Both men were exhausted after running up and down a stoney beach all day trying to solve the case of a woman dressed as a mermaid that had been found dead. While Sherlock was still buzzing, John however felt awful, his back was hurting, his legs were hurting, he was incredibly tired and worst of all he felt sick. As soon as the two entered the apartment, John rushed to the bathroom to throw up. A very confused Sherlock stopped hanging his coat and turned to Johns direction.
"John are you alright?"
Sherlock abandoned his coat and rushed to the bathroom door
"John?!" ... "Are you alright?!"
He heard a strained heave followed by a muffled miserable groan from inside the bathroom
"Never bett-" another heave followed by john spitting
"Whats wrong?"
after a pause and the sound of John trying to catch his breath, he replied
"Nothing, Just felt sick from the cab.. thats all"
Shelrock backed away for the door slightly
"Do you need anything?"
John coughed a bit more before flushing the toilet and opening the door, he looked awful
"No, thankyou, I'm going to bed"
"Oh, well if you-"
"I'm alright Sherlock" John snapped
Shelock was left standing there, confused as ever, trying to dedut the situation, it wasnt working
It was about 11 o'clock at night, Sherlock had dozed off reading something on the sofa, which was very unlike him.
He was woken up by the bathroom door locking, followed by the sound of heaving.
He jumped up, staggering a bit and made his way over to the bathroom and knocked on the door
"John?"
John groaned, he couldn't get just one moment of privacy in their flat
"John are you alright?"
John coughed and spluttered for a moment waiting for his stomach to settle, before coming to the door and unlocking it. He paused before opening it to Sherlock's inquisitive face. John was surprised, very surprised actually, that he hadn't picked up on this sooner.
"Are you alright?"
John took a while before answering, peicing his words together.
"I'm pregnant"