John Watson had just gotten off the phone from a very stressful conversation. He put down the receiver and glanced over at Sherlock. His husband, Sherlock Holmes, was finally sleeping peacefully on their shared bed, and John tired his best not to disturb him. He crawled slowly back into the bed, being careful not to wake Sherlock, but Sherlock stirred and mumbled tiredly
"John? What was that?" John assured him it was nothing, and they both went back to sleep.
The alarm clock blared extra loud the next morning, and neither one of them wanted to get up. But Sherlock had a case to solve and John had to get to the surgery to work. Mary had quit her job since their divorce. John had realized he would much rather be with Sherlock than Mary, so he called it off. He worked alone now, and the days felt longer than ever. Today especially, because he couldn't stop thinking about the news he had gotten last night. He realized he would have to tell Sherlock sometime, but for the next year, it would be OK for Sherlock to be in the dark.
When the long workday was over and John got back to Baker St., Sherlock was sitting in his armchair looking thoroughly pleased with himself. John figured it must be because he solved the case. But he didn't recognize this look; it looked, well, different. John asked Sherlock what it was about and Sherlock bounced out of his chair and turned to face him.
"I was wondering, John, What do you think it would be like to have kids?" John's mouth fell open.
"What? Kids?" John asked, dumbfounded.
"Yes. The couple that was murdered had a baby boy. This kid has no parents, and the orphanages are really tough in this area. What do you say we adopt him?"
John had no idea how to reply to that last question, so he sank into his own armchair. They talked about it through the afternoon, through diner, and all the way into the night. John thought it would be a good opportunity, but with the news, there was a chance things would go horribly wrong. But he couldn't tell Sherlock the news yet, either.
In the morning, John had come up with an answer, but before he could tell his husband, he needed to make some calls. He talked with many people for over an hour, and when he was done, he was ready to tell Sherlock.
"Sherlock, I've made my decision."
"Oh really? What do you think?"
"Yes. Let's get ourselves a kid!"