Sherlock's POV
Yes! I was so excited. Now I don't have to be around idiotic Americans anymore. I can just be free and say what I want. No more having to ask for "potato chips" or " French fries". No more. She seemed displeased and almost saddened. Odd. " the matter, doctor?" I asked. She looked down. "Is it the travel problem? You can come along. Your passport is up to date." " how do you kn-" she paused. " never mind. Wrong question to ask you." She finished. " of course you could come along. Except this time we have to go in an actual airline with people and such." I spoke. She smiled a little but it went away. " friends. They all live here. It might not even be that easy to adjust to people there." She almost muttered. So? She's been to plenty of other places, I'm sure she's been to London. " it will be fine. They can always visit, and if not, we can go back here" I slowed talking at the last words. I didn't want to come here. But I'll be damned if I actually just let the mother of my child go alone. Ooo. How parent-y sounding of you sherlock. Great. I didn't even ask for this. I checked the latex and everything. Even after I did. Except for the first time. I didn't get to check afterwards because she kissed me before I could check and I just forgot about it. Perfect. The great Sherlock Holmes is now a dad. Dads are so irrelevant. My father was a very dim light. I could do some experiments. Which baby powder is more effective? Boring. Which formula has all the nutritional factors compared to breast milk? Even more boring. This was not going to be fun. I was risking my career here for a child. I already had John to worry about. It was frightening enough when he had a bomb bounded to his chest. Then I had temperance, which was cut up worse than turkey. I was worried enough then. Now I need an infant to care for. Back on topic sherlock, back on topic. " we can leave two days from now. We will tell John, and all three of us will get ready to head to England." She looked around and traced her fingers along her wooden table. " I'm sure I can ask ms. Hudson to make some room for you and all your belongings." I looked around. She looked at me a bit confused. " wh-" " the landlady to my apartment." I interrupted. She Nodded. " is it impossible for you not to interupt me?" I smiled a little and pecked her lips. " the less talking, the more kissing." She rolled her eyes and couldn't help but smiling. I know there was a part that wanted to stay here. But I had to do it. My brother would be irritated since he wouldn't be able to keep a close eye on me. Petty. What a business man.
