Thank everyone for the reviews and sorry for the grammar mistakes, I am not a native speaker. But I try my best! This chapter is about Irene talking to Sherlock's grave. Hope you enjoy it!
"Hello Sherlock, I'm Irene." I almost feel stupid; I know that no one is listening to me. Mycroft's car is waiting me outside the graveyard, I asked him to go alone. "Everyone misses you, you know, even Anderson was sad when they told him. Mrs. Hudson cried a lot and also Lestrade and Molly, she is a nice girl. Mycroft cried, he think it's his fault and John, well John was a wreck; he locked himself in his room and spent three days there. But he met last week a girl, Mary, and he is getting over." I sigh "And me… well I'm trying to get over, but there is always someone to remind me about you" I smile looking at my belly "I'm seven months now, he moves, he kicks and he is just fine. I just wish you could be here, I'm so stupid, I should have told you." I can feel the tears going down my cheeks, I better change the subject of this monologue "By the way I met your mother. Mycroft drove me last month to your house, she thought I was Mycroft's girlfriend, when we told you I was yours she started to cry and then we talked about you. When I left your brother told me I was part of your family now." I stop again "I really want you back Sherlock, I can´t do this alone, not without you. Please" I whisper laying a hand on his gravestone. Then I decide it's time to go, I whip away the tears "Goodbye Sherlock, I love you too". He send me a message, the night before dying, It was only a line:
I love you, no matter what happens- S.H.
Mycroft drives me back to my house; we stay quiet all the way. Then we say goodbye and I get out of the car. I decide to go for a walk before going to bed, my neighborhood is calm and safe, and Mycroft chose it. I start thinking about my things when I suddenly bump into a man "Oh sorry" He says "are you ok?" He asks, I nod my head looking at his big green eyes. He is around sixty or sixty five years old, his hair is white and his accent unmistakably American. He stares at me for a few seconds then he frowns, we stay quietly looking at each other, then he opens his mouth and say "Impossible" "What?" I ask confused "Irene, my darling" he says, and then I recognize his features, his face has wrinkles and his eyes look tired, but I recognize him. It has been ten years since I've seen him. "Dad" I say as he hugs me "Irene" he whispers again.
"Oh my darling" he says "I´ve missed you so much, but no time for regretting, I want to know everything about you" I smile "Why don't we go first to my place?" I suggest. Once we're sitting down the couch I tell him about my life since I went away. My father listens to it, until I arrive to Sherlock's story, I tell him until he saved me in Karachi "I love him dad, he's the father of my son or daughter" He smiles "I can´t wait to meet him, he seems to be a nice boy" I feel my eyes whet again "You.. you can't" I say "He's death" I whisper. He freezes "Oh Irene I'm, I'm so sorry" He says wrapping his arms around me "It's ok, I'm here" I feel again like I am ten years old and I have a nightmare. I'm not alone now, I have a family again.