Kisses at Baker Street
Well, you’re hardly gonna need me around now that you got a real baby on the way.
I am the most unpleasant, rude, ignorant and all round obnoxious asshole that anyone could have the misfortune to meet. I am dismissive of the virtuous, unaware of the beautiful and uncomprehending in the face of the happy, so if I didn’t understand that I was being asked to be best man it is because I never expected to be anybody’s best friend. And certainly not the best friend of the bravest, kindest, wisest human being I have ever had the good fortune of knowing.
what if mary gets killed sometime after she has the baby
and john and sherlock are left to raise him or her on their own
it would be like a really tragic and depressing version of parentlock
consultingangel-of-the-timelord:
#my life in 5 words, 14 letters, and one bracketed action