Heavy footsteps could be heard from the bottom of the stairs of 221B as anxious feet paced them. He'd known it, even before the test that morning he'd felt something was off. Sherlock ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out what he would tell his mate, his bonded alpha, how he would break the news that had come about so unexpectedly. Oh, what was he thinking, unexpectedly? Spending a heat the way they had two weeks ago, they were bound to end up with this result. Not that the detective minded having a little boy or girl, it was simply that it was unplanned.
Two weeks before, John and Sherlock had successfully finished a particularly difficult case, more difficult still since the great omega detective was going through his heat at the time. The rest of that night had been spent in the flat. Just for the fun of it, even though it was very much unlike them, they decided to turn down the lights and place red candles everywhere. It had been perfect, filled with giggling, tripping over furniture, clumsiness, and pure pleasure. Finishing the flat, John had pulled Sherlock into an immediate kiss, surprising the detective with his forcefulness. The doctor had already shed his sweater and sat back to watch as his mate walked while stripping….or attempting to strip everything at once. He was incredibly graceful and smooth except when it came to these situations. John giggled as Sherlock came up to him once again, as they laid down together, building up tension between the two before they were pulled into one more heated kiss. Eventually, the thin fabric of their underwear became too much between, and it had taken off, somewhat literally, from there. Neither of them had regretted a thing.
After that, nothing had seemed even remotely out of the ordinary, until today.
John had gone to work early that morning, as no new cases had come up yet, leaving Sherlock by himself in the flat to await a text from Lestrade. Around ten the man had gotten out of bed only to be met with a rush of morning sickness, the first sign., which lasted for a good two hours. The moment that had ended Sherlock had felt, no…. hungry? Thoughts of what was going crossed his mind but he attempted to put it off, right before a second wave of nausea hit at the smell of his most recent experiment. A text had come from Scotland yard during this fiasco, and being there stubborn person he is, Sherlock went straight over.
Solving the case had been simple, allowing him to go home around seven, a couple of hours before John came back on work days. The consulting detective had hid his growing concern well, especially when the sight of a dead young lady made him nearly tear up. On returning home, it gave Sherlock a chance to make a stop at the drug store, for he would buy his first pregnancy test, and quite discreetly at that.
With shaking fingers his eyes scanned the instructions, and with a trembling mind he followed them. Not ten minutes later did the test come up as two little red lines. He was pregnant. At present he whipped around as the door opened to reveal none other than his Watson.
"Hey Sherlock, everything at the Yard go alright?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Oh yeah, fine, it went just-just fine" At his stuttering, John eyed him suspiciously.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes I'm perfectly alright… in fact-"He stopped as an expression passed over the doctor's face as he laid his eyes on the little test strip on the counter. Tentatively, Sherlock picked it up and held it out a little for the stripes to become more obvious than they were far away. "John…"
"Is that…. Yours?" He asked quietly.
"Why else would I have it? John…" Looking down sheepishly. "I am…I am pregnant, two weeks judging on how we spent my last heat" He turned around to go to the window, where he set his violin down in order to play for a little while. Hands came up on his shoulders, gesturing him back around, bringing him into a soft kiss. With wide eyes, Sherlock looked into john's smiling features, obviously buzzing with excitement.
"What are you playing at?" asked John shakily. He stepped closer to Sherlock, winding his arms around him.
"Nothing at all, I wouldn't joke about this" Pulling Sherlock into another kiss, the doctor smiled even wider, running an unsteady hand through his short hair.
"We're going to parents! Oh my god I'm going to be a dad! We-we have to prepare everything, fix up one of our rooms, you can sleep in mine and we'll make your room the nursery and-"
"John!" Sherlock said, pausing him in mid -sentence. "You're fine with this then?"
"Are you kidding?! I've always wanted to be a dad! So… do you have a preference for the gender?"
"I guess if I had to pick, I'd want a boy" That night was then finished with the two sleeping side by side in the upstairs room, holding each other in a peaceful sleep, wondering what life was going to become, and if the child actually would be a little boy.