Lovely Runner has one of the best endings!!! I adored the last ep so much. It was exactly what was needed after the roller-coaster ride in the first 15 episodes. Just pure fluff, which didn't even get boring tbh. Like I didn't even realise where the hour went. I love that they resolved the kidnapper/killer plot in the first 5 mins of the episode and dedicated the rest of it to Sol and Sun jae getting their happy ending. And I absolutely loved how they showed the wedding scene. It wasn't cringey or overly done, it was just right!
I'm so glad I waited to watch this is show. The storyline was so engaging that the episodes just flew by! And the acting! Discovering that Sun jae had had a crush on Sol this entire time was such a wonderful revelation! He was so down bad for her and the adoration he had for her was just so sweet to watch. Both Sol and Sun Jae's characters are so well written.
I also really liked the fact that they dedicated the last three episodes to the present moment. I'm not usually someone who likes high school romance. And while I really enjoyed that aspect of this show, I absolutely loved them as adults. It was such a delight to watch Sun jae fall in love with Sol again in the present reality. No matter what reality they live in, he will always fall in love with her.
Lovely runner is just perfection from start to end. The pacing is perfect and the chemistry is just too good. I'm so happy to have watched this show!
It has been a long and wild ride, but this story has come to an end. Thank you guys for reading! And I’m sorry there was such a big hiatus between parts, but thank you for sticking around. All my love xxxx. (I know the gif isn’t from Sherlock but shhhhhhh)
I’m having a baby girl.
Well, eventually. I’m only about four months right now, and the ultrasound technician got a little excited and revealed the sex before I could tell her I’d rather be surprised. No harm done, though, at least now I know for sure.
I finally got a phone a few weeks ago. It’s easier to have one when you’re pregnant, I’m learning. The doctor needs a number to call to remind me of appointments, I need a phone to call them, and after reconnecting to my sister, Crystal, I needed a phone to text her, too.
I haven’t told her about my assignment in London with Sherlock, and I won’t ever if I can help it. It’s been nice to not think or talk about it since I left. I’ve been able to push that part of my life away and move on.
Well, sort of. It’s hard not to be reminded of John when I have his babygirl nestled inside of me.
But she’s mine as much as she is his. Maybe one day she’ll meet him, but I won’t get her hopes up – or mine. I haven’t heard from him since the night Sherlock returned, and I’d like to keep it that way. As if I have much of a choice. He’s probably enjoying his life with Sherlock again, solving cases and saving the world.
Anyway, speaking of my sister, she’s supposed to come over today. Something about yoga is good for pregnancy. She’s had two children, a boy named Colin and a girl named Elizabeth, if you can believe it. I’m an aunt and I had no idea! I’m listening to her as much as I can. I have no clue what I’m doing here, but I trust her to help me.
I’m changing into a sports bra and leggings when the doorbell rings. I don’t bother yelling out because I’m sure that’s her. Normally she rings the doorbell as a courtesy to let me know she’s coming in. It’s an unspoken rule we developed after she came inside (she knocked, but I didn’t hear her) and scared the living daylights out of me. I’m just glad I didn’t pull a gun on her, because that would’ve made things worse.
It rings a second time. I shake my head. Once I’m done dressing myself (and she’s rung the doorbell a third time), I make my way to the front door.
“Did you forget your key—?” My sentence is cut short by the familiar face staring back at me.
It’s not my sister. Not even close.
“John,” I blurt. “What…What are you doing here?”
“I um…” He pauses, looking about as spooked as I feel. “Mycroft told me where you were, I thought I’d come…say hi.”
“You took a plane from England just to say hi?” I say aloud, but inwardly I say, I’m going to kill Mycroft Holmes the second I get the chance.
“Yes,” John says, still staring like a deer caught in the headlights.
He’s making an enormous effort to keep his eyes on my face and not my belly, which I do respect, but I can tell it’s taking everything out of him. Mycroft must’ve told him. Or Sherlock sensed it too, but just never told me. The bastard.
“Uh, come in.” My back is beginning to hurt and I’d like to sit down, and John looks too terrified to be doing anything besides sitting still.
He walks inside and I close the door behind him, my head still spinning. The last thing I expected was for John Watson to show up outside my door. Four months. And now I’m inviting him into my home.
I walk into the living room, glancing over my shoulder to see he’s following me. I take a seat on the couch, gesturing for him to do the same. He does, stiffly. He’s barely moving at all.
We sit in silence for what feels like ages until he says something.
“Is it mine?”
I figured he’d ask that. It took him longer than I thought it would to ask.
“I don’t know,” I reply truthfully. “But there’s no one else I’ve had sex with in the last year, so my bet is yes. She is.”
John turns his head, and I swear I see tears rimming his bottom lashline. “She?”
I nod. “She.” I rest my hand over my stomach, smiling softly. “She’s a baby girl. She’s strong. She’s already moving.”
John lets out a laugh, his shoulders finally relaxing. He hangs his head, his chin resting against his chest as he whispers, “A baby girl.”
“Look, John,” I pause, waiting for him to look at me. “You don’t have to do anything for her. Or for me because of her. I understand. I won’t list you as the father if you’d like to just…put this behind you. I won’t ask you to pay child support or anything like that. I just—” I take a deep breath, steadying myself. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want it to seem like I was holding it over your head. Don’t feel obligated to be here or be with me just because of her. I don’t want to do that to you. Or her.”
There’s tears streaming down my cheeks by the time I’m finished and tears shining in John’s eyes as he watches me. I wipe the droplets away hastily, getting myself together. I can’t believe it’s the first time I’m seeing him in months and I’m crying. How pathetic.
John scoots closer to me. I hold a breath in my throat, waiting for his next move, positive he’s going to thank me and agree that he should leave this all behind.
I don’t know what else I expect, but it isn’t what he does.
John gently wipes my tears away, even when more fall because of how soft his touch is and how much I’ve longed for it. It takes no time at all before I’m sobbing into his chest, his arms cradling me protectively.
“Shh,” he murmurs. “I’m here. I’m so sorry I never chased after you. It wasn’t your fault you got caught in the middle of things.”
All of the words I’ve longed to hear him say since I left London are spilling from his lips. His hand rests on the back of my head, keeping me close, rocking back and forth to calm me.
“If it makes you feel any better at all, I nearly killed Sherlock when he told me everything.”
I laugh shakily, burying my face into his shoulder. “I wanna kill him, too.”
“Eh, it’s alright,” John murmurs, rubbing circles into my back. “I’m sure we’ll get the chance one day.”
“Yeah,” I chuckle, lifting my head. I wipe my face on my hands, rolling my eyes. “I’m sorry. I probably look like a mess.”
John shakes his head. “Never.”
I give him a look. “You’re only saying that because you love me.”
“And because it’s the truth,” he replies. “Jane—Or Nicole?”
“Jane,” I squeeze his hands. “I’m always Jane when I’m with you. I like it much better. I always have, secretly.”
“Okay,” John breathes, smiling. “Jane, if you’ll have me, would you…Would you come home? With me?”
I nod. “Please. If you’ll have me, too.”
“I’ll always have you,” John whispers. “Don’t ever doubt it.”
His lips mold against mine like they were specifically fitted just for me. Inside the safe haven that is my stomach, our daughter lightly moves, as if sensing that her father has come back to her.
John’s hand rests on my belly with a wide smile. He gasps when he feels the lightest kick before she stops, resting once more.
