Epilogue- We're Pregnant!

The 2 weeks in Rome were the best weeks ever. Everything seemed new- even sex- now that we were husband and wife. WE did everything possible, in the heat and in my condition that we could do. Daniel even indulged me and took me on the 'Angels and Demons' tour around Rome. This meant that we got to go and see Vatican City. We took the train down to Naples one day and had a picnic in the shadow of the volcano, Mount Vesuvius. Daniel spoilt me rotten and answered to my every calling or craving- most of the time that was him. No- honestly- we could not keep our hands off of each other, not helped by my hormones.

Then it was time to head home. We were greeted by rain as we embarked from the plane. (Typical British weather-even for early August). Daniel took his jacket off and held it over our heads as we dashed to the terminal. It took us a while to get through passport control but once we were-officially-back in Britain, we headed straight to the taxi rank and headed for Baker Street. I had been rehearsing what I was going to say- that I had been lying to them for almost 5 months. Daniel reassured me that most of them would have twigged, even if they hadn't said anything, the Holmes brothers at the forefront.

In no time at all, the cab pulled up in front of the flat. Daniel paid the cabbie, got our bags and helped me out. I opened the flat door and followed Daniel upstairs. He knocked on the door and opened it. I heard people gasping and squealing as they saw Daniel and he got pulled into the room. I wrapped my cardigan round me, hoping to conceal my ever growing bump. As I walked into the room, Sally squealed loudly and pulled me into a crushing hug.

"Hey!" I gasped, "Be careful Sal!"

"Why?" She asked and then gasped as she looked down.

I smiled, "That's why."

Sally looked back up at me, "Why didn't you tell us? You know we would have understood."

"Told us what?" asked John, looking at us, curiously.

"That…" I said, taking Daniel's hand, "We're pregnant!"

Everyone gasped.

"I found out before the wedding, which is why it was so rushed."
Mary, Molly and Mrs Hudson all came and hugged us. Molly put her hands on my bump. "How far gone are you?" she asked.

"About 20 weeks."

"So, I'm going to be a grandma?" she asked with tears in her eyes.

I nodded, tears in my eyes too, "And Sherlock will be a grandpa!"

John laughed. "I can't wait to see that!" and everyone laughed, including Sherlock.

Daniel looked at everyone, "Our baby is going to be so blessed, having such a big and caring family." There were nods of agreement. Then we all got talking about the baby and the honeymoon. I was busy talking to Emily about names when Lestrade pulled me away.

"Abi, have you told Anthony and Karen?" he asked in a hushed voice.

"No. Why should I?" I asked, annoyed.

He looked at me sternly, "Abi, I understand that you are pissed at them, but they are going to be grandparents after all. They have a right to know."

I looked back at him sternly. "No. They don't. Now, if you'll excuse me inspector, I have to unpack." And I left the room and headed upstairs.

Once in the safety of my room, I let out a sob and then the tears started flowing. There was a knock on the door. "Abi, its Daniel."

I sighed, composed myself and opened the door. But once I saw his face, the tears began flowing again.

"Abi?" he asked, concerned, "What is it?"

"We have to tell Anthony and Karen."

"We don't. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do." He said, sitting me down on the bed.

"Daniel, like it or not, they are my parents, they are our child's grandparents, they need to know."

Daniel nodded. Then he handed me a card with a number on it. Handing me his phone he said, "Call them."

Hands shaking, I dialled the number. The receiver picked up, "Hello?" said Anthony's voice.

"It's Abigail." I said, shakily.

"Abigail!" he gasped, "This is such a surprise. We didn't expect you to call."
"I wouldn't have. But we have some news that involves you."

"What is it, sweetie?" he asked.

I sighed, looked at Daniel, who nodded encouragingly.

"I'm pregnant."

THE END