A/N
Cause it's the 221st part.
You sniffled as you looked down at the grave in front of you. You sat down, your legs crossed and your hands shaky. You looked around with your bloodshot eyes and pulled the over sized coat tighter around yourself. It wasn't his but it was similar, it made you feel warm like his did, like he did.
You shook your head and frowned. "Sherlock why? Why'd you do it?" You whispered as a few more tears fell from your eyes. You shifted a bit and looked up, looking over his grave stone and sniffling. "I miss you, I miss you so much." You said sadly and began to cry softly.
Sherlock, the man you believed to be dead, was watching from a far, hidden from your view. His heart was breaking at the sight of you. He so desperately wanted to run up to you and engulf you in his arms, breathing in your scent while muttering apology after apology into your ear.
He couldn't though, not yet, it was too soon, only a few months. He was about to go away and work, keeping himself away from you and John while keeping busy. He looked at you with sad eyes as you ceased crying. He wanted to wipe your tears away but instead he had to watch you do it yourself.
"You probably didn't deduce this before you," you paused trying to find the right word, "left, but I have some news for you. Even you knew you'll be happy that I'm telling you, you always were." You sniffled as tears began to roll down your cheeks once again. "I know that telling you now doesn't mean anything but I figured I'd give it a shot." You continued, taking a few unsteady breaths.
Sherlock now had his full attention on you, thankful he'd be able to hear this before he left for many months on a mission to keep you safe. He moved closer, still out of your view, and watched you with sad, and somewhat hopeful eyes. He wanted you to move on from him, well, not exactly, he wanted you to stop crying, it hurt him so badly to know that he was the cause of your sadness and their was nothing he could do about it.
"I'm pregnant." You said softly. "I know, the chance that the one time we don't use protection and get pregnant was extremely high, but I guess that just meant that it was meant to be." You sniffled and rubbed your belly, which had gotten just a tad bit larger.
At your words the detective froze. Pregnant? Now what was he to do, leave and possibly die for real? Stay and risk every person who he cares for safety? Let you do this alone? No, not when you were lost. Not when you had no hope that Sherlock was coming home, that this was all a game or a trick. He snapped back to see you sobbing and it killed him.
With barely a thought he ran, jumping over a few headstones and crashing to his knees beside you. "Y/n I'm sorry. I'm here." He said weakly, praying you wouldn't be angry. You froze at his voice and looked next to you to see him, right beside you. Whether you were having a delusion or he was real wasn't important, he was there.
"Sherlock!" You jumped into his arms and he caught you, holding yo close and tightly against him. He was here, he was real. You hands found his curls and tangled themselves in them, enjoying the soft touch of them on your skin. You buried your head in his neck as a sob racked through your body.
He held you tightly to him, but he was careful not to hurt you. "I'm so sorry Y/n. I did this for you, for John, for everyone I loved. And I did it for our little one. Even if I knew I would've done it, especially if I knew. I wouldn't want my family to get hurt, not because of anything and definitely not because of me." He said softly and rubbed your back.
You gripped him tightly and looked up at him. He wiped your tears away quickly and cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a loving kiss. You kissed back, your arms moving around his neck as your lips moved together like they always did. You felt a few more tears roll down your cheeks and so did Sherlock, he pulled you closer and kissed you with more passion as soon as one of the cold tears touched his face.
"I have to leave sweetie, I'm sorry." He spoke after pulling back. "But I'll be back. I'll have Mycroft watch over you while I'm gone and have him help you whenever the need arises. I'll try to contact you as often as I can ok?" He reasoned and you nodded as he spoke showing your understanding. He kissed you again, just like before.
When he pulled away this time his eyes met yours and he wiped away your tears once more. "Now sweetie, please stop crying." He pleaded. "Just, please stop crying."
