AN: Here it is my darlings. The final chapter of 'The Baker Street Tragedy'.

This chapter almost didn't get written because my laptop totally messed up and deleted the whole thing... which was... fun.. :L

but I re-typed it up at two in the morning the other day and now it shall be posted.

I love you all, I love you each and I really really cannot express in words how pleased I was with the reviews/favourites/alerts. :D

This was my first proper Johnlock fanfiction so thankyou to each and every one of you for reading it.

Love, Erin:) xxx

Epilogue:

John never did let go.

Obviously he had to let go of his partner's hand a lot of the time but in his mind he was still connected to Sherlock. Every now and again they'd meet eyes, maybe over a dead body (how romantic) and John would feel happiness swell through his whole being. It was these moments of perfection that got John through. Knowing that after a long, tiring day at the clinic he could come home and find his perfect Sherlock waiting for him made John feel like a teenager in love again. He was half of that, his love for Sherlock was something he was sure of.

They still argued though. How could John not get annoyed when Sherlock kept storing toes in breadbins or forgetting about experiments that dripped and burnt holes in tables, jumpers and once a laptop. John's laptop. Mrs Hudson still said that they argued less than her friend's 'married ones.'

Little did Mrs Hudson know that she was about to have her own married ones.

Sherlock Holmes proposed to John Hamish Watson in 221B Baker Street on the 15th January 2014. John Watson had eagerly accepted and soon found a ring slipping comfortably onto his finger.

The couple got married on the 21st February 2015. Mrs Watson swore that she didn't cry but Harry assured John after the ceremony that their mother was bawling from the beginning. She wasn't the only one. Sherlock noted the tears dripping own Mrs Hudson's cheeks as she pulled him into a tight hug, wrapping her frail arms around his skinny waist. Also, Sherlock saw well hidden tears gleaming in Molly's eyes as she hugged him lightly, flicking her hair nervously. Lestrade had shook Sherlock's hand, smiling proudly at him and announcing that the sociopath and his blogger had finally 'got hitched'. John just laughed and wrapped his arm tightly around his husband's waist, punching Lestrade lightly in the arm. Even Anderson and Donovan turned up to congratulate the happy couple.

On the 23rd November 2015 John suggested that they adopted a child. He was overjoyed when an enthusiastic Sherlock agreed, insisting that he had baby names all picked out.

June 4th 2016 brought them their beautiful baby boy, Hamish Mycroft Watson-Holmes. The two men had rushed to the hospital as quickly as they could and as Sherlock cradled his child to his chest he began to leak proud, happy tears. John had only ever seen Sherlock cry once before.

Hamish uttered his first words on the 27th May 2017. John had just been cooking dinner for himself and Sherlock, who was at this moment being harassed about a case. "Anderson, will you please shut up you idiot!" Sherlock yelled, storming into the kitchen. "Idiot!" Hamish had screeched, quoting his father's favourite insult. John had spun, eyes wide with emotion as the whole room erupted with laughter. Hamish began giggling to himself and repeated the word over and over again, filling John with a cross between anger and pride. Sherlock had the good sense to duck his head in shame, press a kiss to John's cheek and whisper a muffled sorry into his ear.

A few months after Hamish turned two John brought up the idea of adopting another child. Somebody that Hamish could play with when John was at the surgery and Sherlock was working on cases. Sherlock initially disagreed but after some persuasion agreed on the 19th August 2018.

Lealia Harriet Watson-Holmes was born on the 22nd December 2018 and was granted her unusual name by Sherlock. He insisted upon the name stating that it had French origins meaning loyal. John thought the name was beautiful just like their dark haired daughter.

Lealia and Hamish grew up to be talented, independent and likeable children. Lealia had mastered the violin and piano by the age of twelve and Hamish was hoping to get a career in medicine.

Sherlock and John were perfectly content. They had beautiful children, a lovely home, supportive friends and family and most importantly, they had each other.

So why would John need, or want to ever let go?