his face on John's shoulder.
"I love you dad." Hamish said. John started crying in emotion and answered weakly with "I love you too Hamish."
John knew that the pain of losing Sherlock would never go away, but... He had a little piece of Sherlock right there, hugging him... Although Hamish knew how to talk about his emotions, but Sherlock gave him the only thing he could give, he gave him love, he left his love in that child, their child and John knew that this was the only thing that mattered.
