Dear Readers, this is the last one. It was a pleasure that you all came with me in this journey. Thanks for your reviews again, I think all the questions will be answered in this chapter. Reviews are still would be very appreciated. Hope you like the ending.

Ch19

"Stay here with me." he whispered into her ear. Irene didn't move. Sherlock wanted her to be aware of that he knew about the child she was expecting, but didn't want to talk about it yet so he gently stroked her belly.

"I know I was a selfish dick. You know that I am not very experienced in this kind of relationships but I will try my best. Please stay with me." For that Irene forced herself to turn towards Sherlock and gazed at him. She had tears in her eyes but put herself together.

"You should have said things like that weeks ago; instead you said it was complicated." Sherlock closed his eyes for a moment and nodded.

"I uh... sort of... For me it's difficult to deal with ... changes. I've never imagined myself as a settled down man. I know it's almost impossible to live with me." "And despite of it you want me to stay?" Irene inner smile was growing behind her tears. "Yes." Suddenly a thought came into Irene's mind. "You didn't want me to come to London to help you, did you?" "No." Irene watched him questioningly and he added. "I've already done everything. Today I gave the police all damning evidence against the whole organisation. If they won't screw it up - which is almost impossible but let's hope - everything will be clear in three weeks."

"But I am still a dead person here, and your brother will surely notice me in your flat. He is not that dumb." Irene chuckled. "Mycroft will have to get use to see you. By the way he already knows that you are alive and in this moment he is quite busy in creating a new ID for you." and Sherlock was smiling because Irene, perhaps even without noticing it, said yes to his demand. "How did you do that?" "I blackmailed him, but I really can't tell you what with, it would do awful things with his reputation." he said with serious face. Irene chuckled but then her face became serious.

"Since when do you know about it?" and she took her hand onto Sherlock's on her abdominal. "Well, Falchi congratulated me first and I didn't know why but after that I got suspicious. Then I found your vitamins and realized that on the balcony there are only my cigarette's stumps in the ashtray. And the last evidence was your body's change." "If you were a gentleman you wouldn't recognize that." Irene sad with a fake pique. "I've never said I was one. You didn't plan to tell me, did you?" "To be honest, I didn't. If I do not fit into your life how could fit a child?" Sherlock didn't answer immediately; he knew that Irene was right. He hardly could imagine himself as a family man. Never could but had never tried. "All I know is that I don't want you out of my life."

Irene smirked and suddenly bent above Sherlock and grabbed the small package from his night stand and laid down back next to Sherlock. "Is this for me?" "No" Sherlock answered too quickly and tried to take it out of her hand. "Well...yes...but...give it to me!" Irene chuckled and reached her arm to hold it further from Sherlock. "No way!" and started to unpack it. Sherlock sighed and leaned back and gave up getting it back. Irene found a small bag in it and inside the bag there was a simple silver ring.

Irene was stunned she really wasn't expecting that. She held the ring for a minute in her hand and was just staring at it. Sherlock was lying on his back and with closed eyes he was waiting her reactions. Then he suddenly felt her lips on his for a long kiss then she whispered into his ear. "Well, Mr Holmes, let's try it." with that she slipped her left hand into his and he felt the simple ring on her finger.

...

Mycroft Holmes was not a usual guest in Baker Street since Irene had moved in, actually he was there only once when he brought Irene's new ID, but then he didn't meet Irene because she was sleeping.

Two month after, he visited Sherlock for asking his help in very discreet case. A high positioned government member was killed in his lover's flat. Well, that was his justification but his real motivation was to see how that could happen that his brother and that woman still hadn't killed each other.

When he entered the flat John and Sherlock were having breakfast while Mrs Hudson was crawling around them.
"Good morning Mrs Hudson, John, Sherlock!" he said and set down into John's armchair. Sherlock looked out from behind his newspaper. "Ah, Mycroft. No!" "You don't even know what I was going to say." sighed Mycroft. "I am busy so I won't help you in any case." "And with what are you exactly busy? You hadn't got a case from the police for two weeks." "I have other things to do." "No, you don't."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and with a sigh he folded up his paper and said "Well then, send me the details." Mycroft was just about to stand up from the armchair but suddenly he found something unusual on his brother, he wore a ring. "What is that on your finger?" Sherlock made bored face. "What does it look like?" "I presume Miss Adler has a similar one." "Last time I checked she had." "Don't take upon yourself Mycroft. Neither did I know about it." John was smiling nicely. "Well I better go I'll send you the details bro..." In that moment Irene came out from Sherlock's bedroom in a long nighty, but her growing belly was quite visible. "Ah, good morning dear brother in law." Irene smirked and elegantly headed to the kitchen. Mycroft was just sitting there and was staring towards the kitchen without a word.

Finally he turned his head towards Sherlock but his eyes remained on Irene. "Is there anything you feel like telling me brother?" "Hmm...nope." Sherlock answered while was typing on his phone. Mycroft put himself together, stood up and took his umbrella." "Morning." he said and left with pained expression.

When John heard shutting the main door he said looking grave "You are an ass, Sherlock, you know." and he chuckled then both started to laugh. "Ahh, his face! It was hilarious." added John who still couldn't breathe properly.

After Mycroft get himself over his first stunning getting in the car he was smiling. His assistant, Anthea was sitting in there and was typing on her phone but looked up when he set next to her. Looking at the smiling Mycroft she knitted her eyebrows and asked "Is everything all right?" "Yes, yes." then he added "My dysfunctional brother finally seems to have a moderately normal life."