You set the table according to the plan and smoothed out your ruffled hair. The last 4 hours had been a mad rush. After coming back from the grocery store, you had slapped on your apron and became a world class baker. You made pastries, cookies, and cakes quite often, but this experiment was... new to say the least. You lit the candles in the middle of the table and set the lights low in the kitchen. The room had a red glow, and you smiled proudly. Just in time, the front door to your flat opened.
"Why hello Mrs. Moriarty," chimed the all too familiar voice. You turned around, smiling maliciously at the handsome man in front of you. Shadows danced around his face, and his eyes were too dark to be seen. You went to hug him, but he put up his hands to stop you.
"Let me wash my hands first, I've been doing some dirty work tonight." You chuckled darkly.
"Did they deserve it?"
"They always do," he answered back, drying his hands on the hand towel. You watched the muscles of his arm flex with each movement and you licked your lips hungrily. Eyeing your creation on the table, he walked over with a curious look playing on his features.
"What do we have here?"
"Well," you started, taking a deep breath, "it's a cake." He motioned to the sheet that was covering it from view, obviously confused. "It's underneath," you assured.
"What's the special occasion?" he teased, wrapping a single arm around you and pulling you closer. His lips rested just above your ear and he planted a small kiss. Your heart leaped into your throat, but you swallowed it back down.
"Cut the cake and you'll find out," you smirked. He cocked his head sideways, giving you a look like he was trying to figure you out. He grabbed the knife that sat beside the cake on the table. He readied himself, and motioned for you to removed the sheet. You ripped it off, unveiling your art as if it was being showcased in a museum. It took a second for Jim to recognize what the cake was, what it meant. You too took this chance to run your eyes over it as well.
You had done quite well on the body shape, making it actually look like a person. The outline of the hair was the hardest, but you thought it looked more like a girl than a guy. It also helped that the human figure had a big circle where it's stomach should be, and you hoped that with all those clues, Jim would realize it was a pregnant woman rather than an old man with a beer belly. Jim stared at it for a couple more seconds, his eyes still an unreadable black.
Then he dropped the knife.
"Jim! Are you okay? That could have cut off your toe!" you scolded. "Though now that I think about it, that would've been pretty cool," you laughed awkwardly. He looked at you, and his eyes no longer looked menacing and fierce; instead they resembled to brown pools of melted dark chocolate. He glanced at the cake, then back up at you.
Then you were engulfed. He picked you up, spinning you around in endless circles. He set you down and leaned down to your stomach, planting tiny kisses under your shirt.
"We're having one of our own. Our own little blood thirsty child!" he squealed excitedly. You breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he had handled it better than you thought. "I have so much to teach him... or her?" He looked at you expectedly.
"I don't know the sex yet," you admitted. He picked you up and set you on the table so you were eye level.
"I don't care whether it's a boy or a girl or a hybrid alien creature. I'm just happy that," he voice broke suddenly, cracking at the edges, "that I'm going to be a dad. And that you'll be the mom." You grabbed his face and kissed him softly. He pulled away. "I am the dad right?" You smacked him on the arm, shaking your head and trying to act like you weren't laughing at him on the inside. He kissed your neck sweetly, and you smiled, content with the moment. Then you remembered.
"The cake has raspberry filling. Here let me show you," you offered quickly. You picked the knife off the ground and sliced right down the middle of the body. Raspberry filling gathered on the knife and dripped like blood.
"I like the added effect," he smirked. His eyes turned dark again, and he stood behind you, his hands resting religiously on your belly.
You couldn't have asked for a better moment: the three of you together, happily gathered around a bloody body.
A/N
1. Sherpression is freaking real and it's killing me.
2. Today I changed the words from TSwift's song "Last Kiss" to "First Kiss" and totally based it off of my obsession with Grupert. (Pretty clever lyrics if I say so myself)
3. I love that my fanfic had turned into a chat room for people; it makes me incredibly happy.
4. Today was senior skip day - went hiking and to the beach. Paying for it in my english and math classes for the next couple days though. Oh well. *shrugs*
5. The other day I experienced sleep paralysis for the first time and it was thee scariest thing ever. Literally was trying to scream and move my arm and like I knew I was asleep still and was trying to wake up but I couldn't move and I could see my living room but I wasn't awake still and my mom thought it was a dog outside but it was actually me just whimpering. But eventually I woke up and felt like I could breathe again. So yeah.
Hope you guys enjoyed this Moriarty one. I realized I hadn't done one in a looooooooong time.
Thank you for the reads and comments and votes. Much appreciated, as usual.
Also, I'm very annoyed by Wattpad because it won't tell me every comment I get so like once every 2 weeks I have to go through all my stories and try to find comments I missed. Very time consuming. But it's also fun to look back at old comments :)
Random: What's the scariest dream you've ever had?
Night/Morning.
(6. Played Headbands like they did in Sherlock for 3 hours with my friends last night and we did what John did and put my friends name on her forehead and she could not guess it lol.)