Days and days passed, the same routine, everyday. As I got up to walk Redbeard, I heard Sherlock yelling at someone in the living room. I sighed, making my way downstairs to see a plump couple asking if either of them were having an affair.
"BORING. Get out."
"But sir-"
"BORING. Fine, I'll tell you so you get out. Your wife is sleeping with her male hairdresser and your husband is sleeping with the mailman. Good enough? Now get out!" He shouted once more, the couple was startled, but both shuffled out awkwardly.
"That was intense." I spoke up from the stairs.
"They were annoying me." Sherlock grumbled. He looked at me for a moment and then to Redbeard, who was wagging his tail happily.
"Are you coming for the walk?" I asked, kneeling down to pet Redbeard, who responded by licking my face.
"I can't, John and I are finishing a case." He was examining a newspaper before sitting on the floor and going into his mind palace. I frowned. Clipping the leash onto Redbeard, we exited the house. The road was a long straight path, that barely turned, it was an easy walk. I was making my way along our normal route when I heard a woman shout for me. I turned, looking at a large house that we had just passed. My heart dropped into my stomach as I saw Quinn, Sherlock's past girlfriend, trotting down the driveway.
"Y/N!" She called. I stopped and looked at her.
"Oh. Hey." I was obviously disinterested in whatever she had to say.
"I didn't realize you lived out here!" She paused, leaning over her fence to pat Redbeard.
'Bite her.' I willed my dog to do as my thoughts commanded, instead he licked her hand graciously. He would not be getting a dog treat at the end of this walk.
"Sherlock and I moved in a few months ago." I could hear the impatience in my own voice, I knew it seemed rude, but I was tired and I had no interest in talking to this woman.
"Sherlock lives around here too? I'll have to stop in and say hi!" She exclaimed.
"He's busy with work." I replied shortly. I think she caught my tone that time, if not her skull was thicker than I thought.
"Oh, well maybe another time." She sighed. I felt a little bad for being rude.
"Look. I know you want to be friendly, but I'm not looking to be friends, and neither is Sherlock. I don't want to be rude, but we wanted to make that clear." I explained, holding her gaze the entire time. Her cheesy smile faltered, and fell into a dark scowl.
"Skank." She snarled at me, before turning and storming back to her house. I continued on my walk, ignoring the previous conversation, and then returning home. John and Sherlock were home, Sherlock was reading a series of newspapers that he has scattered on the floor, and John was making lunch.
"A fourth murder! How exciting." He muttered to himself. I unclipped Redbeard's leash and glanced at him curiously. I went over and sat down behind him, peering over his shoulder at the newspapers. He turned and looked at me, before scooping me up in his arms and plopping me down on this lap. His chin rested on my head as he continued to go over the papers. It was cold, so I didn't mind the warmth Sherlock was giving off.
"Well aren't you two adorable." John commented.
"By society's standards of what is cute and what is not, yes this would be considered 'adorable' by normal minded people." Sherlock replied, as he picked up a paper.
"You could just say thank you." John smirked, seating himself on our couch. Sherlock cast a short glance at him before making a tight smile, and resting his chin on my head again.
"So how's the case going?" I asked.
"It's brilliant! There was a fourth murder!" He cried out like a child on Christmas.
"You're strange." I mumbled. I felt a chuckle rumble in his chest, as he ruffled my hair.
"Hey! I did my hair this morning!" I cried, trying to slap his hand away. He continued the ruffling, so I turned in his lap to try and fight him. It took us a moment to realize how close our faces were. There was a long pause. We stared at each other, thinking of what to do.
"Just kiss already." John muttered, once we realized he'd been watching we separated and went back to doing what we normally do. I went to the kitchen and started making bread. And Sherlock continued working on his case. I felt how red my face was, but I ignored it and just kept baking.
That night we were sitting outside, all four of us, John had brought Rosamund over this time, listening to the crickets. The stars shone high above, filling the country sky. I stared up at them. You didn't see many stars in London.
"I can't believe you drive 45 minutes everyday just to visit us, John." I looked at our sandy haired friend.
"It's not like I'd just let Sherlock roam free out here, he'd be shooting walls if I didn't run him around." He joked, we both laughed, Sherlock just shot a playful glare at the two of us.
"Y/N is right though, you might as well move in with us." Sherlock shrugged, looking at his close friend.
"Are you offering? You realize how hard that would be, with the baby, she'd be crying and waking people up..." John warned, looking at the two of us.
"We've all been woken up by Sherlock shooting stuff, I think a baby will be fine." I smirked, looking at Sherlock.
"It would be more logical than just driving here and spending whole days and sometimes nights here." Sherlock nodded.
"Then that settles it, I'll call a moving truck and sell my home." He smiled, glancing at us.
"Good! The whole family all together!" I smiled brightly, leaning against the porch post.
"We're not related-"
"Shut up, Sherlock." John cut him off, smirking at him. Sherlock glared at him before smiling softly.
"Do you mind taking Rosamund upstairs, Y/N? I think she's ready for bed." John looked at me, I nodded and smiles, taking the baby from his arms and entering the house. I saw John move beside Sherlock and begin discussing something quietly, I went on assuming it was about the case. I took Rosamund upstairs and laid her down in her crib, she was almost asleep by the time we reached the top of the stairs, so I didn't bother reading her a story. I turned on her lullaby music and smiled warmly at her.
"What a beautiful baby." A voice sent shivers down my spine. I hadn't noticed the figure standing behind the curtains.
Moriarty is in the house.