It looks like love has finally found me.
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John walked up the stairs to the flat with a mug of coffee in his hand. With yawn, he ran a hand through his hair. When he reached the flat, he stopped in the doorway. Both Mycroft and Sherlock were asleep on the couch. He gave the wall a small knock and they sat up like two deer.
"What?" Mycroft asked, looking around with a sleepy look in his eyes.
Sherlock gave a small moan. "What time is it?"
"It's almost noon. Mycroft, what are you doing here?"
Mycroft cleared his throat as he rubbed his eyes. "Business matters."
"And, Claire? I'd think leaving her at home alone would be kind of...risky."
"She's not alone. She's with her father."
John looked away with a nod and sat down in his chair. "Ah. So, how's she doing? Should be any day now."
Sherlock got up from the couch to go to the bathroom. Mycroft adjusted his tie and stood up from the couch. "She's well thank you. It's me that's been a bit overworked, but it's necessary. My work hasn't been getting in the way, but Claire's been needing my attention for so long. Just needed a small nap."
John side-smiled. "Sherlock's been needing one himself. Glad he finally got one. You know how he gets."
Mycroft nodded as he grabbed his umbrella and sat back down. John stared at him as he supped his coffee. They both heard the bathroom sink turn on as Sherlock washed his face. "I understand you two recently solved another big one."
"Yes, it was the-"
"I have another case for Sherlock, but...well, you know how he gets."
"What case?"
"What does it matter? He's declined. I should be going, as it is."
John watched as he stood up once again. Sherlock reentered the room, drying his face with a towel. "Leaving so soon?"
"Claire will be home soon. I promised to have lunch ready. As it is, I-"
His phone buzzed and he frowned when he saw who was calling. John noticed his frown and wondered who was calling. Sherlock smiled. He knew. Humming, he walked into the kitchen to put on a kettle. Mycroft unlocked his phone and answer. "Hello?"
"It's happening! Jesus, it's happening! The baby's coming!"
Mycroft turned pale and yelled, "It's coming!"
John spit out his coffee and jumped up. "The baby?"
Sherlock watched as Mycroft ran out of the room so fast he could swear he must've missed three steps on the stairs. John grabbed his jacket in a rush. Sherlock turned off the stove and threw on his coat. They both hurried after Mycroft and climbed into his car.
"Call Lestrade. I hung up on him by mistake, John," Mycroft ordered as he drove.
Sherlock took out his own phone, tweeting. "Mistake, eh?"
Mycroft grimaced. "Shut up. John!"
John widened his eyes in annoyance as he dialed Lestrade's number. "I'm calling!"
The car made harsh turns and went at a rather fast speed. John held his phone to his ear when Lestrade finally answered. "Greg, what hospital?"
Sherlock's thumbs typed away as he tweeted. Mycroft narrowed his eyes when he saw his brother on his phone. "Sherlock, would you put that bloody phone away? This is serious!"
"Why? She's not my wife," Sherlock shrugged, still typing.
John frowned as he told Mycroft which hospital. Mycroft stole a glance at Sherlock's phone. "What are you doing?"
Sherlock scoffed and pulled his phone screen from Mycroft's view. "Would you just drive?"
The car stopped as they arrived. All of them dashed out of the car and towards the hospital. John ran as fast as his little legs would allow him. Sherlock, having longer legs than any of them, ran the fastest, despite being on his phone. Mycroft gasped for breath as they all ran inside. Several doctors and nurses stared at the three men that ran through the halls. Finally, they found Claire's room. She was sweating and holding Lestrade's hand.
Mycroft gulped as he sat at her left. She looked up at him, breathing heavily. Despite her agony, she managed a smile. He held her hand tightly. "I'm here. You're alright."
John smiled at Claire and gave her a small wave. She smiled back before she gave a loud groan of pain. Several nurses surrounded her bed, getting ready. One male doctor arrived with a clipboard and pen. He was confused at the number of men by the suffering woman.
"Alright, which of you gentlemen is, uh, the father?"
Mycroft and Lestrade stood up. "I am."
They glanced at each other and awkwardly looked away. The doctor raised his eyebrows at that. "You're...both the father?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes and motioned his head towards Mycroft and the doctor gave a long 'oh'. "Yes, I see. Very well. Sir, would you like to remain there or watch?"
Mycroft looked at Claire. She shook her head and held out a shaking hand to him. He took it and knelt down. "I'll remain here."
Lestrade stood, confused. John leaned close to him and whispered, "He meant the baby's father."
Claire suddenly started crying even more and moaning in pain. Everyone got to work. John looked away and Sherlock tweeted. Mycroft helped Claire with her breathing exercises as she felt the baby coming. John watched as the baby came. Sherlock stared with an impressed look on his face. Finally, the doctor cleaned the baby and handed her to her mother.
She stopped crying and held her baby. Mycroft and Sherlock glanced at each other. Sherlock begrudgingly handed Sherlock a twenty dollar bill. It was a girl. Lestrade stared at the baby in awe. Mycroft touched her small forehead with his index finger. John smiled warmly as he knelt down by Mycroft. "She's beautiful."
Mycroft's eyes fell on Claire and he felt his heart grow warm. "She does."
Lestrade noticed Mycroft staring at Claire and lowered his eyes. The baby had her eyes closed. Claire kissed her small forehead and giggled. Sherlock typed and looked up from his phone. "What's her name, then?"
Mycroft and Claire exchanged glances. "Aurora."
Claire handed the baby to Mycroft as John gave a small smile. "That's perfect."
Mycroft held the small baby in his arms. Her skin was beautiful. Sherlock smiled at the new Holmes family member. He returned to his phone, making Mycroft frown. He handed John the baby as he stood up. John gave the baby a small kiss on her soft cheek. "Hey, little princess."
Claire smiled as Lestrade held her hand. "Love, congratulations."
"Are you tweeting?"
They all looked at the Holmes brothers. Sherlock grimaced and took a step away from Mycroft. "No, why?"
"Well, that's what it looks like. Oh, give me that."
The two fought over the phone as John shook his head. He smiled at the baby once again, humming softly. Lestrade kissed his daughter's cheek and looked at her eyes. "I'm so sorry. For everything I said."
She glanced at him and then at Mycroft. Smiling, she gave him a single nod.