"MOMMY!" I bolted up in my bed as I heard a shout down the baby monitor.

"Good morning! " I groan as I climbed out of bed and walked into Harlee's room.

Stood in the middle of the cot was a now one and a half year old Harlee; He hadn't changed a bit in my opinion, still as cute, still a blondie, still has a cheeky smile and still loud!

"MOMMY!" Harlee shouted in excitement as I picked him up and cuddled him.

I put my finger to my lips. "Shush, Daddy's still asleep!" I told him.

Poor Callum worked till late last night; Callum and his Dad James were working on a deal with the Americans, they had been talking for hours and working out plans. My poor boyfriend deserves an extra hour in bed.

"What happened?" Callum asked as he slowly entered the room.

I huffed and looked at my smiling son. "You are far too loud for this time in a morning," I told him. "Everything's fine, Harlee is just too much of a morning person. Go back to bed."

Callum yawned softly. "You sure?" He asked.

I nodded. "I'll make breakfast," I told him and kissed his cheek.

We went down stairs and Callum got back in bed. I sat Harlee on the sofa then wrapped him in his favourite blanket... The shock blanket.

I turned the TV on and played the Lion King, it was his favourite movie so while he was busy I started making some pancakes for breakfast and of course I had a cup of tea; I wasn't a fan of coffee.

"Oi smelly move over. I want cuddles too," I told Harlee and handed him his little cup of water.

I sat the pancakes on the coffee table too cool then I moved the blanket so I could sit under it as well. I pulled Harlee close to me; The difference in a few months was crazy.

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It was now around 9:30am when we all got dressed and Callum woke up, I watched as he walked down the stairs then I noticed something-

"I thought you were going to a meeting?" I asked him and crossed my arms.

"Yeah, I'm going with Mycroft and my Dad," Callum told me.

"Why aren't you wearing a suit then?" I asked.

Everyone who goes to those meeting's wears a suit and I didn't know Callum was an exception to the rules.

"I'm making a statement," He told me with a smile. Here we go!

I frowned. "Is it a 'Nobody can tell me what to wear' statement?" I asked.

Callum sent me a cheeky smile. "Maybe," He told me

I sighed, "You know if you're asked to dress smart then you kinda need to," I pointed out.

He chuckled. "Yeah well you of all people know I don't do what I'm told," He told me with a smile as he came over to me and hugged me tightly then kissed the top of my head.

"You're gonna be late," I told him as I pulled out of the hug.

He looked at his watch and swore under his breath. "I gotta go, I LOVE YOU!" He shouted at darted into the living room. "Bye Harlee, I love you."

"Bey Daddy!" Harlee shouted then ran to the window and watched his Dad get into his car and drive away.

I started cleaning the flat. I know what you're thinking, 'isn't that what Mrs Hudson does?' well no because I rent this place so I clean it... In exchange for her to baby sit Harlee for me while I work at the pub on some late nights. The living room was a mess, Harlee's toys were everywhere and Callum's files for work were everywhere too, they really were just alike it was crazy but then again seeing this stuff was better than seeing case files and mounds of dust everywhere...

"Brooke?" A voice asked.

I turned and saw John in the door way. "John... what are doing here?" I asked in shock.

I never expected John to come back to Baker Street especially because of how we left things!

"I-I came to see you," John told me.

I glared at him. "That's it," I snapped. "After what almost three years, you come back and say 'I came to see you'!"

"Brooke I meant to call but I-I didn't know what to say," He told me. "How could I even start a conversation?"

It hurt to see John after all this time. My Dad left me then John left me... My world fell apart and John Watson left me!

"Look I'm sorry I left but it hurt me too. Sherlock was my best friend," John told me.

"And he was my Dad!" I shouted. "I hurt too John, I was in a terrible place!"

My eyes began to water; I hadn't really spoken about Dad or what happened those few months after he died... It still hurt.

"Mummy?" Harlee spoke up and came running into the living room from the kitchen.

I picked Harlee up and placed him on my hip. I guess he heard me shouting and came to see what was going on.

I saw John's face go as white as a sheet of paper. "Oh my God Brooke, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean for this to happen," John told me. "I should have stayed. I'm so sorry you got pregnant at s-such a young age!"

I really wanted to laugh at John's face but I was still pretty mad at him for not speaking to me for like three years!

"I'm sorry Brooke!" John said in a shaky voice. "What's the little guy's name?" John asked.

"Harlee O'Connor," I told him.

John's eyes went wide. "O'Conner? As in like Callum O'Conner?" John asked me in shock.

"The very one," I told him with a small smile.

"Callum got you pregnant!" John whispered and that just made me giggle. "What's so funny?"

"It's a long story, are you free for a while?" I asked.

"I-I, yeah sure," He stuttered.

"Come on blondie, let's go to the park!" I told Harlee. "Let's fill John in on the last three years!"

We both put our coats on and walked to the park with John. I'm not going to lie, I'm still pretty mad about John leaving but I guess it wasn't his place to take care of me and he had the right to leave; Harlee was more than happy to babble to John about some right random stuff, if we saw an animal on the street we had to stop and look at it because my son was obsessed with animals!

Finally we made it to the park and Harlee was soon off playing while John and I sat on a bench.

"Okay, what were you going to explain?" John asked.

I bit my lip. "Callum and I aren't Harlee's real parents," I told him quietly.

"What?" He asked and gave me a really confused look.

I ran my hand through my hair. "A year after Dad died I finished work really late, as I was walking home a homeless women ran out of an alley all upset and stress and then I heard crying down an alley, and me being curious I went down and found Harlee in a dumpster." I explained.

I watched as John listened, I could see the sadness and pain in his eyes,

"Just a small six month old baby boy wrapped in a dirty blanket with a note, from his Mother begging the reader to take care of him... So I took him back to Baker Street and cleaned him up, Mycroft came over and said I could keep him if I grew up and let people help me out. Callum and I were together at the time and we adopted him," I explained.

John's expression softened. "Wow," He whispered.

"Did you really think he was mine and Callum's, biologically I mean?" I asked.

"It's really wrong of me but I just assumed," John told me.

I laughed "So, how have you been?" I asked.

"Good actually, really good. I-I've met someone," John told me. This got my attention!

"What's her name and how long have you been with her?" I asked excitedly.

Please lord I do hope she is nothing like the other women John has dated!

John chuckled. "Her name's Mary and I've been with her for two years now," He told me with a smile. AW THAT'S SO CUTE! "And I also came round to tell you, I'm planning on proposing to her... tonight."

My jaw dropped. "John I'm so happy for you!" I squealed then hugged him tightly.

"So if she say's 'yes' will you come to the wedding?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes. "I wouldn't miss it for the world... You were my Dad's best mate and I always saw you as an Uncle!"

"I forgot to ask, how's you and Callum then since you've adopted Harlee?" John asked.

My face heated up. "Well we've been together just over two years, Callum works with his Dad and sometimes Mycroft, and he'll sometimes stay with Harlee and I in Baker Street or stay with his parents and occasionally take Harlee with him, to give me a break," I explained.

"Wow, you guys are only eighteen and twenty, and you have a family going, jobs and you are doing amazingly!" He complimented me.

"Thanks John. It means a lot to be told I'm doing things right," I thanked him.

He smiled "Oh, how olds Harlee?" He asked.

"He's one and a half," I told him and smiled at Harlee who was playing on the slide.

"Well once Mary meets him, she'll want to spoil him, on Christmas day," He told me.

I completely forgot that it was bonfire night tomorrow! "Oh God, Christmas isn't far away!" I gasped. "I wanna meet Mary before Christmas!"

"We'll have to arrange something," John told me.

I checked my phone, 14:30pm. "Wow time fly's when you're having fun," I mumbled. "I need to go. I've got work in a while and I need to feed Harlee. You got my number just text me."

"Of yes of course. Where do you work?" He asked.

I sighed. "I work at the 'Queens inn', it's a pub on Eldon street," I told him. "It's good pay and they let me bring Harlee along."

My boss at the Pub's great! She loves seeing Harlee and always gives him a bowel of ice cream whenever he comes with me and Harlee likes to talk to the older lads that come in, and sometimes he'll watch them play snooker.

"Harlee, let's go!" I shouted him back.

My son pulled a face. "Day!" He told me and stamped his little foot on the floor.

"You can't stay!" I told him.

John laughed. "Does he get that from you?" John asked.

"No, his Dad doesn't do as he's told the first time either," I told him. We share a laugh as Harlee comes over to us, pouting. "Okay I'll take you to Uncle My-my's." I threatened.

Harlee did like Mycroft but he didn't like spending too much time with him because he's boring and works too much.

"No!" He shouted and grabbed my hand. Ha, I win!

I laughed. "Bye John and good luck for tonight!" I told him.

"Thanks I'll need it. See you soon!" He shouted and walked in the other direction.

Okay I had now forgiven John for leaving, I can't hold it against him forever, I guess. I'm really happy he's found someone and I really hope his proposal goes well.

I'm glad John has moved on.

Also I'm revealed John like's Harlee, I had wanted the two of them to meet but I thought John didn't want to see me anymore because of what happened... But now I know that's not true.

Now let's go to work and earn lots of money to pay the rent; At least I don't have bullet holes in the wall, so I don't have to pay extra to get it fixed.

I always wish Dad would come back but then again, he'd probably hate all the decisions I've made these past three years and point out all the mistakes I've made.