A week of healing and resting passed, every day being similar in routine. After finding out that she took Sherlock's bed, they had a slight argument, with Kitty eventually winning. The deal was that they could sleep in the same bed…no funny business. John had laughed when Kitty told him and Mrs. Hudson just smiled.
Anyways, usually Kitty got up before Sherlock and made some morning tea. Sometimes she would steal Sherlock's seat (leading to another banter with him about where she could sit) and other times she would just stare out the window. Occasionally Sherlock would come and just sit near her, reading a book or playing violin.
Claire would wake up roughly an hour later and convince Sherlock to make her breakfast (though he complained every time, Kitty was sure he enjoyed doing it). Following that, Kitty would take Claire to school and come back to the apartment. Depending on who needed help, Kitty would switch from talking to Mrs. Hudson and helping Sherlock with solving cases.
While getting back into socializing was hard, Kitty was becoming more comfortable in open areas and in crowds. The first few times she had John come with just for comfort and she was glad that John hadn't pressured her into talking about why she needed him. He would just smile and grab his jacket.
Unfortunately Kitty was banned from going to the police station for work. Lestrade had threatened that if she showed up before she was healed he would do something drastic. So, when she walked in he almost threw a fit. But Kitty held up a bag of food and was instantly forgiven. They had talked for a while until he got a call for a possible burglary.
From whatever she was doing, Kitty would go pick up Claire at around three in the afternoon and, depending on the temperature, would get ice cream with her.
"Claire! Supper time!" Kitty called down the stairs. The little girl was playing with Mrs. Hudson again. Hurried footsteps reverberated off the walls as Claire ran up the stairs. Kitty smiled when Claire hopped on her seat next to Sherlock, excitement vibrating off of her. Moving next to Sherlock at the counter, Kitty picked up a dish to set on the now experiment-free table.
"Where's John?" Claire's voice rang out.
"He's with Mary." Sherlock replied as he turned around with another dish to add to the table before sitting down. "So, how was school today?" The rest of the dinner was spent talking about Claire's school day and every time she got super excited about a subject, Kitty watched Sherlock smile.
"Time for bed Claire," Kitty said softly, "you have school tomorrow." Claire huffed a little and Kitty could feel some sort of fit coming on. They weren't often but she occasionally became stubborn at night. Before anything could happen Sherlock bent down and whispered something in her ear, Claire nodding shortly after. Then Claire ran and gave Kitty a hug.
"Night ma." Bending down, Kitty placed a kiss on Claire's forehead.
"Night." Claire started to walk to the bedroom next to Sherlock's room, but turned around and ran at Sherlock, enveloping him into a surprise hug.
"Night daddy." The shock was clear on both Sherlock and Kitty's face but it went unnoticed by the little girl as she went to bed. Minutes passed and still neither one had talked as they remained in a daze. Even more time went by and the entire apartment was silent.
Kitty was the first to move. She went right over to the kitchen sink and started to clean the dishes, completely unsure on how to handle the situation. The movement seemed to knock Sherlock out of his state and he moved to the violin. As he played, Kitty washed and rinsed the dishes. When she was down, she took a deep breath and turned to talk to the man that's been taking care of her and her child for the past week. She jumped back as she realized he was standing right there. Sherlock moved the bow off the strings and set the instrument on the table. He moved closer to her until her back was against the countertop.
"She called me daddy." He whispered. Shy from being cornered by the man, all Kitty did was nod. "She called me daddy." Sherlock repeated.
"I know." Kitty softly spoke. They stared at each other and inside her head, Kitty kept repeating 'prolonged eye contact'. But neither made a move to dissipate the tension. Suddenly Sherlock's fingers were trailing up her wrists and he leaned in. Kitty panicked for a second and turned away. "I'm sorry." is all she said before slipping away to Sherlock's bedroom and fell onto her side of the bed, facing away from the door. In her head she counted how long it took for Sherlock to come in as well, if he would come at all. Roughly 304 seconds later, she heard the door open. He didn't say anything as she felt the bed dip down. They laid there in silence for a few minutes before she decided to speak. "Sherlock?" Kitty's voice was quiet. She felt him hesitate.
"Yes?" Kitty flipped over to look at him. Sherlock's face was an inch or two away from hers and he also turned to look at her, eyes softening as he stared at her childlike expression.
"Can we-" She bit her lip, then continued. "Can we try that again?" Sherlock just stared at her and after a minute or two, Kitty squirmed. "Never mind, it was a silly thought. I'm sorr-" A hand on her cheek interrupted her rambling. They stared at each other before he leaned forward and kissed her.
I'm extremely sorry.
It's taken me a huge time to update and that's not fair to you guys.
I am on spring break now so hopefully I can post another two to three chapters for you.
Many apologies.