Holmes Residence

The doctor had long since left. Sherlock sat on the squeaky chair beside Clarissa's bed, impatiently waiting for her to wake up and explain who the baby belonged to.

A few seconds later, Clarissa stirred on the bed. Sherlock leaned forward, his eyes fixed on her, silently demanding an explanation.

鈥淗oney, what鈥檚 wrong?鈥 Clarissa asked calmly.

鈥淭he doctor said you鈥檙e pregnant.鈥 Sherlock went straight to the point.

Clarissa ...