Jonny&Lucy

Memories are funny things. They can come and go. Memories are like diaries. We store everything in there. Good ones and bad ones. But what happens when those memories are taken from us?

Joan was in the jikoni making some coffee to wake herself up. She didn't hear Sherlock sneaking up behind her. Sherlock wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close

"Good morning"
"Morning"
"Your up early"
"Yeah i couldn't really sleep"
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah must just be one of those nights"

Sherlock began to kiss the back of her neck and run his hand through her hair. She lent back into him and sighed with...

Joan woke the inayofuata morning with Sherlock's arms wrapped around her. She gently turned to face him, he look so peaceful when he was asleep. She leaned in and gave a slow, soft kiss, After a moment she felt him reply. She pulled away slowly and placed her forehead against his.
'Can i get woken like that everyday?.' She giggled.
'Maybe..If your good.' She gave him a quick kiss. 'I have to meet my mother today, hope wewe don't mind.'
'Well it's ruined my plans for the da...'
'What plans?'
'Well they involved you, me and this bed.' Joan smiled as he leaned in and kissed her, his hands gripped her waist...

Sherlock couldn't keep his eyes of Joan all night, she was amazing. He knew he had to ask her now au he never will. He already told her dad about tonight and was waiting for his permission to ask her. Joe gave him a nod, Sherlock took a deep breathe.
'Sherlock, wewe ok?.'
'I'm fine, in fact i'm..Happier then i've ever been. Joan, when we first met i knew wewe were something special, and when we got together i knew wewe were the right one for me. You've never aliyopewa up on me and i promise to do the same.' He took the ring out of his pocket. 'Joan Watson, will wewe do me the tremendous honor of becoming...

Irene was listening in. She managed to plant a device in the brownstone while they were out to chajio, chakula cha jioni with Joan's parents. She couldn't believe it, Sherlock could be a father. He always alisema to her that kids would be a burden to him, especially with his work. She understood that but would Joan?.

'Your pregnant?.'
'I don't know. I haven't checked it yet.' Sherlock moved his hands to her tummy. He couldn't believe it, a baby could be in there. His baby. Joan placed her hands on his. 'I'm so nervous.'
'Your not the only one.' Joan looked down at her tummy.
'But i'm also..excited. I shouldn't be getting...