Author's Note: This is the concluding chapter of the John and Alex Wedding Dance series of chapters. The bunnies are finally settling down...

The Signs of Four

Genre: Family, Friendship, Romance

Pairings: Ensemble pairings

Main characters: John and Alex

"Who do you think knows? I mean, besides the all-knowing, all seeing, all deducing Sherlock Holmes?" Alex asked, as she and John moved as one over the floor.

John smiled at his bride, dark blue eyes shining. "Greg, I suspect. He's not stupid, in spite of Sherlock's analysis. Greg observes in different ways. Have you noticed how attentive he is around you lately?"

Alex smiled, tightening her grip and moving a bit closer to her groom.

"A bit, maybe," she said. "Now, we weren't dating back then, but I remember how he was with Molly when they would come to the surgery when she was pregnant. A doting dad even then, he was," she laughed. "Now he's a doting Uncle, I'd say."

"Greg is certainly that," John agreed. "Sherlock as well. And of course as Greg has deduced it in his own way, Molly knows as well. And Sally no doubt. Sherlock can't keep a good juicy deduction to himself to save his bloody life, his ego won't allow it, so probably our daughter knows too."

Alex stopped moving, gazing at John. "OUR daughter?"

John gave his bride a quick smile before bringing his hand up to her face. "Yes, OUR daughter. You know… Rosie. There's a new Mum in town and tag, you're it, Love," he said, leaning in to kiss her as if to emphasize his point.

John closed his eyes and kicked himself. "Oh, no, Love, don't do that… Alexandra, oh honey I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to make you…"

"Daddy," Rosie chastised as she glided past with Julian, "stop making Mummy cry, it's ruining her makeup and we've still lots of photos to take yet." John glanced at Julian, who simply grinned in agreement with Rosie.

"You're no bloody help," he whispered to Julian with a poorly hidden grin as the young boy whisked his daughter away.

"No, no," Alex said, waving him off and wiping her eye delicately as a fresh tear fell upon Rosie's declaration. "It's just pregnancy hormones. Honest."

"Nope," Sherlock said softly, popping the "p" as was his custom, as he and Molly danced past. "Not hormones. Molly?"

Molly smiled as she turned her head on the way past.

"Uh-uh. Not hormones."

Alex frowned, feeling slighted.

"Greg," John asked, as the DI was on the other side, within earshot. Greg, holding Ciana Anderson in his arms while dancing her and Sally around, simply gave an impish grin.

"No, no I don't think so. I'm no doctor but I'd say she caught case of the feels. Sorry, I think she may be terminal."

"Yeah, the Boss is always right, you know. Even when he's not. But this time he is," Sally winked. "Definitely terminal feels."

Alex glared at Greg, even as a smile started to form. Never had she felt so ganged up on, yet so loved and accepted at the same time.

"Anderson?" John said, peering behind Alex.

Phillip Anderson danced casually with Greer on one arm, and Jackie wrapped around his other one, both adults holding on to Greer with their free hands as she happily bounced around with them.

"Sorry, Alex. Fear, common sense, and my own conclusions dictate I must be in agreement with them. Hormones simply make you more vulnerable to the feels, so the scientific fact remains that the true basis of your emotional state…" he trailed off, shrugging apologetically.

"Welcome to this crazy family, Alex," Mrs. Hudson said softly, as she glided around with Scott and John Lestrade, teaching her a thing or two about the foxtrot.

"We're a bit daft, as you've already discovered, but all the best families are a bit, you know," Mrs. Hudson said, as the Lestrade twins moved her out of earshot.

"Guess you're stuck with us now, Love. For better or for worse," John said softly.

In his arms, his blushing bride beamed with contentment.

None of these revelations were truly news to her, but now that the deed was done, now that she was officially Alexandra Watson – wife to John, step-mother to Rosie, soon to be mother to the next little Watson… and whatever you might call it to the rest of 221 Baker Street, it hit home that she was where she was meant to be.

As her composure began to fail again, John rolled his eyes and sighed, glancing sideways at Kieran Bailey, who simply grinned and shrugged with understanding, wordlessly handing him a handkerchief as he moved past with Emma in his arms and Gareth in between them.

"Oh, these damned feels," Alex said, laughing through joyful tears.