When you have a sleepy kid plus her best friend who wont stop asking for a new chapter, a chapter is born, sorry if it seems rushed or really short… cause its both, ahaha , I'll have the next chapter up soon, I hope :P.

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Month 7:

"His shoes!" Sherlock cried,

slamming his cup on the kitchen counter, practically screaming into the phone receiver "Where are his shoes!"

Elizabeth walked up behind him and placed a hand lightly on his shoulder, he almost melted under the touch, and he calmed down immediately.

"He loved those shoes Mr… DI… Sir… they would've been in his locker with the rest of his clothes. He wouldn't of just left them behind, how would he walk to the pool?" He pinched the bridge of his nose, he was about to pick up the cup again to slam it down only to find Elizabeth had picked it up and moved it out of reach.

He felt kind of relived about this.

"I'm sorry Mr. Holmes but there was no shoes found at the scene, this is just an unfortunate accident that couldn't have been prevented by any of us, I have to go now, but if you have any input that could be useful I would be happy to listen some other time." Sherlock was about to throw a fit at the detective on the phone when the dial tone shot through his ear.

"Poor soul." Elizabeth said quietly picking up the news paper, with the article about the Carl Powers, the boy that had drowned in the pool.

"But that is strange…"

"What?" Sherlock said "you know something…?"

"Well I used to teach that boy English… he was excellent swimmer… it surprises me that he would die doing something he was so amazing at." A confused look came across the former teachers face.

"And…" Sherlock asked knowing there was something more.

"Well… his shoes… I can't believe they didn't find them, if not by his locker, by the pool side, he loved those shoes, he'd clean them every day." She whispered.

Sherlock kneeled beside her and laid his head on the lump that now resided on her stomach.

"There's really nothing we can do." He said and kissed the top of the baby belly.

"I just wish there was, he was such a good kid."

Sherlock looked up at the woman, her eyes where filling with tears, which were very visible against her now prominent cheek bones, her pale skin looked sickly green and her now fragile legs crossed.

He'd suggested many times that they go see a doctor, because she was looking worse with every day that passed by, but she would just rebuttal with 'I hate

Doctors, plus I'm fine so there's no point in wasting their time.'

"Elizabeth I really think we should go…" he began but was cut off by one of her heart throbbing coughing fits.

"Don't .Even .Say .It." she said between coughs, he rubbed her back and she frowned.

"We're going to see a doctor." He demanded harshly so that the love of his life wouldn't break him off.

She looked at him slightly hurt by the harsh tone he had used with her, but also realizing she was being quite childish.

"I know you dislike doctors, but I don't want you getting to sick, alright?" He smiled down at her.

She bent her head down like a child who had just lost a battle, her dark hair swirled around her face, then her head jerked up quickly, her light blue eyes shining.

"Can we get ice cream after!" she squealed in excitement.

"Your just a big kid aren't you." He whispered circling around her placing his hands on her shoulder and kissing her stomach lightly.

"Your big kid." She whispered back before she lifted his chin and kissed him passionately.