We’re okay. Getting on with things. Every day is hard, but we keep going because he wanted us to. Christmas was difficult, the way we thought it would be.

Mycroft is doing better too.

I can’t write anymore right now. Lou wants me to get her bike out to go to the park.

(OOC Notice)

Thanks for everyone who has read this RP over the last year and then some! We are obviously wrapping things up so I’ll be posting less and less now. I’ll probably write a couple of updates soon. But I’m running out of steam for new story, and I just want to do what Sherlock wanted for them, which was to let them live. 

Thanks

Torry

Our princess is still asleep. They’re happy that everything is under control and nothing is amiss from their scans so they’ll wake her up in a little while. She’s just putting herself under pressure about Christmas even though we’re doing nothing towards it and have the least stressful day planned, but anticipation of something has always been a big problem for her. I’m hiding that damned scrapbook when I get home.

Sherlock,

I should have written sooner, I’m sorry; my therapist likes me to write these. Not that I wouldn’t anyway.

Melissa is having twins. Twins, Sherlock... Soon there will be another two tiny little people with Watson in them out in the world. And she invited me to the scan appointment. Tiny recognisable human beings already. They did suspect from her hormone levels, and it was IVF, so more likely. But, they couldn’t find the second little one on the first scan. She went to that one with a friend... it was when I was only just starting work, and we know how well that went.

Speaking of Louise, she’s somehow incredibly allergic to crustaceans and molluscs. They confirmed that with testing last week, then we had an enforced sleepover at Molly and Greg’s. It was too cold and icey to take Lou back out. Then it snowed... so we spent the night and stayed for brunch and puzzles the next day. We left mid afternoon when it suddenly went warm enough to thaw, and Louise was happy to go back out.

She’s struggling, love. Really quite badly, with Christmas. If it isn’t her being upset by the general stuff, it’s her fixation on looking at all your planning bits from last year. She scrapbooked them with you, remember? And she seems attracted to getting it out and looking at it in your chair. Except she panics and triggers a seizure. And this time it was not stopping. So, guess where I’m writing this from? Oh go on, deducing this should be easy. Ten points if you realised it’s the Emergency Department. She was still in status when we got here, so they’ve sedated her.

James is on his way in, hopefully with your brother. I’m trying to involve him... I’m not all that certain that staying off the booze is working for him. It’s hard for me and I have plenty of distractions at home, and people relying on me, who need me not to drink. Mycroft has himself right now... a bubble. I need him to realise we need him... Lou, needs him.

I have to go, there’s a doctor waiting to speak to me.

I love you. I miss you.

Always yours,

John xxx

@lou-watson-15 Bee? I have some news. Do you want to come down and see me?

Melissa has a scan appointment and lacking anyone else to take (she planned this on her own) I’m going. It means a lot to me that she trusts me this way and wants to take me. She has no one else to be honest. It was one of her motivations for looking for us, and for doing this. I want to be there for her.

We’re staying here anyway… the temperature has dropped below freezing and it’s now an ice rink out there. Molly and Greg have the spare room made up anyway and a camp bed for Louise.

It’s sort of nice being somewhere else but with company.