Sherlock & Joan

That night Sherlock slept on the couch, He didn't want to make things zaidi awkward with Joan. When he woke, he thought about what to say to her, he couldn't just ignore this. He sat up and saw Irene in the kitchen.
'Your up early.'
'Couldn't sleep, What about you?'
'A lot on my mind.' Irene went and sat inayofuata to him.
'Here.' She handed him a cup of tea.
'Thank you.' He took a sip.
'So what's on your mind?' Sherlock remained silent, just staring at his tea. 'Does it have something to do with wewe sleeping on the couch?'
'It doesn't matter.' He leaned mbele and placed his cup on the table.
'Joan?'
'...We..We...

After a couple of days, Joan was discharged but they kept Sherlock in for zaidi observation along with Mycroft. As his brother slept, Sherlock couldn't help but blame himself. If he knew Moriarty was in London his would never have come and this probably wouldn't have happened. Joan crept in along with this Joseph.
'Hey.'
'Hey.' She gave him a quick kiss. 'How are wewe feeling?'
'I'm fine, i don't know why...'
'It's just a precaution.'
'I know.. but i want to go nyumbani with wewe and this little one. How is he?'
'He's good, feels so weird..I didn't expect to have him for another three months..and now..here...