A/N: And last but not least, the epilogue. Sorry it took so long after the last chap to post it. I wanted to make it a little longer than previous chapters which sorta proved difficult. Plenty of ideas, just had issues getting them from my head and into writing. Sleeping on a couch for a week because I was house sitting didn't help either. So here you go :) thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed the ride.

***Five years later***

"Mummy, mummy, mummy!"

"Yes Bryna?" I huffed as she came bouncing into the kitchen, Gladstone behind her.

"Mummy, are we going to the cemtery today?" she asked, her blue eyes wide and staring.

"Cemetery," I corrected. "And yes. As soon as I finish scrubbing these pots."

"But you've been doing that foreber," she whined clutching onto my leg. "You said we were going so let's go already!"

"You are so demanding," I chuckled. Just like you're father. "Did you decide what you want to talk about today?"

"Yes, but I need Bruno to come with," she said letting go and bouncing up and down next to me.

"Bruno is not coming."

"But muuuummmm," she whined. "Bruno's never seen the cemtery and he wants to go."

I rolled my eyes. Bruno was her rat skeleton she received for a present one year and she tried to take the case around with her everywhere, similar to what most normal children would do with a favorite stuffed animal. Unfortunately, my child was far from normal. I looked down at her to see a pleading expression.

"And what happens if Bruno falls apart?"

"Then I will put him back together," she said putting her hands on her hips. At least she inherited some things from me. "I've been studying real real hard with Aunt Molly. I can do it, I p'omise." Hopeful blue eyes stared up at me. I was a sucker for that look and she knew it.

"Fine," I sighed. "But if he does and you can't, then I don't want to see you crying later."

"Cross my heart!" she said before turning to run up the stairs to her bedroom yelling Bruno with each step. I rolled my eyes and finished the last two pots I had to scrub before drying my hands.

I walked out to the living room and slipped on my shoes, grabbing my coat and purse off the knob. Gladstone had since jumped up onto the couch and was sulking at me.

"You guard the house like a good boy," I said to him. He huffed, but sat up a little straighter all the same. I heard footsteps coming back downstairs. "Shoes and coat?"

"On!" Bryna exclaimed jumping the last step, Bruno in her hands. "Let's go mum!"

I followed her down the steps, locking the door behind us. Mrs. Hudson was just coming back from shopping and greeted Bryna with enthusiasm.

"Mrs. Hudson, Mrs. Hudson! Guess where we're going!" Bryna giggled.

"Where sweetheart?"

"To the cemtery!" Bryna squealed.

"That's wonderful dear," Mrs. Hudson smiled. "Is it that time already?"

I nodded, "Yup. First Thursday of the month." It had become a monthly tradition to visit the cemetery ever since I took Bryna there the first time over a year ago.

"Bruno's never been so he's coming too," Bryna said holding up Bruno.

"Well good for Bruno," she chuckled. She looked up at me, "How are you feeling dear?"

"Better than yesterday," I sighed, adjusting my purse strap. "We'll see you at the pub later?"

"Wouldn't miss it," she nodded.

Bryna and I walked outside and I flagged down a cab, shooting off the name of the cemetery. Bryna talked to Bruno the whole way there, making the cabbie chuckle from the front. He pulled up to the curb and gave me a total as Bryna got out. I watched her skip to the entrance and pause, looking back at me with an impatient look. My phone chirped as I closed the door and walked over and after a quick response to the text I got, I followed my daughter into the graveyard.

For whatever reason, she loved it there. She said it was one of her favorite places. I held onto Bruno as she ran around, fingers brushing various headstones until we reached the right one.

"I'll take Bruno now, please," Bryna said holding up her hands. I smiled and handed her the glass enclosed skeleton and watched as she sat down in front of the headstone and launched into a very exaggerated tale on Bruno the rat that seemed to include not only his life history, but that of his family and what led to his ultimate doom.

My phone beeped again and I smiled when I saw the text. I looked towards the entrance and waved before bending down and tapping Bryna on the shoulder. She gave me a disgruntled look at disturbing her story, but that disappeared within a millisecond of seeing who was walking towards her.

"Daddy!" she yelled placing Bruno carefully in the grass next to her before getting up and running across the grass to him.

"Not so loud, you'll wake the dead," he chuckled picking her up when she got to him.

"Sorry dead people!" she yelled making Sherlock smile. "Daddy, guess what!"

"What?"

"Bruno came with today."

"Did he?"

"Yes. We were telling Aunt Camille all about him and his family," Bryna explained. "He likes it here, but he likes it better in my room."

"I find that shocking considering the state of your room," he said putting her down when he got to where I was standing. He leaned down and kissed me firmly on the mouth. "How long have you been here?"

"Not long," I shrugged. "Maybe five minutes. We would've waited but someone was being impatient."

"Was not mum," Bryna huffed before taking her seat again in front of the headstone and diving back into her story.

Sherlock wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, "I can't believe you let her bring him with."

"You're the one who bought her the blasted thing," I chuckled. "You do also realize that most six year olds aren't into skeletons and bones and dead things?"

"It may have occurred to me," he said. "Molly said she knows almost all the bone names in the human hand now."

"Wonderful," I sighed. "At the rate she's going, she's going to be the youngest mortician in the world."

"No mummy," Bryna interrupted. "I'm going to be the youngest bone lady. Just like the bone lady on telebision."

"Television," Sherlock corrected. Bryna rolled her eyes before jumping up and running down the row, zigzagging between headstones. "And the correct term is forensic anthropologist!"

"I don't think she cares," I chuckled. "Leaving in five, Bryna!"

"Yes mum!" she called back.

I turned into Sherlock, wrapping my arms around his waist in return and breathing in his scent on his shirt. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, "Feeling better?"

I shrugged, "Your cologne isn't making me nauseous so that must be yes. Are the Watsons coming?"

He nodded, "They're meeting us at the pub. That's where John was heading last I spoke with him. He predicts Hamish will be ready while Mary will be freaking out that nothing in her closet fits."

"Sounds like Mary," I chuckled. "She does realize it's just the pub right?"

"She's your friend," he replied. "Speaking of, I'm shocked you haven't leaked the news yet to her."

"Your idea, you get to tell everyone," I smiled.

"You are a vile, evil woman."

"Who you married," I patted his chest. I turned to see where Bryna had gotten off to. I found her climbing on an old tombstone and took a breath, "What have I told you about climbing on things!?"

"Ugh, sorry mummy," she huffed, immediately hopping down and bouncing back to us, latching onto Sherlock when she reached us. "Carry me daddy."

"You are old enough to walk," Sherlock huffed.

"But daddy, it seems silly to walk when you're here," she argued. "Besides, you carried me over here from over there. You can manage."

I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Sherlock glared down at me which only caused me smile right back. "It's your fault she's developing such a clever tongue. I'll carry Bruno shall I?"

"Oh please Mummy. He likes you best," Bryna giggled.

I rolled my eyes when my back was turned, "Oh joy. A dead skeletal rat likes me best. My life is complete now."

"I don't think she gets all her cheekiness from me," Sherlock mumbled loud enough for me to hear. "Don't worry, I'm sure the next one is going to take after you completely."

I stuck my tongue out at him as he picked Bryna up and followed me out to the street. Within minutes of flagging down a cab, we were walking into the pub, Bryna immediately running up to George who had just come back out from the kitchen. I motioned to Sherlock I was taking Bruno back to the office. When I walked back out, I found Sherlock talking to John as Mary got Hamish situated at the table with Bryna. George wrapped an arm around me and kissed the top of my head.

"Your mum's on her way," he said. "She had to stop and pick up something."

"What's there to pickup? We were all just getting together for dinner."

"You know you're mother," he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to greet Mary, who then talked my ear off about how her clothes weren't fitting and that she couldn't find her maternity box anywhere in the house. I only half listened, having heard the complaint all week from her.

Slowly over the next few minutes, the rest of our small group arrived. This mainly only included my mum, Mrs. Hudson, and Molly who told us Greg was still at work. Billy had slowly started bringing out food for us and the kids were currently playing battle of the chips. I was half-listening to Bryna's description of one apparently gruesome battle when Sherlock slid into the seat next to me.

"I have to go."

"Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Lestrade called. He needs me to go check something out."

"Remember the whole reason we planned dinner here with everyone?" I asked through gritted teeth, knowing he was trying to weasel his way out of it.

He rolled his eyes at me, "You can handle telling them." I narrowed my eyes at him. He shifted in the seat a little the longer I glared at him. "Fine, may I have permission to leave after we tell them?"

"If you must," I clucked. He gave me a grin and stood up, getting everyone's attention. I smacked him, "Not now you idiot."

"Shh," he smirked. Sherlock waited until everyone was looking at him before clearing his throat. "Since Charlotte has made me wait-" I cleared my throat. "Fine. My idea to wait. And since it's been almost twelve weeks, it is safe enough to finally tell you all that Charlotte is expecting." He looked down at me as everyone started getting over their initial shock and shouted their congratulations. "May I go?"

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes. "Be careful, please."

"Always," he said leaning down to kiss me goodbye. He called to John as he straightened and after a quick goodbye to Mary, followed Sherlock out the door.

Mary slid into his seat next to me and hugged me fiercely, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it wasn't my idea," I smiled. She smacked me. "Ow."

"Aunt Mary, hitting people isn't nice," Bryna scolded.

"Neither is keeping secrets," she replied back giving me a stern look.

"It wasn't my idea," I chuckled. "Take it up with my husband. The whole thing was his idea actually."

"He brought up having another child?" I nodded. Mary nodded, "Wow. Can't say I'd live to see the day. And twelve weeks?"

"Yup. Due a few weeks after you," I smiled. Mary gave me another hugged and gushed about how excited she was we were both pregnant at the same time.

Mum came over after Mary had to take Hamish to the bathroom, placing an arm around my shoulders and another on my stomach, "I'm so glad he changed his mind. You don't know how disappointed I was that I wasn't around for Bryna."

"It's not like you missed much, Mum. You've been around since she was a few months old," I chuckled.

"I'll still be your favorite though, right Nana?" Bryna asked crawling into my lap and giving my mum her puppy dog look.

Mum pulled Bryna into her lap and wrapped her arms around her, "You will always be the top of the list."

"Good," Bryna smiled. I rolled my eyes knowing my mum was just appeasing her dramatic tendencies.

Dinner didn't last much longer. I rode back with Mrs. Hudson who got to hear all about Bruno on the ride home. My mum and George closed the pub for me. Since mum had retired for good from her previous job, she had insisted on helping me with the pub. Something I greatly appreciated when Mary decided to go out on maternity leave and never really go back. She'd catch an occasional shift when I needed, but her main concern was her daytime job and John and Hamish. I was ok with her choice as long as I still got to see her. In fact, George and my mum ran the place so well, I almost didn't need to be involved at all, but old habits died hard.

We said goodnight to Mrs. Hudson and headed up the stairs. Bryna was ecstatic to see that Sherlock was sitting in his usual chair by the fire with Gladstone by his feet.

"Daddy, you made it home in time for bed!" she squealed running across the room to jump into his lap.

"I'm always here for bed," he chuckled. "Now run along and get changed. I'll be right up."

"Take Bruno with," I said holding out the glass container to her as she walked by. She gave me an eyeroll as she took it and headed upstairs to her room. "Did Lestrade actually call you or did you just not want to be social tonight?"

"No, he really did call," Sherlock chuckled. "Did your mum and Mary mob you to death after I left?"

"Almost," I smiled. "I feel like they're saving the worst of it for you since this whole thing was your idea."

"I didn't hear you saying no when I asked if you wanted to try for another," he said standing in front of me. I reached forward and grabbed his shirt, pulling him the remaining distance. He leaned down to kiss me gently before we heard Bryna calling for him to hurry up. "You keep saying she's taking after me, but she nags like you."

I smacked him as he gave me another kiss and headed upstairs to tuck in our daughter. "You are so lucky I love you."

"The luckiest," he said over his shoulder, giving me a wink.

A/N: Whelp, hope you have enjoyed. May or may not end up doing some one shots here and there, it all depends on the brain activity. Thank you so much for sticking with it. Til the next one! :)