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Chapter 47

If one could injure their face trying to hide their feelings behind one expression, Jo-Ann would have done so by now. She wasn't upset with the wedding, oh no! In fact, she wasn't even upset with the tipsy guests or the flustered caterer.

It was the wine.

She chose it too, but now it was making her absolutely ill. She didn't want to make it seem as if she was unhappy with it or complaining over something so small, but if she had to take one more bloody sip, she was going to vomit again. Yes, she was experiencing a taste change and she knew exactly what it was from, that's why she was trying to hide it so much.

She was hoping the symptoms of her pregnancy wouldn't be as bad as this so soon, but she was getting hungrier when the trays of snacks where being passed and she was trying not to grab too many. Surely people would get suspicious if they saw her eating so much before dinner was even served. Even if other people noticed, she was worried about Sherlock the most.

What would he think about her pregnancy? Would he even want a child? From everything she knew of him, the answer was no. Jo-Ann sighed a bit, only for a moment, before she had to smile again and continue speaking with a friend. Sherlock noticed, though, and she knew it.

"Oh. Oh my god!" Jo-Ann smiled and set down her drink, picking up her dress a little to speed-walk to the man who just cleared the security. Sherlock looked with confusion as his new wife greeted the guest with a salute. He wore a Major's best uniform and stood with excellent posture, his scarred face smiling a bit at Jo-Ann. Sherlock narrowed his eyes, not liking the way Jo-Ann looked at him with such pride, joy, and old remembrance.

"Major Sholto?" Sherlock leaned towards Marius to ask, keeping his eyes on his wife. Marius nodded happily,

"We didn't think he'd make it here, but Jo-Ann was very hopeful." He smiled and looked at the bride as well. Sherlock let his disinterest show in the twitch of his brow but couldn't help the jealousy rising in his throat. "She said he's an old friend from Afghanistan and the most unsociable man she's ever met."

"He is-He is the most unsociable?" the groom snapped and nodded a little, ignoring Marius's smile. "Well… that's why she's bouncing around him like a.. puppy." He mumbled and looked at the floor. Marius smiled more and put an arm around Sherlock's shoulders, giving him a squeeze.

"Oh Sherlock. Neither of us were the first, you know." He said quietly and looked up at the detective with a signature bittersweet smile. Sherlock glanced at him and understood, but wouldn't show it.

"Stop smiling."

"It's a wedding, Sher." Marius laughed and shook his head while Sherlock walked away to bother Mycroft.

After a gourmet dinner, which Jo-Ann tried not to both scarf down and simultaneously gag at, Marius rose from his seat at the wedding party table and tapped his glass with a clean knife. The small crowd quieted down and Sherlock cursed under his breath. He was not looking forward to this after looking up samples of a best man speech. The last thing he needed at his own wedding was reminders of his abnormal behavior. However, if he trusted anyone with this speech, it would be Marius. It would probably be more praise than anything.

"Well, hello everyone, hope you enjoyed the meal we paid a lot to have." Marius chuckled and cleared his throat. Jo-Ann smiled softly and held Sherlock's hand, leaning forward a bit to see Marius better. "As you all know, I've only known Sherlock and Jo-Ann for about three years now, but in that time, I've gathered plenty of interesting stories of these two and I'll be happy to tell one now." He smirked and Jo-Ann laughed, shaking her head while Sherlock looked legitimately worried.

"Where else can I start than the first meeting?" Marius sighed with a smile and chuckled. "Now usually when your friend's old boyfriend shows up in a disguise of an old man, you'd be sure never to approach either of them again. But I knew my friendship with them would surely be interesting if I stayed and I wasn't wrong. Why, after a few rocky weeks, I was astounded at the love between Sherlock and Jo-Ann. Through trial after trial, I couldn't understand, frankly, why she was sticking around. But then I saw him work, I saw him live." Marius nodded a bit to himself. "One case I remember was at Wellington Barracks, after these two got a letter from a guard who thought he was being stalked. As usual, Sherlock disobeyed all rules and regulations and found said guard in the shower room dead. Now, remember I'm going off of Jo-Ann's description of this." He reminded the audience and Sherlock knew that half the truth of the case was gone and replaced with romance. Not that he hated that.

"Sherlock was the first person the blokes there thought was the murder, since he was already breaking rules." Marius chuckled. "But as Jo-Ann described, he dealt with those accusations quickly and clearly, level-headed and totally unaffected. She was blown away at how calm he was in the face of being accused, though she assumes he's dealt with that a lot." He looked at Sherlock and winked, making the groom roll his eyes. "Then, after the cool guy gets done denying a murder accusation, according to Sherlock, this-" Marius pointed to Jo-Ann, "-fireball of a woman demands to examine the guard's body. She wasn't taking any shit at the moment and completely takes charge, pulling rank and all." He smiled and the audience laughed a bit, as did Jo-Ann. "Sherlock told me that when she examined the body, and found out the bloke was alive, he's never seen her become so serious so fast. She shoots off orders, calling Sherlock nurse, and manages to save this guy's life! After almost bleeding out!" he laughed and the crowd clapped, making Jo-Ann blush.

Marius continued, "But I think, what you guys should really get from this story, is the way these two described each other. See, when they were telling me what happened, separately, their eyes would absolutely glow once they started talking about each other. Jo-Ann got excited in a childish manner, eyes bright and a smile always present and she would laugh every now and then, especially when telling me Sherlock put on a guardsmen hat to sneak in. The kind of excitement she had is still unparalleled. Then, we get to Sherlock, who hides his emotions a little better but man, I could see the stiff in his posture and hear his words get softer when he talked about Jo-Ann. He gave her praise, plain and simple, and that doesn't come from Sherlock very often." He nodded and looked at Sherlock and Jo-Ann, who looked back at him. "When I see the way you two talk about each other, it's impossible for me to ignore the love that goes with that. I think anybody who can talk about their partner like that must have met their soulmate."

Sherlock cringed a bit. Soulmate, he hated that word. As if the human body is made of anything you can't see. However, in terms of genetic traits lining up with each other, and the wonderful fortune of coming together like they did, Sherlock had to agree that no one else could be a closer match to him than Jo-Ann. He looked over at her and smiled a bit, and she squeezed his hand.

"Sherlock…" Marius started with a smile and let out a little sigh. "When I say that you're the most fortunate, most intelligent, most trustworthy, or the wisest man of your time, it isn't as high a compliment as saying you deserve the woman beside you. Treat her well and love her for all time." He said with the kind of softness that made you feel like there was so much meaning you never saw before. Sherlock's eyes widened slightly, his suspicions about his friend truly confirmed. He looked at Jo-ann, and he knew she understood too with unshielded surprise and a little sadness. "To the bride and groom!" Marius said cheerfully, as the revelation didn't seem to reach beyond the three of them, and everyone stood with their champagne glasses raised.

Sherlock held his new bride close, moving in the familiar steps he had taught her weeks before in the empty spaces of the woods with gunfire nearby and they needed to calm down. Jo-Ann kept a hand firmly on his shoulder, the other giving his hand the gentlest of squeezes when they changed direction. The music of Sherlock's creation, the song he created for this specific night, surrounded them and filled Jo-Ann's ears with a kind of relaxation that went unparalleled. The thoughts that nagged her from the night before melted away with the wax from the candles around the room. Sherlock took her around the waist and dipped her back with the flourished end of the song, showing her a little smirk on the corner of his lips that said it wasn't entirely formal to do. She smiled and held his shoulders as he pulled her back up, their friends and family cheering softly and clapping a little when she planted a kiss on his lips. The band who played his song – not to the full extent of its greatness, Sherlock would add – gave the groom the microphone for a last announcement.

"Ladies and Gentlemen-" Sherlock said, obviously in a hurry to get the public speaking over with, "-thank you so much for coming out and eating and dancing, we truly appreciate the support you have shown for the three of us- the two, the two of u-us." He said and Jo-Ann quickly lost her smile and turned pale with worry. "Two of us, miss-counted there, got off track, back now, please drink and would the band playsomemusicpleasethankyou." He said in a hurry and quickly walked down from the platform, creating some confusion. The band did start up again, however, and everyone forgot their troubles.

Except for Jo-Ann.

"That was one deduction I wasn't exactly counting on revealing." Sherlock said with a bit of shame while Marius approached them as well.

"Wh-What do you mean the three of us Sher?" Jo-Ann asked with a slight chuckle, trying to play off her fear as too many drinks. Perhaps he meant he was going to ask Marius for some kind of polygamy arrangement. That was better than him finding out, anyway.

"Increased appetite, taste change, you said you couldn't fit your dress so well, morning sickness." He listed off and looked at her. "You… didn't know?" She gulped and played with her fingers a bit and looked down, tearing up a little. Damn hormones.

"Wait, didn't know what?" Marius asked and frowned a bit.

"I'm pregnant." Jo-Ann nodded, deciding to confirm it herself rather than be humiliated. Marius's eyes widened, looking between both of them quickly. Sherlock nodded a little.

"The first trimester statistics are-"

"Sherlock!" Jo-Ann cried though she was trying to keep her voice down and took a shaky breath. "Why aren't you panicking? Leaving me? Asking me to get it aborted, something?" Sherlock looked at her with disbelief, eyebrows pulled together as he cautiously took her hands.

"Jo-Ann." He said calmly and looked at her though she wouldn't meet his gaze. "Why would I ask you to destroy the potential of another great Holmes? With our combined genes, this child will be nothing short of great." She looked up at him and sniffed, blinking away tears.

"What about timing? W-We've just got married and now we are going to have a child?"

"A great child. And we've been married unofficially for a while now, don't you think?"

She nodded slightly. "They… will be pretty great, won't they?"

"Yes. And don't worry about being a mother, you've already taken care of a pretty big baby." Marius said and smirked and Sherlock shook his head a bit with a smile, eventually laughing and nodding. Jo-Ann began smiling and laughed with relief, holding Sherlock's hands tight and thanking Marius.

"Alright then," she turned back to her groom and smiled a little more. "I guess we're having a baby then."

"Percival Julian Holmes, if you don't get down here straight away you are going to be late for school!" Jo-Ann yelled up the stairs of 221, by the door and getting her coat and gloves on. Today was Percy's first day of primary school and she would be damned if he didn't make a good first impression. The little boy with curled ashy blond hair hopped down the steps in his new uniform, his tie slightly out of place. He had the eyes of his father but the jaw of his mother, along with her freckles. She smiled and fixed his hair quickly and his tie. "Sherlock! Come send him off!" she called and fixed Percy's shoes, making him whine.

Sherlock came down the stairs, hair disheveled and dressed in a bedsheet again. He hadn't aged much in six years, though a few little grey hairs hidden in his curls.

"How come father can not get dressed but I have to wear this?" Percy complained a little and fixed his jacket.

"Because father is going to sit around and think all day and you'll be doing that in a public place." Sherlock supplied and yawned. Jo-Ann waved him on a bit to be more encouraging. "I mean… have fun and stay away from drugs. Also get good marks and all."

"What if I am bad at something?" Percy asked and looked up at him. Sherlock sighed a bit and pat his head.

"Think like a Holmes and you'll be fine. Though you should feel things like your mother does if you absolutely have to." He said and shooed him off to the door. Jo-Ann smiled and kissed Sherlock's cheek, quietly giving him a thankful nod and taking Percy outside.

"Mummy, why does Father always pat my head?"

"I dunno dear, I guess he likes to pat your head." She replied and waited for a cab to come by.

"Does he think I am a dog?" Percy looked up and asked, leaning his head back on her belly. Jo-Ann smiled and shook her head a bit.

"No, I think he likes your hair, that's all. Do you want to be a dog?"

"Some days." He nodded.

"Well we can play make-believe some days and you can be a dog."

"Oh I would like that." Percy played with his mother's hands by her face and picked at her wedding ring. Jo-Ann smiled and kissed his head. "Mummy, what does Father mean when he says to.. think like a Holmes?"

"I believe he means to just be yourself, that's all. You are a Holmes after all."

"But Father named me after a chemical-ist and what if I am not as smart as a chemical-ist?"

"Chemist, dear." Jo-Ann said and turned him around and knelt down before him. "Percy, your father and I will be proud of you no matter how smart you are or how much you think like a Holmes or not. You're our little Percy, and we love you just the same." She said clearly and smiled, pulling him into a hug.

Mrs. Hudson came out of the house with a napkin full of cookies to share with classmates, though they knew he would probably eat them on the way. The landlady said her goodbyes and Percy looked up and waved to the window that Sherlock was watching from. Sherlock waved back a little bit and smiled softly, watching his wife and his son, who he treasured more than they knew, climb into the cab.

About an hour later, Jo-Ann came back to 221B with a smile on her face and plopped down on the sofa, lying her head back and letting out a sigh. Sherlock strolled out of their room, fully dressed and bathed now.

"How was the school?" he asked while fixing his sleeve.

"Clean, friendly, in a safe area." Jo-Ann reported with her head still back.

"The staff?"

"All approachable and definitely not molesters or criminals."

"Looked at their files?"

"Snuck in while they thought I was leaving. All good." She said. Sherlock nodded a bit and sat down beside her, letting her lean into him.

"Well done, Mrs. Holmes."

"Thank you Mr. Holmes." She smiled and wrapped her arms around his side. "You could have checked all that yourself though." She nuzzled his cheek. Sherlock huffed and shrugged a bit.

"I had to check a lead for a case."

"Nah you were just worried you'd bring him back here and homeschool him, weren't you?" Jo-Ann teased. "'Uncle Marius' is right you know, you love him too much to let somebody else teach him." Sherlock looked down and fixed his pants a little despite them not being wrinkled.

"I thought we agreed a state school would be better for his social life…"

"It is." She chuckled softly and played with his hair. "He'll be fine, don't worry."

"I'm not worried." He shook his head a bit and got up. "Come on, we have a case to solve."

Jo-Ann smiled to herself and stood with a small stretch, listening to Sherlock go on with his rambling about the latest lead he got and thought how she might report this one on her blog. Sherlock was just as grateful as ever to have his doctor around.

-The End-

So, that was His Doctor. I really enjoyed writing it, and wish I could have gone on further, but my college schedule isn't allowing it and I felt the story had just reached its end. I am so thankful for all of you readers and I can't tell you how much your support has influenced me to be a better writer.

Thank you all 3

*P.S. In the future, what do you think of a companion piece centered around Marius? comment your opinions!*