Chapter 23

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The next day, I sat down in the garden, with no shoes. Just me and the beautiful flowers. Me in pajamas. Okay, yeah, fine. Me, my pajamas, my phone and a tupperware of Oreos. I have a few phone calls to make. I first called Molly. She picked the phone up immediately. "Hello?"

"Molly, hi, this is Sh-" She hung up on me. O-kay, I'm going to go around to her house or something to apologize. I forgot that she was upset.

Next, I called John and Mary. Mary picked up the phone. "Hey, Mary."

"John!" She called for him. "It's Sherry!" I heard a few thuds from her side. "Sherry, you're on speaker phone."

"Okay. I, uh…I went back to Jim." I said softly.

"You what?!" John cried out. "Sherry, you know that you've made a mistake, right? Please say that's why you called us."

"That's not why I called."

"Then what is it? Did Jim hurt you?" Mary asked, her voice full of concern.

"No! No, of course not! Why do you guys think of him in a negative way anyway?" I muttered angrily.

"Hm, let's see. Because he is a criminal mastermind who wanted you dead?" John said sarcastically. He's right, as usual.

"Piss off, John!" I yelled at the phone. I almost ended the call in fury when Mary said, "Sherry, tell us, please."

"I…" I blinked back the tears that was threatening to spill. "I lost the baby." I said quietly, hoping that me saying it would ease the pain that was still residing in my heart. I heard hushed silence in the other line.

"Oh honey." Mary whispered finally, her voice full of concern and sadness.

"Does Sherlock know? He was actually quite happy about-"

"No, I'm calling him in a bit." I cut John off midsentence. I couldn't bear to hear John say it. Yes, Sherlock was happy. He loved kids, but he won't admit it. He seeks the occasional company of children because children don't really judge you much. And he's excellent with babies.

"Why did you tell us first?" Mary asked me.

I hesitated. I don't actually know why I called them first. "I...I just needed a couple to talk to." I mumbled. It was a lie. I was putting off talking to Sherlock about it. I couldn't imagine what he would say.

"We're barely the right people to talk to...but if you insist." Mary said. I heard some noises on their line. "Oh, John went out to get some milk. Actually, I'm not sure where he's going."

I hung up. I dialled Sherlock's number, sure that he wasn't actually going to pick up his phone. One time, he told John to pick up his phone which was in his pocket. I don't expect him to pick up. And he didn't.

I tried his number multiple times before calling Mrs Hudson. She yelled for Sherlock to pick up his phone, earning a muffled grunt as a response. I tried his number again and he finally picked up. "It took you fifteen missed calls and Mrs Hudson to get you. I'm impressed." I had a small smirk on my face, even when I'm about to tell Sherlock the big news.

"It's been a month, and you didn't call. You got us a little worried."

I snorted. Yes, very unlady-like, but I'm known to be quite a snort before bursting into laughter. "Yeah? Who's we?"

"The people that care about you. And I assume you weren't calling just to throw sarcasm at me?" He changed the subject.

"Obviously, I have better things to do." I huffed. "Anyway, I just want to tell you that..." I took a deep breath, hoping to not sound all shaky and weird. "I-I had a miscarriage. I lost the baby."

Silence. Complete, utter silence. Absolutely no sound came from Sherlock's end. I was worried that he was dead (again). Jokes aside, I'm seriously worried. "Sh-Sherlock?"

Nothing. "Sherlock! Um...Sherlock, are you there?"

Total awkward silence for what felt like eternity. John said something like this once. He said that when he asked Sherlock to be his best man, all Sherlock did was stare at John, speechless. I'm guessing that's what's happening with Sherlock right now.

"Sherlock, say something, you're creeping me out." I said urgently, hoping to knock some sense into him. Don't be dead, you idiot.

"You lost the baby?" He asked in a hushed tone. Finally he said something!

"Yes, Sherlock, I did. I bled a lot, I cried a lot. Sounds like a miscarriage to you?" I said, annoyed. I hated repeating myself twice.

"That...Does Moriarty know?"

"I've been staying with him this whole time." I told him.

"Oh you little idiot!" He cried out. I'm not sure if he meant it to me or Jim. Probably both. "Why do you always crawl back to him like a lost puppy?! You could've gone to John and Mary's, or Mycroft! But no, you went back to the man who's been destroying your life since you were fifteen!" Me, then.

I have never heard him this angry before. I could imagine him yelling at me, his hair shaking with intense emotion, his whole body trembling. Actually, that was a Holmes thing. We're the silent type. We would shout, and then we would go silent, glaring at the person with intense hate. But then there's me. I am both. I'd be hitting someone, my small fists clenched, or I could be trembling with hate and anger, and rage, while silently giving the person a Death Glare.

"I know..." I said softly, not expecting him to hear it, but he did.

"Then why? Why did you go back to him? He's hurt you countless of times, and yet you'd fall back down on his doorsteps."

"I don't know." I cried out in exasperation. "I don't know why I keep going back to him! I don't know why I'm so in love with a man that wanted me and my own brother dead once. I don't know why I'm such a fool for going back to him!" I felt the tears spill. "I don't know, and I hate not knowing!"

"You're my sister, and I care about you, deeply. But surely, somewhere deep in your heart, that you know I'm right?"

It broke my heart to hear that he truly cared for me. He was always known to be cold, unexpressive, unemotive. But here he is, telling me that he cares about me. But it literally shatters me, to admit, that yes, deep down, I knew he was right. I was an idiot. I was being a stupid girl, tripping over what I thought was 'love'. If this was love, I don't want to feel it.

"Listen, Sherry, you may feel really depressed right now, but we cannot afford-" I could hear Mrs Hudson in the background.

"Sherlock, someone is here to see you." Mrs Hudson said.

"I'm in the middle of a phone-" Sherlock started, annoyed.

"Hello, brother mine." Holy fuck! But...no way! No, no no that's not possible! There is NO WAY that he's there! He couldn't! But it sounded just like him...

"Sherlock? Sherlock! Sherl-" He disconnected!

"Son of a bitch." I muttered and stalked back into the house.

The big day. Well, not exactly that big. I'm getting married. Wow. My birthday had passed just a few days ago, and I am now officially 21! Jim bought me this beautiful necklace that was too expensive for me to even think of. I wore it every day.

I had the group of women back here, but they seemed less courteous than before. They ignored me completely. Not that I was offended, I mean, I liked that they didn't really care about me enough to include me in their gossips.

I was done being dolled up. And what was I wearing? A simple white dress with sequins and loads of frilly stuff. My high heels was white stilettos. I'm obsessed with stilettos. No idea why...

There he is. My Jim. Standing a few meters away from me. He caught my eye and looked at his shoes, blushing. You're so cute when you do that, Jimmy. It kills me to see you being so adorable!

I kept my eyes on him, determined not to embarrass myself in front of...the guy at the front, Jim and David. I sighed. Not my kind of wedding, trust me, but if I end up being the wife of a man I love, I think it's worth it.

Oh! I almost forgot! We held our wedding at this small church near the house. It was empty except for the four of us. Then, Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran came on. It was the song we both chose, because the wedding songs are too mainstream.

I walked the short length and stood right next to Jim, in front of the guy...I'm so embarrassed, I have no idea what these men that makes a marriage official called...The little Sherlock in my mind was scolding me. But why would I have a little Sherlock in my head? Ah! The guy is called a pastor!

He said some things, Jim repeated them. The pastor said some things, and I was to repeat them. I was a little nervous. That pastor looked a little sinister. David handed the rings to Jim and I. We both slipped the rings to each other's correct finger. "I pronounce you man, and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Jim crashed his lips into mine. I slipped my hands around his neck, bringing him even closer to me. He had his hands on my waist, pressing me against him.

I heard a really loud bang as the double doors of the church was thrown open. I pulled away from Jim to look at the intruder.

"Hello, sister mine."

Aye! Cliffhanger! Anyway, guys! #setlock just started! If you noticed, I am one of the frequent tweeters of that tag! No sight of Andrew yet, but that's okay! Sorry it's rather short, I was stalking the #setlock tag on Twitter for a day (or two)