I wake up in complete nudity, on an enormous bed.
My back is pressed against a fit torso, and soft breathes tickle my bare shoulder.
There's an arm locked around my waist, and a strong scent of peppermint fills the room.
Shit.
Who knew wine could be so strong?
I wince slightly, and shift, turning to face him.
His face is so calm, he doesn't seem as devious and sexy as he usually does.
I feel a sharp pain in my head, as I try to remember what happened last night.
I can't remember anything from before I gulped down that bloody blood wine.
Slowly, I begin to remember the detective...the one with a kid. The one on drugs now, apparently.
It's not that much of a surprise, I'm into a few as well.
Yet there's still something bugging me.
I bite my bottom lip anxiously.
What if that kid really is mine?
What if...what I can't remember is having a kid with Sherlock Holmes?
It's only a matter of time before I notice Jim's eyes pop open, his irises staring at me, as I mentally debate through my painful headache.
"You were amazing last night." He smiles, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand, while his other arm is still locked around my waist.
"So were you." I smile, even though I can't remember.
He viciously leans in and kisses me, and I join in willingly.
He helps get my mind off the important stuff.
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"You've been sitting there staring out the window since breakfast, Y/N. What's wrong?" Jim asks me.
"I'm bored." I whine.
"What do you want to do, darlin'?" He asks me.
"I found it fun messing with Sherlock yesterday. Mind if I have some fun with him today too?" I ask, grinning.
He chuckles softly.
"Of course, but you're going to be in some trouble if you come home late, you hear me?" He tells me.
"Thank you...my king." I stand up and hug him.
He pulls away, sliding his hands down to my waist, staring at me intently.
"I like the sound of that..." He grins, mumbling seducively, before placing kisses on my neck.
I pull away teasingly and exit out the door, after grabbing my outerwear.
Worriedly making my way to the car, I start the engine and speed to 221b anxiously.
Something feels wrong. Sherlock Holmes wasn't lying. I don't know why I'm thinking this now, but I've been worried all day, for the kid.
When I arrive I knock, waiting a minute, before getting out my hairpin and picking the lock.
"William?" I call, running up the stairs.
I see William asleep on the sofa, but I don't see Sherlock.
Walking over to the sofa, I hold William in my arms tightly, close to my chest.
What am I doing...?
Is he really my son?
"W-What are y-y-you doing here?" I hear Sherlock Holmes' thick british accent ask, as he walks out from the restroom, his face pale, his eyes bloodshot, red around his eyes, dark circles, veins popping out like there's no tomorrow.
I set William back on the sofa, placing a blanket on him.
He smells like...
Cocaine.
How come I smell it on William too?
That's not right, he shouldn't have been around while he was doing it, thats just wrong, what the hell.
He could be my son for all I know.
"You did drugs while...while William..." I panic, unable to finish my sentence.
He stares at me, confusion all over his face.
"Y-You're not supposed to...to-t-to do drugs while he's around. How could you?!" I scream.
He doesn't speak.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" My eyes widen with tears, as I grab a hold of the collar of his shirt and pull him close, looking into his eyes.
A tear falls from his own eye, as he stares at me blank, and expressionless.
"Is he my child?" I ask him softly, my expression becoming weak.
My heart begins to ache as I shudder, waiting for a reply, whilst keeping my tight grip on the collar of his shirt.
"Say something!" I yell.
"He's our child, Y/N...why don't you remember...why?" He asks, cupping my face with his hands and wiping my tears, as I slowly let go of him.
"No..." I cry, backing away from him.
"What's wrong...what's stopping you?" He asks hastily.
"You. You're a liar. William is mine, and mine only. I'm taking him with me. He's not safe here with...with an addict." I shudder, quickly picking William up from the sofa.
I may be an addict as well, but I definitely would never do something scented in front of a child.
His face goes pale, and he stares off into the distance.
"Look at you. I knew you weren't his real father, you won't even put up a fight to keep him! You're corrupt. That's what you are." I spit.
"Whatever makes...m-makes you happy, Y/N...I will always love you." He says, blankly, his face drained of all emotion. He looks severely ill, but I could care less at this point.
"Save it." I scoff, before exiting the flat and making my way to the penthouse.
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"Are you sure he's yours?" Jim asks.
"Positive. I don't know whom the father is. C-Can he please live with us, Jim? He's m-my son and I..." I start to tear up.
"Shh...of course he can, butterfly." Jim whispers softly, wiping my tears, as I smile and hug him.
He organizes a room for William within ten minutes, and I decide to put William to bed shortly after.
"Goodnight." I smile down at his beautiful eyes staring up at me.
Just like Holmes'...
No, Y/N...he's not what you think. He never was.
"M-Mumm-mm-y?" William asks.
I smile at the title I am given.
"Yes?" I answer.
"Where's dad-a?" He frowns.
"He's...um--" I try to make an excuse.
"Right here." Jim interrupts grandly.
I turn to see him by the front door of William's room, and smile, gesturing him over.
"This is your father, my sweet William." I smile, stroking his cheek with my pinky, getting a bad headache for a minute.
Have I done this before?
I stand up and grip my head tightly to the pain, as Jim takes my seat and says hi to William.
"You alright, doll?" He asks.
"I'm fine." I answer, collecting myself.
We tuck William in bed, and exit the room, Jim shuts the door and we smile at each other outside.
"He kinda doesn't like me." Jim laughs.
"Aw, what'd he do?" I ask playfully.
"Bit my finger, kept chanting 'no'." Jim frowns adorably.
"He'll take some time, but I'm sure he'll get used to you. You'll be a great father." I tell him.
"Y/N...you know I can't marry you." He says softly.
"Yea, I know...it's okay, it's so you don't get caught in any criminal records, I understand. We can still start a family though, right?" I ask.
"Of course we can start a family..." He grins.
I smile before he leans in and kisses me.
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"Jim..." I groan.
"What's wrong?" He asks, waking up from his sleep.
"I-I need it." I tell him.
"Now? It's like four in the morning." He tells me.
"Jim...please..." I shudder.
"Alright, butterfly, come on." He says sleepily, helping me up and taking me to the sofa in the living room.
I'm slumped on the sofa in my velvet nightgown, as Jim gets out a mini case, packed with syringes and vials.
He picks me up and sets me on his lap, after filling a syringe with the liquid from a vial.
Holding my left arm straight out, he injects the syringe in me, filling me with it's ever so satisfying contents.
I let out a small gasp, as I take in the pleasure.
"M-Mummy...I c-can't sleep..." I hear William say.
I open my eyes a bit to see his blurred silhouette by the door, but can't bring myself to say anything.
So good...
"Mummy is busy right now, William. Go on off to bed, I'll be right there." Jim says quietly, as he injects more into me.