I woke up the following morning alone in bed. There wasn't even any sign that Sherlock had even come back. I crawled out of bed to walk out to the living room. Still no sign of him. I shrugged to myself and decided to get some things done since I was alone in the flat.

After I scrubbed everything in the kitchen and ate breakfast, I decided to take Gladstone for our walk. Sherlock wasn't home to stop me from going and I was feeling restless. I really didn't want to be cooped up any more. We got halfway around the park when my phone started going off.

"Yes my love?" I said after seeing it was Sherlock.

"Where are you? Are you safe?" he said quickly into the phone.

"I took Gladstone for a walk at the park. We're fine."

"Are you on your way back?" There was something in his voice that threw me.

"Just hit the halfway mark. Why?"

"Your usual route?"

"Yes. Sherlock, what's wrong?"

"I'll meet you."

"Sherlock, what's going on?"

"Just head towards the flat. I'll come meet you."

He hung up before I could say anything else and needles to say I was a little anxious to find out what his problem was. I continued on in the direction of home and was almost out of the park when I saw Sherlock's coat as he was running towards me. He slowed down when he reached me and next thing I knew, he was embracing me, kissing my forehead.

"Sherlock, what's wrong? You're scaring me."

"Nothing. Back to the flat. Now," he said taking my hand and pulling me in the direction of the flat. "You're alright? No one bothered you while you were out?"

"I'm fine. Gladstone and I just went for a walk," I huffed. "What's got you in a tizzy?"

"Nothing."

"Sherlock." He was silent as we got back to the flat. I let Gladstone run upstairs and stopped in the foyer. "Sherlock, tell me right now what's going on. You're freaking me out."

"Don't worry about it. Just go upstairs."

"No I will not," I snapped. "You are not going to act like this, get me all worked up and then not tell me."

"Charlotte-"

"No!" I yelled. "You tell me right now. Something is going on and I do not appreciate the fact you are hiding it from me." I heard the door to John and Mary's flat open and saw John poke his head out. I turned to him. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept. I narrowed my eyes, "Were you with him?"

"Uh…" John looked between us, looking increasingly uncomfortable under both of our glares. "Yes."

"What's going on John?" I snarled.

"Charlotte-"

"Sherlock, shut up," I snapped. "Unless you're actually going to tell me what's going on, I don't want to hear from you right now."

"He hasn't told you then?" John sighed giving Sherlock an irritated look.

"Told me what?"

"John, I didn't want her upset," Sherlock huffed.

"Because her blood pressure sky rocketing is a hell of a lot better?" John asked.

"One of you, right now," I growled, my jaw clenched. "Or am I getting in a cab and going down to Scotland Yard and having Lestrade tell me what's going on."

"You're not going anywhere," Sherlock said as he and John continued to glare at each other.

"Fine…I'll phone him then," I smirked turning on my heel to march up the steps, pulling my phone out and looking for his number and found it seconds later. I pressed call and waited for him to pick up.

"Lestrade."

"It's Charlie," I said. "Care to tell me why my boyfriend came home freaking out for the most part because I was out for a walk alone?"

"Ah…he-"

"Yea, won't tell me. Neither will John. So I'm really hoping you value your life enough to tell me because I'm not liking this whole watch-Charlie-like-a-hawk-24/7-and-not-tell-her-wh at's-going-on-deal."

"We told him to tell you." I heard him sigh into the phone, "Does he know you're calling me?"

"Oh yes. I was going to grace you with my presence but I'm not allowed to leave."

"For good reason. There's a serial murderer that was broken out of a high security prison. There's reason to believe Moran was behind it."

"That can't be the only reason he's acting like this," I said as John appeared at the top of the steps. He sat down in his usual chair and watched me on the phone.

"No. It's the nature of the last two murders. Both of them young women around the same build and description as you."

"Oh. Two?" I said sitting down finally as my knees gave out. I looked at John who held up three fingers. "John's saying there's a third."

"There was almost a third. We got to her in time. The family noticed quick enough and Sherlock was able to figure out where she was. The suspect got away before we got there."

"What else?" I asked sensing there was more.

"They were all pregnant." I felt the color drain from my face. John was watching me carefully. "You ok?"

"Um, sure. Thank you Greg," I said trying to keep my voice steady as I hung up. I looked at John, "At least now everything makes sense."

"You alright?"

"Peachy. Where'd he go?"

John shrugged, "He left. Feel better now that you know?"

"I'm not so irritated with him anymore," I sighed. "Why couldn't he just tell me?"

"He figured it was less stress on you if you didn't know."

"Maybe if he acted normal," I scoffed. "I need tea."

"I'll get it," John said getting up from the chair. I was quiet as he busied himself in the kitchen, lost in thought as Bean decided to wake up and start moving. I leaned back in the chair and put a hand on my stomach as Bean did her afternoon stretches. John came out a few minutes later and handed me a saucer and steaming cup.

"Does he have any idea who's doing it?" I asked.

"We know who it is," John sighed. "We just can't locate him before he does something. Theory is Moran let this guy out with all intensive purpose to come after you both."

"Especially considering all three women looked like me and were pregnant?"

"Uh, yea."

"Which was last night?" I asked quietly. John gave me a worried look. "Who was the victim? Was it the one still alive?" John nodded. "Is she ok?"

"She'll live," John reluctantly told me.

"What'd he do to them?"

"I'd rather not tell you."

"What about her baby?" He shook his head, avoiding eye contact with me. I knew why he didn't want me to know anything now as my hand moved involuntarily to my bump. "Oh."

"Yea," John sighed. "I think it really shook him up. More so than the last two."

"How far along?"

"Not sure. She was too hysterical to talk," John replied. "He's doing everything he can to find this guy. Especially since any of the next victims could be you. That's why he's got you under such lock and key in the flat. Promise me for both your sakes, you won't go anywhere alone."

"Alone didn't help or matter the last time, nor if I was at the flat or not," I stated.

"I know. Just humor him." I nodded my head. "And watch out for yourself. He'll be destroyed if something happens, he doesn't show it, but he will."

"I know," I said giving him a small smile.

"So Mary said it's a girl?" John said changing the subject.

"Yea. Sherlock said my doctor is wrong and doesn't know what she's talking about."

John stayed and chatted with me until Sherlock decided to come back to the flat. By then, I had made dinner and started sorting through some of the things I had bought the day before. The two of them chatted quietly in the living room before John said good night and went downstairs. A few seconds later, Sherlock came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands on my bump as he leaned to press his lips to my neck.

"I love you," he said quietly in my ear. I turned my head to kiss him. "You're not still angry then."

"No. Lestrade and John told me what's been going on. Don't worry, they didn't go into detail."

"Good," he said quietly.

"I'm sorry for being difficult. If you would've told me from the beginning, I may not have given you too many problems."

"I know."

"You are the most brilliant person I know, but your common sense when it comes to me needs to get worked on," I chuckled.

"Obviously. You're sure you're alright? I didn't want you stressing out about it if you didn't have to."

"I'm as calm as I'm going to be. At least now I can kind of mentally prepare myself."

"I won't let anyone near either of you."

"I know," I said turning around to wrap my arms around him. "Does the break in have anything to do with this guy?"

"Yes."

"So the things left in the flat, they were from one of the victims."

"Yes."

"I saw what was in the fridge, do I want to know what was upstairs?"

"No," he said stiffly. I looked up at him to see his jaw clenched and his eyes blazing. "You should get to bed."

"Only if you join me," I said.

"I'm too wired to sleep, Charlotte."

"I know," I said reaching up to push his curls back. "But I need you to hold me. I won't lie, I'm freaking out a bit."

He looked down at me before kissing my forehead, "Ok. Go get changed, I'll be right back." True to his word this time, Sherlock came back to bed a few minutes later. He laid down next to me, wrapping an arm around me as I snuggled into him.

"On a brighter, change of subject note, we can start discussing names for Bean," I said looking up at him.

"I still say your doctor is wrong."

"Deal with the fact it's a girl," I chuckled. "Clara?"

"Dull."

"Ashley."

"Too common."

"Marissa. Sarah. Christine."

"Boring, boring, boring."

I rolled my eyes, "Then you suggest one."

"Margaret."

"We are not naming our daughter after Margaret Thatcher." He huffed at me. "No."

"Irene."

"Or the Woman. John told me all about that by the way, thank you very much."

"Do we have to do this? Don't they just come out with names attached to them already?"

"Seriously Sherlock?" I giggled. "No. The parents come up with names." He grumbled at me. "How about some with the letter B since her nickname currently is Bean?"

"Whatever you wish. Something unique and not boring please." I laid in thought for a while as his hand ran up and down my arm. Before I could think of anything, the soothing movement caused me to fall asleep.

Sherlock attempting to move woke me up, only causing me to grasp onto him tighter. I heard him chuckle, "Charlotte, I have to get up."

"No you don't. Stay in bed all day," I mumbled.

"As much as I would enjoy doing so, I cannot. I'm meeting Lestrade to go over things remember? I want this monster back in jail where he belongs, preferably before he gets to lay a hand on you and Bean."

"Fine," I sighed letting him go. He kissed my forehead before I felt the bed move as he got up. "Did you sleep?"

"An hour maybe. You seemed to sleep peacefully."

"Only because you were there," I yawned. "How long will you be gone?"

"I'm not sure. I may swing by the lab as well, just to grab a few things," he said as he went through his closet. "I'll take Gladstone for his walk before I go. Just stay in bed for as long as you like."

"I make no promises," I yawned rolling over onto his side of the bed and pulling the covers tighter around me. He came over and kissed my head. "Be careful."

"Always."