TWO YEARS LATER
You sigh, putting a hand on your swollen stomach. Any day now, you think to yourself. You waddle into the kitchen and sit at the table, watching your husband make breakfast.
"Greg, that smells heavenly," you say, resting your elbows on the table. He turns to you and smiles. "I know. I was going to wake you up sooner, but I thought better of it," he says. You smile. "Well thank you for thinking better of it," you say.
Greg sets a plate in front of you. You sigh in content. "Thanks, dear," you say. Greg nods. He pecks your cheek, then sits beside you at the table. "Welcome, love," he says, stuffing food into his mouth.
This is the nomal routine for when Greg's off work. Soon, it'll be changed up pretty badly, considering the child you're carrying will have to come out soon.
You couldn't be happier, though. This is your life, and you wouldn't change it for the world.
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My Saviour
FanfictionAfter being held hostage in your own home, you fall head over heels for a certain DI. Does he feel the same way? I don't own Greg, Sherlock, John, Anderson, Donovan, Mycroft, or you as a person. Credit to BBC for Greg, Sherlock, John, Anderson, Dono...
