So I skipped a few months … cuz I can do that :P and once again thanks to my beta who did a quiet a few fixer-uppers ummm…. So to the point as why I haven't updated recently… Christmas? Is that a good excuse?... really I don't have time to go into detail, this ones also short … but I want you to know that I love the two C's (comments and Criticism's) so if I don't udate before Christmas… (which I'm sure I will)

Merry Christmas ! Happy Holidays! Kwanza, Hanukah and all that jazz.

From ~Rene

MONTH SIX

Sherlock held out the second cup of tea he had brought into the living room that day - Elizabeth's closest friend Blaire had come for a visit they were chatting about… well, life.

The baby bump was becoming much more prominent, but it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Blaire had her hand on Elizabeth's stomach.

"So I guess that your barrel racing days are over then?" she said in a disappointed voice.

"I never said that, I'll go back once the kids are born and old enough to come to the arena with me."

"My **" Blaire mumbled and took a sip of her tea.

Sherlock stood in the corridor listening to the conversation - his actions had put Elizabeth in a position where she had to quit what she loved, and by the look on her face, it hurt her a lot.

He slunk back into the kitchen to get the strawberry shortcakes he had made for the girls. He picked up two, and tried to pick up the third, but he missed and the plate along with the short cake slid off the table. A large crash sounded throughout the house.

"AWWWH **!" Sherlock bellowed and placed the two plates down on the table, as Blaire rushed in with Elizabeth running awkwardly behind her.

"Are you alright!" Elizabeth bent down beside him as he started cleaning up the mess.

"He just dropped a plate… and you shouldn't be running around Elizabeth, your pregnant." Blaire said, a little worry in her tone and also a little bit of scorn.

"She's right." Sherlock said, before hissing as he cut himself on a piece of glass. Elizabeth grabbed his hand and studied it. She pulled a plaster out of her pocket and wrapped it around his finger.

"Uhh…. What was that?" Blaire asked.

"Perks of being a vet. Number one - always being prepared." Elizabeth said as she kissed Sherlock's finger.

"I'm not a little kid." Sherlock sulked.

"Ha-ha; yes you are" Blaire laughed.

"You're my little kid" Elizabeth smiled and kissed him on the lips.

"Well I should get going before things get all lovey-dovey." Blaire said, heading towards the door.

"You don't have to go." Elizabeth said.

"No, no I believe I do." Blaire said as she stepped out into the hall. "Bye" she called, as the door shut behind her.

Sherlock helped Elizabeth stand after they where finished cleaning the mess, before they walked into the living room and sat on the couch together. He placed a hand on her stomach and then leaned his head to hear the baby's heart.

"He's not awake." She said.

"He?" He asked, puzzled.

"Well of course it can't be a girl, we couldn't handle a little me!"

"Well we couldn't handle a little me either!" Sherlock announced.

"Oh no? We couldn't handle the nerdy kid who stayed in his room and studied for his GCSE's and A-levels all through secondary school?"

"Oh, and we couldn't handle the regular teenage girl?" he said.

"Ha-ha, you don't even know… I was the most rebellious rebel of them all." She smiled down at him, while patting his head and playing with his curly hair.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock whispered so quietly Elizabeth almost didn't hear it.

"About what?" she asked, Sherlock had a solemn expression on his face, and it worried her quite a bit.

"I'm sorry for taking you away from the things you loved, and the things you enjoyed most…" he said quietly.

"What are you talking about ?" she asked.

"You where an amazing barrel racer at one point, I saw all your trophies." He said.

"Sherlock." She said and lifted his head up and brought his face to hers. "Barrel racing… show jumping… even the veterinary clinic, doesn't matter at all to me. You and this baby are who I am, what I now officially live to for. I would give up my life for you both - I love you." At that point Sherlock passionately kissed her.

She smiled into the kiss and let the taste of strawberries that Sherlock had eaten earlier roll over her tongue.