They had been less careful when it came to the protection side of sex after their talk on the roof a couple of months back. Joan woke up on day fifteen of being late, she pushed the idea to the back of her head every day she woke up but today she realised she needed to at least take a test. She got up and dressed before telling Sherlock that she had a private client to attend to and that she would meet him at the precinct later. He was especially blunt with his this morning and didn't even kiss her when she left.

Joan went to the drugstore and purchased a pregnancy test before returning home. As she sat on the side of the bath waiting for the three minute timer she had set on her phone to chime, a mixture of thoughts whirled around her mind; Joan was more excited than anxious but she was becoming more and more worried about how to break the news to Sherlock. The timer chimed and she took a deep breath before picking up the test, just as predicted, it was positive. When her eyes laid upon the blue plus in the middle of the of the stick, she smiled and that smile did not leave her face.

The car journey down to the precinct was lonely but Joan couldn't help but smile at her stomach knowing that there was a little baby beginning to grow inside of her. She reached the fifth floor just before 12:00pm as she stepped out of the elevator her eyes instantly looked for Sherlocks, Joan heard Sherlock before she saw him; he was in an awful mood and he was shouting his odds at Marcus inside of the meeting room. She rolled her eyes as she put her hand on her stomach, she walked towards the door before gently knocking on the door and pushing it open,

"I hope i'm not interrupting, Sherlock can I have a word?" She said softly,

"Not now Joan!" He exclaimed and walked straight past her.

"What is up with him?" She questioned facing towards Marcus,

"He's been like it from the moment he walked in here, I thought he might of had a row with you this morning but apparently not." Marcus replied,

"No, he was fine when I left. I wonder what's put him in such a bad mood then" Joan puzzled as she tried to think about anything that could have sent him over the edge.

"I don't know but he either needs to chill out or go home" Marcus chuckled,

"I'll go talk to him" Joan said smiling.

Sherlock was sat next to the coffee machine, Joan walked towards him and as she did he rolled his eyes at her.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" She questioned,

"Nothing." He replied bluntly, she took a seat next to him and placed her hand on his leg, "Don't" he said shortly before he stood up and walked away. Joan sat back in her chair, what possibly could she have done wrong she thought to herself. Sherlock spent the rest of the day not saying a word to anyone, he was so upset the vein on his forehead had popped out.

The car journey home was awkward, not one word was muttered from the precinct to the front door of the brownstone. As they walked inside Joan was getting more and more annoyed at the fact he was annoyed, Sherlock was walking towards the study,

"Sherlock?" She asked, he turned and faced her. "What is wrong with you?" She questioned, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Nothing is the matter." He replied,

"Don't lie to me." She bounced back. Then it all clicked in her mind, "Are you seriously pissed at me because I wouldn't have sex with you last night?" As the words left her mouth she exhaled,

"You know I am not pissed off about that I am pissed off at the fact you lied about why." He retaliated.

"I told you I was tired and that wasn't a lie" the words managed to escape her lips before a tear rolled down her left cheek,

"Yes, I know you were tired but that was not the reason you didn't want to have sex last night" he replied.

"Do you want to know the real reason" she asked whilst kicking off her heels in the direction of the front door, "It's because I'm sore, I am hurting all over and if it's going to be like this all the time I don't think I can do it" she said softly more and more tears flowing from her eyes,

"What on earth are you talking about?" He questioned, it was clear he was beginning to become emotional too.

"Wait here." She said before she walked up the stairs and into the bathroom, Joan grabbed the pregnancy test from the little stand in the bathroom and went back downstairs with it. "This, this is what I'm on about" she said before chucking the pregnancy test at him, it hit him on his right arm and it fell to the floor, he bent down to pick it up and he realised what it was. The tears would not stop falling from Joan's eyes and Sherlock walked up to her, she collapsed in his arms; a sobbing mess.

"I am so sorry Joan, I had no idea" he whispered into her hair,

"I've been trying to tell you all day." She managed to say between sobs.

"Let's get you to bed" he said calmly before helping her up the stairs. He undressed her and put one of his shirts over her naked body and placed her carefully on their bed, he then undressed himself and got into bed beside her. She cuddled into his chest and he wrapped his arm around her, "I love you two" he said placing his free arm on Joan's stomach, "I am so sorry I treated you badly today I just didn't know how to react but I promise never to do it again" he continued, Sherlock waited for a reply but he noticed she had already fallen asleep. Sherlock pulled the blanket over them all and he was quickly asleep not long after her, hand still on her tummy.