Jonny and Lucy

That night Sherlock slept on the couch, He didn't want to make things Mehr awkward with Joan. When he woke, he thought about what to say to her, he couldn't just ignore this. He sat up and saw Irene in the kitchen.
'Your up early.'
'Couldn't sleep, What about you?'
'A lot on my mind.' Irene went and sat Weiter to him.
'Here.' She handed him a cup of tea.
'Thank you.' He took a sip.
'So what's on your mind?' Sherlock remained silent, just staring at his tea. 'Does it have something to do with Du sleeping on the couch?'
'It doesn't matter.' He leaned vorwärts-, nach vorn and placed his cup on the table.
'Joan?'
'...We..We...

After a couple of days, Joan was discharged but they kept Sherlock in for Mehr observation along with Mycroft. As his brother slept, Sherlock couldn't help but blame himself. If he knew Moriarty was in London his would never have come and this probably wouldn't have happened. Joan crept in along with this Joseph.
'Hey.'
'Hey.' She gave him a quick kiss. 'How are Du feeling?'
'I'm fine, i don't know why...'
'It's just a precaution.'
'I know.. but i want to go Home with Du and this little one. How is he?'
'He's good, feels so weird..I didn't expect to have him for another three months..and now..here...