I regret to inform you all that this will be the last chapter, like all good things, they have to end. I want to thank you all for being so wonderful, I really enjoyed reading all of your lovely reviews. However, in a few weeks I will post a new Story, it will be Johnlock. Again, thank you all so much you really made it a joy for me to write this story. XOXO Violet Watson-Holmes
10 years later
Regan is sitting atop the covers of a small bed covered in sheets showing different constellations and planets. She places a small, loving kiss upon the boy's forehead. They boy looks up to her before she leaves, "Mummy?"
"Yes, Gregory?" She smiles warmly.
The boy bats his piercing blue eyes as he says, "Will you send Papa in to tuck me in?"
She brushes back his dark bangs from his forehead, "Of course, but, I don't care what your father says, no reading up into ungodly hours".
He nods as she leaves. She creeps down the hallway and into the bedroom, "Sherlock, he wants you to tuck him in" she interrupts his constant thinking as she slides under the covers next to him.
He darts open his eyes as he removes himself from bed.
"I already told him no reading" Regan notifies.
Sherlock waves her off to bed as he enters the hallway.
Only a few minutes later does he return.
"Sherlock don't forget we're all going to visit Lestrade tomorrow" She says forlornly.
"I didn't forget" He remarks as he slithers back under the covers, he pecks Regan on the lips as he says goodnight. She echoes and turns off the table lamp.
Regan awakes the next morning to the smoke detector buzzing harshly through her ears. She hurriedly looks to her side to see the bed empty, Sherlock had already left. She runs out into the main room where she finds Gregory in the kitchen burning pancakes on the stove. She grabs an oven mit and snatches the burning pan from the burner and places it in the sink, it sizzles as it traces the water and burns out. She sets her hands upon his shoulders as she crouches down to his height, "Don't ever do that again" She says laughing, "Now go get dressed, you'll be late for school".
Gregory runs off to his room.
Regan arrives at the crime scene finally after first going to Scotland Yard to be referred back to this location. She approaches Sherlock who is, as always, leaning over a corpse. She scrunches her nose at the smell, "Your son almost burnt down the flat this morning".
"I leave you two alone for an hour and the flat almost burns down?" She snaps jokingly as he draws his attention away from the reeking body.
"You should've woken me, he was trying to make breakfast for himself before school because he didn't want to wake me".
Sherlock laughs, "So he got off to school alright?"
"Of course. Did you speak to John about later?"
Sherlock tucks his hands into his pockets as they stroll away from the crime scene, "Yes, he and Mary will be joining us".
"Alright" she is cut short by her pocket buzzing. She answers her phone cautiously:
"Mrs. Holmes?" the woman asks.
"Yes"
"This is Mrs. Norton, there was a small mishap at school today, and we would advise you to pick Gregory up for the remainder of the day" She says apologetically.
"Is everyone alright?" Regan asks concerned.
"Oh yes, yes. Gregory found a dead bird in the courtyard and began dissecting it in class with a plastic knife from the cafeteria, some children found it rather disturbing" she groans.
Regan grunts, "Alright, we will be by shortly". She says as she hangs up.
"Is everything alright?" Sherlock asks concerned.
Regan takes a deep breath, "you need to go pick your son up from school".
"My son?"
"Whenever he does something that you would do he's your son" She points out.
Sherlock huffs, "What did he do this time?"
"He started dissecting a dead bird with a plastic knife during class" She articulates irately.
Sherlock chuckles.
She slaps him on his arm, "Would you just go and pick him up"
Sherlock excuses himself by placing a kiss on Regan's cheek.
John, Sherlock, Regan, and Mary are all crowded around each other. Mary places a bouquet of colorful flowers onto the grave that reads:
Gregory Lestrade
1965 -2014
Loving Husband and Father