Jane woke up very early the day of her first exam. It was English Language and she knew Sherlock was to arrive that day, if not, he would miss the exam. Without asking Jane knew Sherlock could miss all his exams and take them later.

She had a shower, she got dressed and went downstairs with all her books and revised one more time while having breakfast. When it was time, she asked the chauffeur if he could take her to school and a couple of minutes later, she was sitting on her usual desk in the empty classroom, re-reading her notes and waiting for one of the teachers to come.

Sherlock never arrived.

Jane tried not to think about him and to concentrate on her exam. It was difficult, but she could successfully complete it. She even asked the teachers if they knew if Sherlock was taking the exam, but they told her they didn't know anything about him.

By the time Jane had to go back to the Holmes', she decided to visit her mother instead. Suzanne couldn't stop touching her small pregnant bump and asking her how she was doing. Jane assured her mother she was fine, that Elizabeth and Richard were always making themselves sure she ate everything she and the baby needed to be healthy.

Suzanne told her youngest daughter she might have to go to Leeds because apparently Harry's situation has got worse and her drinking problems were getting quite serious. She told Jane Greg was going to be there if she needed him while she was with Harry.

"Has Sherlock arrived from his trip?"

Jane shook her head. "Mycroft said he's in Florida working."

"Working?"

"Solving a case."

Suzanne nodded. "Oh, let me show you the things I have bought for you."

Jane's eyes were as wide as saucers when her mother showed her all the things she had bought for her and for the baby. Suzanne had a box full of clothes, stuffed animals and baby things!

"Mum, you shouldn't have..."

"You don't like them?"

"No! I mean, I like them, I really love them, but... isn't too early? I don't even know the gender yet."

Suzanne smiled at her daughter. "It's never early for these things, Jane. Oh look, your father left this for you."

She gave Jane a little blue cotton hat.

"It's beautiful," said Jane as she wiped a few tears off her face.

"Isn't it? I think it's a baby girl, but well, your father was always right."

Jane already knew the story. When her mother was pregnant for the first time she insisted she was expecting a baby boy, but Mr Watson knew it was a girl. And since the first moment he named her Harriet. When Suzanne was pregnant for the second time, John Watson told everyone he was going to have another girl and her name was going to be Jane.

He was always right.

"I think it's a boy, mum. The doctors can't tell, but I know it's a boy."

"Have you discussed names with Sherlock?"

Jane bit her lip. "No, we haven't had the time," and she tried to change the subject. "I have to go, mum. I've another exam tomorrow and I need to revise."

She took the box with her and placed it on hers and Sherlock's room. Jane showed Elizabeth all the things and Mrs Holmes jokingly said she was going to beat Suzanne and she was going to get her and the baby more things too.

"And this blue hat?" asked Elizabeth after seeing all the baby clothes were white, expect for the little blue hat at the top of the box.

Jane smiled. "My father left it for me. He thinks it's going to be a boy."

"And what do you think?"

"I think it's going to be a boy," replied Jane, proudly.

Jane had tea and she continued revising until dinner. She was nervous for her exams, but she knew she had studied very hard, so she didn't need to be so worried.

Before going to bed she had a quick shower and she put on that blue nightgown again. She didn't wear it after that night in which she almost kissed Sherlock and called him by a wrong name. She also put on Sherlock's blue gown, trying to feel him close to her and climbed on the bed not before looking again at her latest scan. It was the the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Jane smiled at the picture. She knew her baby was going to be a boy. She knew it.

Jane covered her body with a thick duvet. The nice, warm nights were over and the Autumn was blossoming.

The bed was far too big for herself.

I'm sorry, please come back. J

She immediately fell asleep.

It was late when he arrived. He was tired, the flight was long and he was jet-lagged too, but at least he solved a case. Sherlock missed solving cases, he has barely had one in weeks, and this one had been thrilling. It was his first experience in the States, and he successfully ensured the death sentence of a man who liked hitting his wife and also gambling in several casinos.

Sherlock twisted his mouth still feeling the perfume of the old lady he helped by ensuring her abusive husband's death sentence. Mrs Hudson, as he remembered her name was, was a very good, sweet old lady. He told her he didn't want any money, but she told him she would always be grateful for what he had done. And she offered a nice flat in central London. It was placed in Baker Street, close to Regents Park, a prime spot. Sherlock knew he had enough money to buy the entire street if he wanted, but the old lady insisted she could offer him a special deal.

And he promised he was going to think about it.

When he opened the front door everything was quite. He looked at the books placed on the living room table, they were Jane's. She had been revising for her exams.

He made his way to his room and hesitated when he was standing in front of the door. Sherlock wasn't entirely sure if he could just step into his room and look at Jane. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to talk to her. Sherlock wasn't even sure what they were now. Where they husband and wife? Yes, they were married. Still. Where they friends? He didn't know. He thought about taking the guest room, but he decided he was going to sleep on his bed.

When Sherlock opened the door, the first thing he saw was Jane's figure on his bed. She had her blonde hair loose, and her eyes were closed. Even covered by a duvet, Jane's hands on her belly were still noticeable. She was lying on her side of the bed while his side remained untouched. Next to her, on her bedside table was a scan of her latest ultrasound. Sherlock looked at it and frowned. It looked completely different from the one Jane had sent him many days ago. The baby was bigger now.

Then, Sherlock looked at the desk, which was covered with stuffed animals and baby clothes. He looked at them with interest. They were all very, very small and white. The only thing which had a distinctive colour was a very little baby hat he deduced was a present from Captain Watson. He knew Jane's father thought the baby was going to be a boy.

Sherlock knew it too.

It was going to be a boy.

He removed his clothes and changed into his pyjamas. Sherlock climbed on his bed and tossed to face Jane, who was lying on her side of the bed. He softly cuddled her. Jane was deeply asleep when she rested her head on his chest, close to his heart. Before taking her hand Sherlock caressed Jane's small pregnant bump, tenderly.

It was something he had missed so much. He missed the cuddles, the hugs, her head on his chest, her hair, her smell.

Sherlock kissed her forehead when Jane moved.

"It's OK, go back to sleep," whispered Sherlock, softly. He took a deep breath, inhaling Jane's floral, sweet scent and closed his eyes.

When Jane woke up, she found a pair of gray eyes observing her and a hand on her belly. She was still lying very close to Sherlock.

"You're back," said Jane, sleepy, but smiling, happy.

Sherlock nodded.

"I'm sorry, Sherlock. I've never meant what happened that night, please, forgive me," said Jane as she sat on the bed

He cleared his throat. "Jane, I've always assumed love is something that I would never experience. But that night my assumptions, the data I had changed."

"Sherlock -"

"When you called me 'Sam', the moments we shared before that - do you regret it? You didn't mean them, as you said?"

Jane looked at Sherlock's gold ring. He was wearing it.

"Is not like... -" Jane hesitated for a moment, fearing Sherlock's answer.

"Within the many options I have in my mind, one of them is the hormonal and emotional change you are experiencing as the pregnant woman you are now. It is expected for you to have mood swings, to want something over any other thing, to crave for things. I suppose -"

Jane started to realise what Sherlock wanted to say and she reached out his hand. "It's not like that. I... This is so hard to say, Sherlock -"

"What do you mean?"

"I regret calling you Sam," Jane exploded and tears started to flow down her eyes. "But... I don't regret anything else. I don't want to lose you, Sherlock. You're my best friend."

"I don't have friends, Jane," said Sherlock, wiping Jane's tears off her face.

She bit her lip. "I love you, Sherlock. And I'm sorry for calling you by a wrong name, but I love you and all this time you were away I've realised I can't live without you. It's OK if you don't feel the same... "

For seconds neither of them seemed to be able to talk. Sherlock wanted to meet her eyes, but Jane continued looking at the sheets covering their bodies.

Sherlock felt something different inside his chest. Something he had never experienced before.

"I don't have friends, Jane. I have a wife."

"Sherlock -"

"I love you."

Before Jane could something else, Sherlock pressed his lips to hers.

It was their first kiss.

And it was sweet, tender and caring.

Sherlock's inexperienced lips followed Jane's. Both had their eyes closed and soon Sherlock placed a hand around her waist, trying to make the space between them disappear. Jane wrapped her arms around Sherlock's neck and they continued kissing.

Jane's soft fingers caressed Sherlock's neck. "I love you, Sherlock. Please, you have to promise you won't leave us."

Sherlock chuckled. "I promise I will never leave you and our baby."