OK, so it's my first multi-chapter fic, and its just soo short!! It's hardly 3 pages in word. It doesn't really make sense but somehow it seemed rather possible to me.

I am not really in the mood to write about feelings (I'd get insanely corny) but I swear I'll have more feeling… later, when don't I write when I should be sleeping.

Hope it's not to OOC, if it is, please tell cause I'm seriously considering rewriting it, if it's not please tell me If I should continue!

Any ideas for a different name are welcome!!

Glowingly

It had been over 2 years, he was walking back home only to have the world stop spinning and every living creature disappear when he spotted her.

He took her in with wide eyes as she walked confidently towards him. She was wearing an exquisite dark green kimono, her slightly longer curls were cascading over her delicate shoulders, the sides of her mouth were up in a huge radiant smile, but as she came closer he noticed the purple bags under her beautiful yet tired emerald eyes, she wasn't wearing any kind of make up and she seemed younger, naïve, he'd dare to say, she also looked thinner except for the protuberance she was trying to hide underneath the unusual gown…

"My Dear Sherlock!" she exclaimed happily when she was standing in front of him "It's such a delight to see you again" her smile didn't falter the slightest bit.

Still in shock he swallowed and focused on her face "Irene" he addressed as merrily as possible "I'm afraid the delight is thoroughly mine" he said quite sincerely. Her smile widened further and like a magnet he felt one side of his mouth being pulled upwards.

Her eyes shined at him with something he could not put his finger on, it was lighter than sadness and deeper than amusement, softer than teasing and just plain adorable.

"Would you like to have some tea with me?" he blurted out, he really just wanted to keep on examining her. Her smile relaxed and her eyes softened, he couldn't help stealing a glance at her hand in her belly.

"That would be very nice, Sherlock" he positioned his arm for her to take it. She looked at him worriedly, he smiled and nodded once, then she hesitantly grabbed his arm, without any permission his smile widened a little and she beamed back at him.

They walked in silence to 221B Baker Street. Once inside, Holmes asked Mrs. Hudson to bring their tea to his studio. When he opened the door for her to come in she sighed and started looking around, he noticed she wasn't touching anything, her hands rested happily on her stomach.

He was anxious; he suspected her kindness to be a façade and was expecting her to drop it once they were alone.

After a detailed look around she finished by noticing her photograph in the exact same place it used to be "You haven't changed at all, have you?" she laughed, looking up, she noticed his preoccupied stance and serious face, she sighed tiredly and looked down at her fingers tracing the patterns of the fabric on her stomach.

It occurred to Holmes that maybe she was expecting exactly the same he was expecting from her.

They stayed in awkward silence for a few minutes, then Mrs. Hudson came in with their tea. When she saw Irene she stared at Holmes in shock, he stared back questioningly, glancing briefly at Irene he understood and shook his head no, Mrs. Hudson looked unconvinced but left anyways.

Irene was sitting down serving their tea, "how much sugar?" she asked coolly.

"None" he said carefully as he walked back to the table.

"Honey?"

"No" he mumbled as he sat down in front of her.

"Here" she handed him his cup and sat back, raising her own cup to her lips. She stopped when she noticed Holmes staring at her, she couldn't believe he still thought she would poison him. So she held his eyes, daring him to sniff his tea. He proved to be one the smartest people in London when he confidently lifted his cup and, without unlocking their gazes, drank half his tea unflinchingly.

She stared at him in surprise, her mouth slightly open. He stared back intensely, after a while she smiled and went back to her tea.

"So tell me, what have you been up to since we last met?" she asked conversationally "What was it? A year ago?"

"Two years, actually" he replied, a little offended.

"Oh" she seemed to sense this "I feel like it was just yesterday" she lied smilingly. That crushed his mood. Of course she wouldn't stop lying! He thought scornfully.

He was looking at the table when the corner of his mouth twisted for a split second, almost unnoticeably, but Irene knew every quick little contortion of his face too well.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here" she murmured as she stood.

"What! Why?" he protested, his head snapping up to look at her. "What did you want from me?" he flinched a little, he didn't intend to be rude but he was suddenly desperate to keep her inside that room.

"You don't think I would visit just because I missed you?" she whispered indignantly. She didn't notice her little slip, nor did she notice Holmes briefly furrowing his brows.

"No" he said simply, her eyes narrowed in disbelief "You want some kind of favor" he stated. She stared at him through glassy eyes, because she knew he was right.

She sniffed and raised her chin pridefully "Yes, I do need something from you" she said as coldly as possible.

His jaw tightened slightly and his eyes slipped to her hands squeezing the fabric covering her abdomen.

"Well?" he said when she didn't continue "What is it you need from me?" this time he was careful not to sound too brusque.

She looked distressed, nibbling on her lower lip and running her eyes over every single feature in his face. She sighed.

"I need protection" she flinched visibly as she said it but tried to retain as much dignity as possible by looking at him square in the eye

His eyebrows knitted together, he briefly considered teasing her, but he could see it was truly embarrassing for her. She usually ran away from protection and straight into the danger.

"But you said you were very capable of protecting yourself" he wondered, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I can protect myself" she said fiercely "it's him I can't protect" she added in a whisper, glancing down at her round belly.

"Who?" he asked with exaggerated ignorance. She could see a spark of amusement in his eyes.

"I'm pregnant" she announced faking seriousness. He gasped a very false gasp, his eyes opened wide and his hand went to his chest.

"Really? I would have never imagined it!" she started laughing, he just smiled at her.

"Are you done laughing at me now?" he asked when her laughter died down.

"Yes" she answered cynically. "Are you done smiling?"

"Is my smile so hideous that you don't want it in my face?"

"No! not at all!" she amended "Actually, it should be there more often, it's healthy for you".

But ignoring the benefits to his very damaged health, he went serious again. "How far along are you?" he asked clinically.

"What?! The best detective in London doesn't know?" she was perfectly imitating his previous display of fake surprise. He just sighed and rolled his eyes.

Was it too out of character? When did you realize/suspect she was preggers? Was it too out of character? Did I use any word too much? Was it too out of character? Was Holmes being a softie? Was it too out of character? Was it disgustingly sappy? Was it too out of character? Does it even make sense? WAS IT TOO OUT OF CHARACTER? AM I PARANOID? Please tell me!!