The one that I kept in my heart
"Sherlock" John called trying not to sound as worried as he felt, slumping against the bathroom door and thought of the events that had lead to his husband locking himself in their bathroom for 3 hours.
Flashback:
John was snuggled in the covers of his and Sherlock's bed that morning, feeling warm and sated from the night before. His lips tugged into a small grin as he remembered the love making. It was when he heard retching noises from the bathroom that he realized Sherlock was no longer spooning next to him. He felt Sherlock's cold side of the bed and easily realized it had been empty for some time.
"Love?" he called out, when all he got in reply was more horrible noises, he jumped up fully awake and grabbed his dressing gown, practically running into the bathroom where he was met with a heartbreaking sight. Sherlock was slumped against the toilet, heaving into it, breath coming in short pained gasps once and a while whimpering in pain and discomfort. What threw John off the most thought was that he saw silent tears fall down his normally stoic husbands face. "Oh Sherlock" he breathed out in anguish, kneeling down to his ailing lovers side. Sherlock looked up at him, his eyes usually bright with a dangerous spark, were now hazy and unfocused and he looked like he had just realized john had been there which was so unlike him it scared john completely.
"John" he whimpered as John caressed his sweaty, tearstained face "I don't feel well, please fix it" he finished pleadingly.
John just looked at him heartbrokenly before saying " I know love I know, but you will have to ride this one out, I promise it will be better soon, but let's get you into bed and I will rub your back ok ?" he asked tears of his own wanting to spill. Sherlock nodded dispassionately and John helped him stand up, supporting him when he almost toppled over, kissing his forehead and whispering words of love when Sherlock buried his face in John's neck.
End of flashback
But despite John's words it had not gotten better and 3 weeks later Sherlock was still feeling horrible. He had not worked in those 3 weeks simply lying around and puking, John was very concerned seeing as Sherlock rarely ate anything anyway, now he almost never ate, and John was starting to panic. Until one day Sherlock had an unusual request.
They were lying in bed tougher Sherlock's head resting on John's chest and Johns hand running through the dark curls he loved so much.
"John" Sherlock started "I need you to get me a pregnancy test" and he finished clearly and with conviction. John froze in confusion and astonishment.
"A…what Sherlock that, that's not possible!" John cried pushing Sherlock off him to look into his slate grey eyes. Sherlock just rolled his eyes at his love.
"John one in ten men can get pregnant, you're a doctor you should know this" he drawled some of his usual Sherlockness coming out to play. John let out an indignant huff, of course he knew it but he, he just never suspected Sherlock to be one of the few, though he was unique in every other way why not this one?
"Sherlock I know it's possible, but do you really think" he started only to be cut off by his husband's cold voice.
"I know its rare John I know I am a freak, and if you do not want it then we can-" then he was silenced by John's lips on his own, a sweet passionate kiss conveying the love they shared.
When they parted john, cupped his face and whispered, "Sherlock you are not a freak you are amazing, and this is an amazing gift, I would never want to get rid of a child that we made tougher, it is the most wonderful thing ever and I thank you so much for giving me this. I love you so much Sherlock, so much."
He looked at John seeing the truth, and kissed him again this time even more passionately, thrusting his tongue in and massaging johns mouth, and parting he spoke "I love you to John with all my heart you taught me how to love and for that I will be forever grateful, now I am in need of a test Doctor" John laughed kissing him one more time before, hoping out of bed, kissing his forehead, and exclaiming he would be back within the hour. Sherlock smiled as he placed his hand on his stomach.
When John got back he had a slightly flushed look to his face and even in his sickly state Sherlock could deduce he was slightly embarrassed to have bought such an object. Sherlock just shook his head and caressed John's cheek lightly before hobbling off to the bathroom, leaving John to sink into his chair and contemplate what this could mean for them, smiling all the while.
Sherlock, according to Johns watch had now been in the bathroom for no less than three hours. John groaned from the floor and thumped his head against the door tired of waiting for fate to come out. Finally using all his will power he yelled "Sherlock either open the door or I will break it down!" pounding on it with his fist to show his seriousness. He heard shuffling from the other side and leaned back just in time, when the door was unceremoniously thrown open expelling his exceptionally pale husband.
"Sherlock…what?" he began only to be cut of my something being shoved in his face, it was the test and it was positive. Vaguely John heard Sherlock flop onto the couch, as he stared at the test in his hand in awe. "Sherlock it's...its positive" he practically screams with glee, running over to his husband and hugging him around the middle. He feels and hears Sherlock's deep rumbling laughter underneath him.
"Yes John" he says "I was the one taking it".
"I know love" John says smiling then frowning," but what took you so long it only takes 5min to develop ?" Sherlock sighs before answering.
"I was scared" he mumbles. John stares and then starts to laugh casing Sherlock to push him to the floor with a thump.
Getting his laughter under control John asks "But why love? Aren't you happy?"
Sherlock looks at him from above on the couch. "Of course John, I was just scared and I finally realized I'm god…I'm having a bloody baby" he finishes throwing his head back. This makes John chuckle, as he slides back to Sherlock.
"Love I'm scared to but always remember you have me and now we will have another person to love and keep in our hearts…I love you Sherlock."
Sherlock stares at him for a moment before he smiles softly saying "I love you to John, with all that I am; I would be lost without my husband."