Sometime later – Olivia is one year old.
She has just learned to walk. I just love watching her run around the flat. Sherlock had such a great reaction to the news. The first thing out of his mouth was, "I have a daughter?" Afterwards, he picked Olivia up out of the stroller and cradled her in his arms. He cried, but they were tears of so much joy. He tried his best to hide his tears and I'm sure that it's something, to this day, he'll deny.
We spread the news around fairly quickly. To list their reactions one by one: Mycroft was unsurprised, Molly was pleased, Lestrade had his suspicions, although I am not quite sure I believe him, Anderson was disgusted, Mrs. Hudson didn't believe us at first, and Sally was taken aback, but overall happy for us. I must say, I was worried about Sally's reaction, but I was pleasantly surprised.
I have to admit, I don't know how to explain my feelings right now. In the heat of the moment, we had one intimate night, and because of that both of our lives have changed. They've changed for the better, of course. However, I am happy with my relationship with Sherlock. I just hope my family will stay safe.
Tonight, we had a wonderful dinner. Sherlock cooked, but I use this term loosely. He did the best he could, so I appreciate the thought. Afterwards, we had a drink by the fireplace. It all sounds very cliché, but I thought it was romantic. Everything was my idea though; he didn't really know where to start.
In other news, I've decided to stop writing in this journal completely. I mean, let's face it; I have a daughter, a job, and a relationship. It's time to grow up. I will still keep it around just in case I want to read it, but I doubt that is going to happen anytime soon. I'm not sure who to thank for this, since I am the only one who reads this (Unless you're reading this Sherlock).
Goodbye for good,
Jane H. Watson
Once again, thank you to everyone who stuck through this. I have no plans to make a third one, so I hope that overall this was a decent story.