"Mummy?" The small voice dragged the woman away from her thoughts as she stared blankly into space.
"Yes darling?" She smiled down at the curly haired boy.
"When is daddy coming home?"
She sighed. The boy crawled onto her lap. She wrapped her arms around him and patted his bouncing curls.
"I don't know. Hopefully soon." Her eyes ran to the door.
He had left early this morning and hadn't returned home. Her phone had not gone off one. She had called him but had received no answer. Her stomach flipped as each second drifted past. Her son constantly asked her when he was coming home, when he would come back to put him to bed. It only caused panic to rise in her chest. Her eyes darted to the clock. He should have been in his bed at least an hour ago.
"Come on, let's get you to bed." She patted his back.
"But you promised!" He protested. He pouted his lips and folded his arms.
"I know I did honey but we have to get you to bed."
She removed herself from the chair. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. He rested his head against her shoulder and wrapped his small around around her neck. She slowly ascended up the stairs, the floor boards creaking underneath the added weight.
"I wish daddy was home." He mumbled.
She lay him down on his bed and pulled the covers up to his chin.
"I know you do, but I promise that he will be here when you wake up, okay?" She lay a kiss atop his forehead.
He raised his small pinky out from under his cover. She smiled. She locked her pinky around his.
She lay another kiss on his forehead and made sure he was tucked in.
"Goodnight sweetheart." She whispered.
She pulled herself out of the room and shut the bright light off. She left the door open just a crack. She tiptoed her way down the stairs. Their apartment was silent. The silence irritated her. She pulled her dressing gown closer to her body. Her feet dragged against the carpeted the floor.
A tall man stood in the living room. He removed his scarf and trench-coat, hanging it behind the door.
"Look who's finally home." She whispered to him.
He smiled at her, his eyes lightening up the second they land on her. (H/c) pulled into a loose ponytail, her (e/c) eyes filled with sleep and her pajamas fitting her perfectly.
"I'm sorry, chase around London. I would have been home sooner." He apologized.
He stepped across the room towards her. His hands rested on her hips carefully. He lay a kiss on her forehead.
"I promised him that he could stay up until you got home, but I just put him to bed." She pinned a loose strand behind her ear. "He's stubborn, I can see where he get's it from."
"I watched you walk up the stairs with him. I'm surprised he hadn't noticed me."
She wrapped her hands around his neck. "At least your home now, I'm thankful for that." She ran her fingers through his hair. "And not a scratch on you this time, that's a change."
"I don't always come home injured."
"No, but you usually do. And I'm usually the one cleaning up the mess before anyone can notice."
"But you love it though."
"Of course I do. I don't know where I would be without you Sherlock."
She tiptoed a little higher and peaked his lips. His smile grew as he returned the small gesture.