MARY POV
Mary comes out of the meeting with Jareg. It hadn't been pleasant, especially when she found out something that would shake her universe. Apparently, Sherlock Holmes was alive and well, and back in London. Instead of going back to the hospital for her shift she sits on the curb of the street and puts her head in her hands. She didn't know Sherlock personally but she might as well with how much she's heard about him. Happiness for John sweeps over her followed by jealousy of him taking her husband away from her and finally fear of the famous man deducing everything about her. She has a secret life that she doesn't want John to know about. He's had enough instability in his life, too much pain and all she wants to do is to make him happy by being the good wife and mother to their child. But with Sherlock in town she knows it's only a matter of time before the universe John and her have built begins to crumble. She wipes away the tear that drops down her face. How can she go home and pretend like she doesn't know that her husband's dead best friend is alive? How can Sherlock do this to the man he cares for so much? Ever since she met John Mary had resigned herself to being in second place for John, and it truly didn't bother her, however, Sherlock being alive changed everything.
Mary settles down in bed after work. John should be home any moment and Mary has spent the past hour trying to figure out a way to look inconspicuous. Of course, she has been hiding her full identity so maybe it won't be too hard. As soon as she hears the door shut she picks up the nearest magazine and pretends to read it.
"Hey. How was work?" She asks.
"Uneventful as usual." John replies. She is well aware of John's adventures with Sherlock and in the army. She knows he misses it.
"Well, on one hand that's good I suppose. No evil happening in the world." Mary says with a tight smile.
John gives her a kiss on the cheek.
"Are you alright?" He asks.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"You seem...really tired."
"Well I am carrying a child."
"I know. I meant...more tired than usual."
"It's been a long day, that's all. Do you mind if I go to bed early?"
"That's fine. Good night love."
"Good night."
She lies on her back with her eyes closed but it's a long time before she can fall asleep. All she keeps thinking about is Sherlock's appearance back in London and the inevitability of John finding out.