Ok so I've never done Omegaverse before, plz tell me how it should go although I should point out that ARTISTIC FREEDOM MUAHAHAHAAA.
Anygay, for me the interesting thing about John and Sherlock having children is that Sherlock doesn't really seem to me to be the kinda person who would want children), so I wanted to explore his feeling about it, when he is sort of "forced" in to it.(although, I think that Johnlock in itself makes the characters significantly different from the canon, as Sherlock not the kinda person who would have a romantic relationship at the first place. And I say this as a devoted Johnlock shipper.)
-3 months-
John ripped the price tag off of the new sweater and slowly put it on. He turned to look himself in the mirror and sighed. The sweater was a size bigger than what he normally wore and didn't quite fit, but looking good wasn't really the point.
The point was to hide things, from the man whom nothing could be hidden.
He slipped his hand under his shirt, touching on the warm skin of his stomach that was stretching over a just barely visible bump.
He hadn't realized the heat had not been over yet.
Carelessness has a crude punishment…
He glanced at the living room, where Sherlock sat in his chair, reading the day's paper.
He had to tell him, there was no in trying to hide it, and even if he could successfully hide his growing belly, he wouldn't be able to hide the child once it was born.
'I have never cared much for children.'
John shivered a bit as he remembered Sherlock's words when they had discussed the possibility of children about a year.
Slowly, he walked towards the detective.
"Sherlock…"
"Hmm?" he dark-haired man responded, turning another page.
"…I have to tell you something…I…"
"That you're pregnant, correct?"
John felt as if a lightning had stricken through his body. He couldn't but stare wide eyed at his partner, who had now turned his own gaze to him.
It took a while before John managed to say anything.
"You knew…?"
"Well, that was one of my theories. The "stomach bug influenced" nausea, refusal to drink beer at the pub, buying of several new items of clothing, all of them size bigger than you usually wear, tiredness… You are brilliant at many things, but lying isn't really one of them."
John felt like he had been hit over the head with a brick. He slumped down to the couch opposite Sherlock.
"What confirmed my suspicions was the scent."
"Of course…" John said, burying his head in his hand. "I forgot…"
Sherlock smiled, but it was a hollow smile.
Each Omega and Alpha had a specific scent, and when an Omega got pregnant their scent changed slightly. It was not noticeable to anyone else but the Alpha they had mated with.
After an uncomfortable silence, John finally lifted his head and stared into Sherlock's eyes.
"So…what now…?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, do you want to have it…him…her…?"
Sherlock took a moment before answering, which was odd for a man who could respond faster than a bullet train.
"It's your choice, John," he finally said indifferently, then quickly turning back to the newspaper.
Suddenly John felt anger starting to boil in the pit of his stomach.
He rose up, clenching his fists.
"MY CHOICE?! Is that all you are going to say?!"
All he got as a response was the startled and scared on Sherlock's face.
"You are just going to leave me hanging like that?! Do you even care at all?!"
"No I…" Sherlock muttered. "I didn't mean I wouldn't take responsibility…"
"Responsibility…" John spat out the word like it was poison. "Is that all that this is to you, a responsibility?"
He turned around, not wanting the detective to see the tears that had started streaming down his face.
"Fuck you…" he hissed and stormed back to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
He lied on his side in the dimly lit room, sobbing to his pillow.
Any other reaction he could've dealt with, anger, joy, disbelief…
But this cold and emotionless way Sherlock just dismissed the whole thing was too much.
He ran his hand over the bulge on his stomach.
"It's okay, I would never get rid of you," he whispered. "Even if I become a single- parent, I will keep you."
Then, he heard the door creak open quietly behind his back. Silent, cat- like steps crossed the room, and then he felt a long lean arm wrap itself around him.
"I'm sorry," Sherlock breathed to the back of his neck.
"Not helping much."
"I know… Perhaps I phrased my sentence wrong… I meant that whatever you choose to do, I will be there for you."
John turned around in Sherlock's arms so their faces were just inches away. Sherlock almost gasped when he saw John's red eyes.
"It's not supposed to be like that! I don't want to force you to have a child you don't want to."
Slowly, he took one of Sherlock's long lean hands, and placed in on his waist.
"Do you, or do you not want to have a child?"
Sherlock felt the fabric of John's shirt under his palm. It was hard for him to believe life was growing in there.
"You know I'm not good with feelings…" he muttered.
"Answer me," John pressed on.
"You can't make me do a decision like this…"
"Well I am, so deal with it!"
"Yes…"
John blinked.
"What?"
"Yes I want to have this child with you… I have calculated that…"
"Oh god…" John sighed, pulling away from Sherlock and sitting on the side of the bed.
"…I really don't give a shit about your calculations, why can't you just tell me how you feel about it?"
Sherlock sat beside him. "I told when we started dating that I don't really do that sort of thing…"
"But you love me right, that's something you feel?"
"Yes, but may I point out that it took me long time to realize. I always though love was not a mystery, that it's just a chemical reaction in the brain that makes your heart beat faster and your pupils dilate but…"
John turned to look at him.
"But…?"
"There seems to be more to it… but my theory isn't quite finished…"
John stood up and walked to the window.
Then he chuckled and turned to look at his lover still sitting on the bedside, as if waiting for something to happen.
"Well, let's go get some tea shall we?" he smiled.
Sherlock looked utterly confused. "…So you forgive me?"
"Oh no, I still hate you, but I think this response is as good as I'm going to get from you, at the moment anyway," he laughed