Two Days Later

"What are you doing up?"

Surprised, I drop the spatula I was using to turn sausages in the pan and let out a small shriek. When I turn around and find Sherlock standing by the kitchen door, arms crossed, I sigh, "I wanted to eat something of my own making for the first time in over a week, Sherlock. I wasn't getting up to run a marathon."

Sherlock tsks, walking over to me and picking up the spatula before pointing it at me, "You are supposed to be resting in bed, Adelaide."

"I'm not supposed to be on 24/7 bedrest though, Sherlock!!" I whine, groaning as I snatch back the spatula, "I have to do something other than lay around in bed feeling like that's the only thing I can possibly do for myself and the baby. I've been in bed the past couple of days and feel fine. I think I'm perfectly capable of making my own food."

I turn back around to tend the sausage, puffing a bit. Just stay calm. Don't let yourself get excited. I drill myself while aimlessly moving the browning links about in the pan. It isn't very long before I feel Sherlock's hands snake around my waist, and then warm weight of his chin as he balances his head on my shoulder, "At least go sit down. Please?  Even if we haven't noticed anything..." He pleads, his voice fading off as he approaches the sore subject.

"I'm not a china doll, Sherlock, and neither is the baby." I reply, unwilling to yield. He turns his face towards my neck and nuzzles there.

"No, you're my wife," He presses a tiny kiss to my skin, "And above all else I want to make sure nothing happens that would put you, our daughter, or both of you at further risk for complications."

"I can't become sedentary though, Sherlock. I have to be doing something or I'll go to pieces within the week!" While ranting, I accidentally scrape the pan hard and send a couple sausage links flying onto the stove. I growl and go to grab them, but Sherlock beats me to them, "Oh come on! I wouldn't have burned myself on those!"

"Adelaide, you need to rest and avoid getting excited-"

"Can't you see that I've done enough resting, Sherlock!!" I snap back, pulling away from him and letting the spatula go. As it hits his chest and he hurries to save it from dropping on the floor, I huff, "If I stay one more day cooped up in that bedroom, I'll lose my mind! At least when I'm doing something I can distract myself! When I'm confined to bed rest the only thing I can think about is all the bad things that could happen because I couldn't bring myself to trust anyone with the knowledge of my parents but trusted them not to retaliate!" He turns off the burner and sets the spatula on the counter. 

After a few seconds, he sighs and walks over to me. I've got my head in my hands, feeling like at any moment I could dissolve into a fountain of tears. I feel his arms slide around me, pulling me as close as he can despite my swollen tum, "I've said this many times, and so has everyone else. It's not your fault, Love." 

"B-B-But it is, Sherlock. And now I can't even make my own breakfast w-without risking our h-health..," I choke out, referring both to myself and our unborn baby. Sherlock rubs my back and I feel a wave of guilt, "W-We could lose her because of my f-f-foolish, stupid decision..."

That's when I feel Sherlock's hand dip down to my knees, lifting me up into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, marvelling at his strength while continuing to cry into his purple silk shirt. It's like I've been cracked open and everything negative is oozing out of me from the fissures.  I feel miserable. 

"I'm getting you back to bed, Adelaide-" 

"N-No, please. Anywhere but there, f-for now..." 

He pauses for a minute and then I feel him start walking. Eventually, he sets me down and I find that he's brought me into the living room, and is expanding our futon. Then he gently guides me down onto it before disappearing and returning with a light throw and my favourite pillow, "Is this more acceptable, Angel?" 

I nod and sniffle, holding the fuzzy, soft material to my body before laying down on my left side. He kneels down next to me and strokes my cheek before pressing a loving kiss to my lips, "Would you like me to finish up the sausage for you?" I nod again, "Then I'll be right back. Don't worry, I won't burn them this time." I half-chuckle, which brings a glimmer to his eye as he gets up to attend his task. 

I sigh, placing my hand over my belly as the baby kicks and stretches out. Just hang in there. There's less than two months left. We can do this.

I just have to trust Sherlock to help me through it.

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