I woke up the next morning to a chubby hand patting my face. I opened my eyes to see Bryna staring at me, a huge smile on her face when she saw I was awake. Sherlock was sitting on the bed behind her.

"Is it that time already?" I asked yawning.

"If you mean breakfast, than yes," Sherlock said leaning down to kiss me. I rolled over and sat myself up, lifting Bryna over and undoing the buttons on the shirt I had on.

"Have I told you I enjoy sleeping in your shirts?" I asked as Bryna got herself situated.

"Yes. I think you've even kidnapped a few."

I smiled sleepily at him, "Don't act like it's a hassle. You like it just as much, especially when it's the only thing I have on."

His answer was to kiss me again, "I'm showering and taking Gladstone out. Coffee is already brewing so by the time Bryna's done eating it should be ready for you. You can gladly shower when I get back. I already called the courthouse, they had an opening this morning before lunch, so I made the appointment."

"Oh, well ok," I chuckled. "Glad to see you're so eager about the whole thing."

"If we're going to do this, I'd rather get it done and over with than drag it out longer than necessary," Sherlock replied walking into the bathroom.

"Bryna, your father is such a romantic. I don't know how I can put up with him and his fluffy romantic nonsense. I fear he may smother me with it one day."

"Oh shut it!" he yelled making me laugh.

The morning went smoothly. We had taken Bryna with us and she was the picturesque three month old. Didn't fuss, didn't have any issues. I was starting to fear for her toddler years…

After business was taken care of and I was officially, legally a Holmes woman, we stopped for a quick lunch where Sherlock then made the suggestion of stopping for weddings bands. Between a well behaved three month old, and his openly making suggestions, I was starting to get a sneaking suspicion the other shoe was going to drop and that it was gonna be a doozy.

"So," I said as we walked down the street hand in hand. Sherlock was holding Bryna who was staring wide eyed at everything. "Is there something awful that's going to happen or has happened that I just don't know about it yet?"

"Why do you say that?" Sherlock asked curiously.

"Because everything has been going wonderfully and you're acting quite out of character for yourself."

"And the only explanation is for something awful to have happened?" Sherlock chuckled. "And you say I'm the romantic one. It's not exactly the way of the universe to make there be an equal amount of good and bad. Besides, if you're going to think of it that way, maybe all the good right now is making up for the bad in your past."

"And now you're speaking philosophically. What's wrong, you're not dying are you?" I asked giving him a mock scared look. I got an eye roll in response. "Are we making an announcement or are we letting our friends figure it out?"

"Let them figure it out. They'll probably want to make a big to do about it and I'd rather not have to deal with it."

"They're going to want to do that anyway," I chuckled. "What about your mother?"

"She's your mother-in-law, do what you want, but know that you're doing it. I will have no participation in that conversation. She'll want to make a bigger production and if she and your friend get together, I'd hate to see what mess they'll come up with."

"Which friend are you talking?"

"Mary of course. Don't be daft." I smacked him with my free hand as his phone started going off. "I have a feeling I know who that is. Would you mind answering?"

"You actually want me to answer? You're not going to let it go to voicemail?" I chuckled as we stopped and pulled it out of his coat pocket. I saw it was Mycroft.

"He'll keep calling if you don't and then call mummy."

I hit answer, "Hello Mycroft."

"Ah, if it isn't the Mrs."

"Yea, what of it?" I chuckled into the phone.

"So it's true then? My brother actually got married."

"All we did was go sign paperwork down at the courthouse," I said as he rolled his eyes. "If that's what you call a wedding –"

"Don't be smart, I'm just checking in on you two."

"Three. Bryna's here too."

"Yes, can't forget her. Is he available to talk dear sister of mine?" Mycroft huffed into the phone. I gave Sherlock an evil smile.

"Why yes, dear brother, one moment," I replied letting go of Sherlock's hand, placing the phone in it and taking Bryna. Sherlock glared at me. "Oh just talk to him. It won't kill you."

"You'd be surprised what he could be capable of over the phone," he muttered before reluctantly putting the phone up to his ear. "Yes?"

I walked down the sidewalk a bit in case it was important seeing as Bryna had gotten fussy. It was getting close to nap time so the good baby from the morning was slowly melting away. I found a bench for us to sit down and get her quiet and settled a bit. Sherlock walked over a few minutes later and knelt down in front of me. I couldn't read the look on his face.

"Mycroft is sending Anthea and a car to take you back to the flat," he said quietly. "I have to go meet up with Mycroft. I'd rather see you both home, but it's important I meet with him."

"I hope it's nothing bad," I replied starting to get worried.

He shook his head, "I'll you know when I see you tonight."

"Ok," I nodded. "I'll text you when we get home." He leaned forward to kiss me. "please be careful whatever it is."

"Of course."

"I mean it. I know this being married thing was a long shot to begin with, but I'd rather it last longer than a day," I chuckled. He kissed me again, "I love you Mr. Holmes."

"Love you too Mrs. Holmes," he said before hailing a cab.

Anthea had a car there quickly and within fifteen minutes, Bryna and I were home. Surprisingly she was kind enough to get the doors for me seeing as Bryna had fallen asleep and I had to carry her up the steps and to her room.

"Thanks for the help" I said coming back to see her bent down and patting Gladstone.

"No problem," she replied straightening up. "I already informed Mr. Holmes you're both safe at home."

"Thanks," I nodded. "Tea?"

"No. I must be going," she said turning to leave.

I pulled my phone out to text Sherlock anyway, knowing he'd still probably want to hear from me. I got a response almost immediately.

-Good. Stay inside. Put the alarm on. S-

I grabbed the baby monitor and shoved it in my back pocket before headed downstairs. I knocked on John and Mary's door wanting to make sure everyone was home before I put on the alarm. John opened up a minute later.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Just wanted to let you know the alarm's going on," I sighed.

"Everything ok?"

"I'm just doing what I'm told," I said. "We were out this morning and he got a call from Mycroft who had Anthea bring us home. I texted him when we got here and het texted me back telling me to stay here and turn the alarm on. I wasn't sure who was home and if you'd need to text Mary or not."

He shook his head. "No she's home. Came home sick early this morning."

"Everything ok?" I asked. He gave an uncomfortable look down the steps before stepping forward and closing the door behind him and shaking his head.

"Did she tell you anything?" he sighed. I gave him a confused look though my gut dropped a bit at the look on his face. "No. Ok, did Mr. Observant notice anything?"

"He thought she might be pregnant, but we were waiting to hear from you both before we said anything."

"She was," John gave a heavy sigh. "She lost it this morning."

"Oh no," I gasped. I gave John a hug. "Is she ok?"

"Uh, she's resting right now."

"And you?" I asked.

"Sad, but I'm more worried about her," he said leaning back against the wall.

"How far along?"

"Only about eight weeks. Found out while we were on our honeymoon," he said.

"I'm sorry."

He shrugged, "It happens. It's not like there won't be other chances."

"If you guys need anything, you know where I am." John nodded. "I'll tell Sherlock to back off a bit for a few days."

"Good luck with that."

"If he knows what's good for him, he'll listen to me for once," I said making John smile a bit.

"Yea, ok," he replied. "I'm gonna get back down."

"Alright. Tell her I love her and like I said, if you guys need anything."

"Thanks Charlie," he said before opening the door and going back down to his flat. I knocked at Mrs. Hudson's next who greeted me with a hug. I told her about the alarm and then was invited in for a cuppa.

"I do hope it's nothing too awful," she said as she put a tea cup In front of me.

"Hopefully," I agreed putting the monitor on the table. "I won't lie, it worries me when he's out all night."

"It's Sherlock, we all worry," Mrs. Hudson chuckled. We sat in comfortable silence for a bit until I made a split minute decision.

"We got married this morning."

"That's nice dear," she said absently. I looked up at her and smiled when the realization of what I said sunk in. She got up from around the table and pulled me up to hug and kiss me on the cheeks. "Oh! I can't believe it! I'm so happy for you! I'm going to beat him mind. How'd that come about?"

I shrugged, "Kinda out of nowhere. His mum had given him her ring to hold on to, which I had no clue about and I really don't know if he was ever actually going to give it to me or not. Anyway, we had to pretend this past weekend due to my great aunt so he gave it to me then and we talked last night and he decided it would be logically more easier."

She laughed and shook her head, hugging me again before we sat back down, "I can't believe it. Congratulations."

"Thanks and neither can I," I chuckled.

"So this morning then?"

I nodded, "Yes. And you're the first person I've told. Myrcoft knew when he called. We haven't had a chance to tell anyone, plus he wants them to figure it out."

"That's Sherlock," she chuckled. "Are you going to have a party of some sort?"

"Sherlock doesn't want anything, but I have a feeling once Mary's feeling up to it and she and his mum both know, we're going to have no choice."

"You're probably right."