"You told Elizabeth?" Scarlett checked when her husband came home. He had delivered her off to a friend's house to play princesses or something along the lines of that dull imaginary stuff.

"I had no choice," Sherlock said. "She was asking who Rose was and I thought it would be time to tell her. She is growing up and she is very mature for her age."

"I know," Scarlett nodded, continuing to tidy up her husband's mess. You would have thought that Elizabeth would be the one to make a mess but it was Sherlock instead. He was constantly leaving things lying around whereas the youngest Holmes was tidy and clean, just like her mother.

"And she handled it very well...she asked when she could go and see her," Sherlock continued speaking, removing his scarf and hanging it onto the coat stand whilst Scarlett kicked her shoes off her feet and placed them under the stand.

"What did you say to that?" she wondered.

"I told her that she could visit Rose in a long time. I meant she could visit her when she's dead but I didn't say it to her in those precise words," Sherlock informed her and Scarlett rolled her eyes.

"I'm glad you didn't. She's changed you," Scarlett said. "You're not as brash as you were."

"Only around her," Sherlock said dryly. "With everyone else I shall speak what I think."

"I'm aware. Now," Scarlett huffed, "Sarah and John's wedding is imminent-"

"-After an extremely long engagement," Sherlock drawled. "What a waste of time."

"They wanted to make everything perfect-"

"-She wanted to make everything perfect. Do you think John really cares?"

"Regardless," Scarlett said, "she's...she asked me...well...she wants you to do a speech..."

"No," Sherlock said, his voice full of authority as Scarlett clapped her hands together.

"That's what I told her. But she's adamant, saying that you've known John for a long time and it is a tradition for the best man to make a speech."

"It was a tradition for the bride not to sleep with the groom before the marriage," Sherlock said. "Tradition can be broken for the greater good."

"And you're sure you're not going to change your mind?" she asked him and he raised a brow at her. Pushing her blonde hair from her face and shaking her head she moved into the kitchen to prepare cooking the tea.

"Is that it?" Sherlock wondered aloud, leaning in the doorway, his arms folded as she cut up vegetables.

"What do you mean?" she asked him.

"Well normally you go all authoritative on me when I'm asked to do something but I don't," he told her and she shrugged.

"We've been married for too long Sherlock," she chuckled, "I know when I have a lost cause."

"No you don't," Sherlock replied. "You always nag me. It is just what you do...why the sudden change now?"

"Because speaking in public isn't your thing?" she said to him. "I'm not going to make you do something which you don't want to."

"You made me tidy up the other week," he told her. "Something is going on Scarlett. Don't even deny it."

"I'm tired," she simply shrugged, dropping the knife down onto the chopping board, her hands resting beside it as she bowed her head and closed her eyes. "I'm too tired to argue with you."

"Well," Sherlock drawled, "maybe you should take a rest."

"I can't," she whispered. "I need to do stuff to keep my mind occupied."

"Why?" he asked her. "You would only need to keep your mind occupied if there was something big going on. And considering you haven't mentioned anything to me then that cannot be the case."

Scarlett looked over at him with wide eyes as he cocked a brow, seeing how she bit her lip in nervousness. Slowly, he made his way over to her, his eyebrows raised as he leaned his back against the counter beside her.

"You're keeping something from me," he told her. "Now what is it?"

"It's nothing," she told him. "I'm probably overreacting."

"I'm not patient Scarlett," Sherlock complained. "Now tell me what is going on."

"I don't know how," she replied.

"Yes you do," he simply said back to her.

"I've missed my period," she blurted out. "I'm three weeks late."

"You...you could be..." he stammered, unsure of what to say to her. She shrugged awkwardly at him.

"I don't know. I could be pregnant."