I do not own Sherlock or the song 'Life in my stomach' by B-mike

Chapter 1

John laid in bed with Sherlock's arms wrapped around him. He couldn't sleep, not now. He placed a hand on his stomach and rubbed it gently, trying to ease the nausea that had built up inside. He had missed his heat, and he had began to feel sick in the morning. He tried not to think about it, tried to tell himself that he was just being paranoid, but he was a doctor, and he knew that most likely wasn't the case. He was only pulled out of his nervous thoughts when he heard Sherlock speak up.

"You alright?" his husband asked.

"Yeah," John answered, albeit distantly.

"You don't sound alright. What are you thinking about?"

John was silent for a moment before sighing and speaking. "Have you ever thought about… having a baby?"

Now it was Sherlock's turn to be silent. "No, not really."

"Well, would it be something you would want to do? With me?"

Sherlock sighed and turned John over to look at him, though the doctor had a hard time looking him in the eye. He knew what was coming. "I'm sorry, John, but my answer is no. I've never wanted to have children, and that's just how it is with me. Besides that, our life isn't safe for a child. So no. I love you, so much, but I don't want a child."

John nodded and turned away right before tears could gather in his eyes. He grabbed Sherlock's hand and stroked it with his thumb, but only to give Sherlock the false illusion that he was okay.

"What if, what if I get pregnant? What then?"

"Well, we could always give it up for adoption, or…"

"Or what, Sherlock?" John asked quietly, not trusting his voice. He knew what was coming but there was a small part of him that wanted to believe Sherlock wouldn't say what was inevitably about to be said.

"Or... you could have an abortion."

John wanted to shiver at the thought, but he controlled the urge. He couldn't really blame Sherlock, that was just how he was, and he couldn't force him to want a child and shouldn't force him to be a parent, but it may have been a bit too late for that. John nodded and pulled the covers up to his chin, placing a hand on his stomach to protect whatever life may or may not be inside.

John walked through the park, the words the doctor had spoken to him ringing in his ears.

Congratulations, Doctor Watson. You're pregnant.

He should be happy, those were meant to be some of the happiest words in his life, but instead they were some of the worst. How was he going to tell Sherlock? What was he going to do? He wasn't going to abort it, he refused to do that to an unborn child, but while he didn't want to give it up, he couldn't lose Sherlock, but at the same time, he couldn't leave Sherlock. John put his hands to his head and rubbed his temples to try and get rid of the forming headache. He decided he would think more about it later, but for now, he looked down at his stomach and smiled. He placed a hand upon it and rubbed it lovingly, before quietly singing:

I can feel you kicking, little angel
don't worry about the sorrow
'cause daddy's going to be right here until you see tomorrow
I feel your life in my stomach
I promise I'll protect it because nobody comes above it.

It was then that John's phone dinged with a text from Lestrade, asking if John wanted to meet him at the pub. John agreed, figuring he might as well tell someone the good (or so he hoped) news. The pub wasn't far, so John decided to walk and enjoy the fresh air.

"Oi, John! Over here!" he heard as he walked into the pub. He looked to his right to see Lestrade sitting in a booth, since the bar was full. John walked over to him and slid in across from him.

"Hey, Greg," he greeted.

"Should we go get our drinks?" Lestrade asked, motioning towards the full bar.

"Uh, you go ahead, Greg. I'm not going to have anything."

At this, the DI cocked an eyebrow. "Are you alright? You always get a pint when we come here."

"Yeah, uh, fine. It's just that I, well, I found out I'm pregnant today."

"That's great, John!" Greg congratulated the omega. "How did Sherlock react?" At the look on John's face at the mention of Sherlock, he knew something was wrong. "Dear god, what did he say this time?"

"He doesn't know, but, I asked him if he would be open to the idea last night, and he said no."

"But I'm sure now that it's actually happened, he'll understand."

"I asked him about if this were to happen, and that answer wasn't much better," John said quietly, just barely loud enough for Greg to hear over the loudness of the pub.

"What are you going to do?" The beta asked.

"I don't know. I'm not going to abort it, but I don't want to give it up, either."

"And you shouldn't have to. This is important, John."

"But, at the same time, I can't and don't want to force Sherlock to be a parent if he doesn't want to be, but I can't lose him."

Greg smiled sympathetically. "Well, no matter what you decide to do, I'm here for you."

"Thanks, Greg," John smiled. It was returned before realization struck Greg's eyes.

"Bloody hell, you're pregnant! What are we doing in a pub? Let's get out of here and go somewhere better.

A few hours later, John walked into his flat to be met with the sight of Sherlock, obviously locked in his mind palace. John didn't mind though, it gave him an excuse to avoid talking to Sherlock about this whole ordeal. Instead, he made himself some tea and sat down with the paper in his armchair.