Summary:

Things are changing in the Holmes-Watson household but not everything is to be taken seriously as we get a look into their new lives. (I'm horrible at summaries so I apologize)

P.S. It is perfectly normal for both men and women to get pregnant in my little universe.

Notes:

Hey everybody! So this is a new, and exciting, thing for me! I normally don't write for the 'Sherlock' fandom but have just recently started watching the show and have gotten addicted to anything 'Sherlock' SOOO with that said here is my first attempt at this

Oh and also I am American so the traditional English language and English slang isn't my strong suite. I strongly apologize for not getting some things right. I've tried hard to learn from the show and other stories. Well here we go...

The Calendar

"One…two…three…" Sherlock Holmes counted the weeks on the calendar his stomach beginning to churn the farther he got in his counting. "Four…five…" he groaned and rubbed at his face with his hands. "Five…blood fucking five." He shook his head and counted again…and again…and again until he couldn't count anymore because quite frankly he had tears falling down his cheeks. "Not five…not four…God damn-it three would be bad." He glanced at his watch and realized John would be coming home from surgery soon. Clearing his throat he tried to compose himself before his flat-mate and boyfriend joined him for the evening. "Right…get it together Sherlock, you'll figure this out."

"Figure what out?"

"Jesus Christ John!" Sherlock exclaimed almost literally jumping out of his skin. He had been so deep in thought about John coming home and composing himself the he had actually missed said man coming home.

John stood there his eyes wide, what kind of a reaction was that? Definitely not one of Sherlock Holmes. "Sherlock?"

Shaking himself out of his shock Sherlock shook his head. "Nothing…I'm fine." He answered the question he knew the doctor was going to ask next. "

"Right and I'm the Queen."

"You are a queen." Sherlock said with his best smirk and stomped out of the sitting room to go use the loo. He swore he was using the darn bathroom every five minutes.

"Ha Ha!" John called after him before going into the kitchen to find something to eat. Of course when he opened the refrigerator he wasn't surprised to find some sort of severed body part. This time though it wasn't a body part of a human but of…was that a dog's…? "Sherlock!"

Sherlock was coming out of the bathroom when he heard his name being called. "Must have found it." He walked into the kitchen and smirked at the disgusted look on John's face as he closed the door of the refrigerator.

"Why is there a dog's…penis…in our refrigerator?" John asked actually blushing when saying 'that' word.

"Fido."

"Excuse me?"

"The dog's name is Fido and his penis is in our refrigerator to stay cold." Sherlock explained like that made complete sense when John thought it made anything BUT complete sense.

"So we are keeping dog…members…in our refrigerator because they need to stay cold." John said not sure why he was even asking for clarification. "Any reason it's not in the freezer?"

"Yes."

"Oh?"

"It's testicles are in there."

Sherlock was actually thankful for the crazy conversation for dog private parts because it caused him to forget about why the calendar was off the wall and sitting on the counter top. But the moment John mentioned it his furious counting and crying spell came flooding back to him.

"I was trying to remember the date of a case." Sherlock lied through his teeth, something even HE wasn't very good at.

John was confused, but that wasn't abnormal. "You don't keep track on the Kitty Calendar…your case stuff I mean." He said still wondering why in the world they had a calendar full of kitty cats in the first place.

Caught off guard about what to say Sherlock actually stumbled around his words. "I…I did this time, special case…very special about…about."

"Cats?"

"Right yes!" Sherlock was so excited on the inside to have come up for a reason for his yammering. "That case about Mrs. Jasper's cat."

"Which was a complete bore." John added. Even he had thought the case of the missing five footed cat was boring and quite frankly down right weird.

"Yes, right." Sherlock decided to hang up the calendar but before he did he gave it a nice long stare and a good added glare that to his horror didn't go unnoticed by John.

"Sherlock you are behaving strangely are you sure you are okay?"

Sherlock looked at the calendar and then glanced quickly at his stomach another thing that did not go unnoticed but the doctor but thankfully in another way.

"That's right I was getting a bite to eat when I found that…that…thing." John said as he got out the fixings for a sandwich. "Want anything."

They could talk all day about dog parts where there was food but the mention of the food had Sherlock running towards the bathroom at breakneck speed.

"Sherlock?" John called through a mouthful of his sandwich. He then put the food down and dashed after his boyfriend. He found him in the bathroom off of the now 'master' bedroom…their bedroom now that they actually were sharing a room much to Mrs. Hudson's delight. "Oh Sherlock." He said gently as he got him a wet towel and a glass of water for when he was fished.

Meanwhile Sherlock was busy heaving everything he had eaten that day, which hadn't been much, into the toilet bowl, his hands gripping the sides leaving marks. He was getting so violently ill that he had tears running down his cheeks mixing with the sweat from his brow.

John rubbed Sherlock's back until the other man was finished getting sick. He reached up and flushed the sick away before helping Sherlock to sit back against the bathtub and just taking some much needed breaths of air. "Here sip this…slowly."

Sherlock took the glass and took a few much needed sips of the cool liquid. He wasn't going to tell John this was the third time he had done this that day. One because he knew his boyfriend would be worried well…as a boyfriend…and two he would be worried as a doctor. Right now Sherlock didn't want either worried man in this bathroom so he didn't mention it.

"That was slightly peculiar." John said as he helped Sherlock to his feet. "I don't think I have EVER seen you sick before…let alone vomiting."

"There was that time…" Sherlock tried.

John shook his head in the negative, "There was no time…and now I feel like you are trying to hide this…how I am not sure but what are you hiding Sherlock?"

"Nothing at all." Sherlock replied as he walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Feeling sick all over he decided to change into his pajama pants and robe which of course meant he went barefoot as well. When he finished dressing he realized that John had left the room. He found it odd that the other man had dismissed their slight argument so quickly but didn't say anything about it as he padded his way back downstairs to find John again eating his sandwich.

"I don't like you hiding things from me."

Sherlock glanced over at John in bed. They were both on their laptops doing various things but had been having an okay discussion about a Shakespearian play they saw earlier in the week when John decided to bring THIS up.

"I don't know why you keep thinking I am withholding information from you when I am not."

John sighed and put his laptop on the night stand by his side of the bed. "The kitty calendar."

Sherlock put his own computer down rather forcefully. "Would you give it a rest about the bloody calendar?"

John smirked.

Sherlock frowned.

"Something IS going on about that Calendar" John said excitedly, he always loved when he figured something new out. "So you are looking something up."

"I told you it has to do with that case about the cat."

"And the dog…parts…"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "That has to do with something different entirely."

"Sherlock you know I love you and you know that you can be honest with me." John said reaching over and taking his boyfriend's hand.

"I know this."

"Then why are you NOT being honest with me. You are keeping weird animal parts, calculating things on a cute animal calendars, vomiting like I wouldn't believe so you have to be bloody lying to me about something." John exclaimed actually hopping out of bed and pacing around, much like Sherlock would do.

Sherlock sat in bed with wide eyes. He was quiet for a second before replying. "Why do all those things lead you to believe I am lying to you?"

"Because they are out of character for you!"

"Oh."

John stopped his pacing to look at Sherlock "Oh? That is all you have to say?"

"Yes." Sherlock got out of bed himself and headed for the bathroom.

"Going to vomit again?" John questioned as he followed after his boyfriend only to find him standing in front of the toilet urinating. "Oh."

"Care to stare?"

John quickly turned and walked back out of the room.

Neither of the men were up to sex that night or the next morning for that matter. Instead both men ate breakfast in silence and John headed off for the surgery, the only thing was Sherlock decided to spring his secret on the young doctor as he was walking out the door.

"Could you be oh so kind and pick me up something from the shops on your way home." Sherlock questioned, causing John to stop on the steps.

Sighing, John walked back up the steps and into the house. "Please be quick I am running late."

"Sure." Sherlock said.

John looked at the other man expectantly. "Yes…what is it?"

"A pregnancy test."

This caught John completely off guard, so much so that he almost fell to the floor since he had been leaning on the back of the chair. "Excuse me."

"I have decided after some deduction that I require a pregnancy test."

John moved so he was sitting IN the chair and looked at Sherlock like he had gone completely insane. "YOU need a pregnancy test. What for a case? And if so why can you not go pick it up yourself?"

Sherlock sighed and shook his head, he couldn't believe how dense his boyfriend could be at times. "John the pregnancy test is for me. My period is five weeks late."

John must have been swallowing some siliva because he started choking. When he finally was able to talk he looked at Sherlock in shock. "YOU…Sherlock Holmes went five weeks without a period without telling me without getting a bloody test?"

"Yes."

John threw his hands up in the air, "Well there is no way in hell I am going to work this morning without getting you your test. Actually no I am not going to get a test."

"John I know you are mad at me but it would really help…"

John shook his head, "No you Git I am taking you WITH me to surgery and we'll do a test there."

Sherlock shook his head like crazy, "Oh no….this is a private thing."

John rolled his eyes, "I don't plan on inviting anybody else to join us in the examination room."

"Oh."

"Yes oh."

"John?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"Now that I think about it I could have done this on my own at home." Sherlock said as he sat on the examination table with his shirt thrown over the back of a chair. He felt exposed sitting there without his clothing even though it was only John in the room who had seen him in far less clothing.

"Hush." John said as he got a needle ready so he could take the blood he needed for the pregnancy test. He had debated on if he should do a urine test or a blood test and had decided to do both. This of course frustrated Sherlock.

"Must I really urinate in the small cup?"

"Would you rather urinate in a big cup because that could be arranged?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes as he took the cup and went and did his business in the bathroom off to the side of the examination room. He blushed when he brought back the almost full cup.

John actually chuckled for the first time since Sherlock's admission and found that he was beginning to be okay with the idea. It wasn't that he never wanted to be a father, actually it was the opposite. It had been Sherlock that he decided for both of them that they were not going to be parents. But here they were at his surgery just about to do various tests for pregnancy.

"John?"

It was then John realized he had been spacing out and quickly shook his head to clear the cobwebs and return to the land of the living and his possibly pregnant boyfriend. "Yes…sorry."

"Can I put my shirt back on?"

John shook his head, "No...if these tests come back positive then we will do a sonogram."

"I didn't agree to that." Sherlock said shaking his head. "I just want to go home after this."

"Tough."

Sherlock sighed and crossed his arms over his bare chest and waited impatiently for the tests to be completed.

It took a good half an hour for the blood results but the second John saw the results his eyes went wide and a huge smile came over his mouth. "Well it's certain."

"It is?"

John nodded grinning like a nutter. "You're pregnant Sherlock."