A year had gone by since Sherlock came back into my life. I had been able to get a permanent job working as a journalist in London while Sherlock continued his detective work.
John eventually forgave me for leaving him, and he moved on. He got a new girlfriend who loved the idea of having children. I was very happy for him, and I always wished him the best when I saw him.
I occasionally saw Jim Moriarty, but never without Sherlock near me. Neither of us fully trusted him. But he still hit on me whenever he could.
As for Sherlock and I, I thought things were going well. We never argued anymore, and Sherlock started to show his emotions to me more often. But he was still a mystery to me.
One day, when we both had the day off, he caught me completely by surprise.
"Emily. Are you awake?" Sherlock asked. His voice jolted me from my dream.
"Yea." I mumbled, rolling over. I looked up in his face, and I could tell there was something wrong. It was the same face he had when he left me in the hospital.
"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up.
"N-nothing. I just… erm…" He stuttered, I looked at his hands, and they were shaking. He was also sweating a little bit.
"Sherlock… are you ok? Talk to me." I said, wrapping my hands into his. He looked me in the eye, and shakily pulled away from me. He stood up, and went out to the kitchen. "Sherlock!" I yelled. I groggily got out of bed and followed him to the kitchen. He paced in front of the table, which had breakfast placed out on top of it. Now I was really worried… he never made breakfast. I ran up to him, and pulled on his jacket. "Sherlo-"
"Emily." He said suddenly, cutting me off. "My dearest Emily." He brought his shaky hands to cup my face, and he looked straight into my eyes. "I love you so much. In fact, you're the only person I've ever really loved." He paused as if trying to remember what to say next. "And… I… erm… I want to spend the rest of my life with… with you." He said, withdrawing his hands. He slowly got down to his knee, and pulled a white box from out of his outfit. He held it up to me with shaky hands, and he opened the box, which held a beautiful sliver ring with a sapphire sitting in the middle of it. I let out a gasp. "Emily Minnick… Will… will you do me the honor of… of becoming my bride?"
I didn't even have to think twice.
"Of course, Sherlock!" I said, jumping into him. He let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh thank god." He said, squeezing me back. "I thought you would say no."
"Why would I say no? You are perfect for me." I said, pressing my lips against his. He smiled, and kissed me back. He pulled away and slipped the ring on my finger.
"Breakfast, Mrs. Holmes?" He asked, as he pulled out a chair for me. I giddily slid into the chair, and started to fill my plate. Sherlock had made eggs, toast, and he spread a variety of fruit out as well.
"Sherlock… this is amazing! You're amazing! I'm… I'm so happy." I said, tears welling in my eyes.
"I'm glad you're happy." He said as he stretched his hand out to me across the table. "I hope I can keep you happy forever."