John sat twiddling his phone between his hands, his sister, Harry had just asked him if they wanted to meet up but she wanted to meet at 221B. That wasn't safe. He knew that. Mary was due to have the baby next week, Sherlock knew almost everything about her and would almost definitely bring up the drinking and well he didn't want Sherlock meeting Harry so he quickly messaged back.

What about Speedy's? J

Yh sure. H

He hadn't seen Mary for about an hour now and was getting concerned. Their flat was small but home. They had a spare room that now looks like the baby page in an Argos catalogue threw up in it. The kitchen was a mess and they shared a double bed that was getting to small for the very pregnant Mary.
"Mary!" John called wandering from the kitchen to the hall. He reached the bathroom and knocked "Honey, you in there?" he called again getting rather worried about the lack of response.
"Uh, Yeah" Mary called back. Even from through a closed door John could hear that she was close to laughing although her moods were rather changeable "Are you OK in there?" Although he now knew where she was he was still rather concerned "Kinda, bit stuck though." Now she began laughing. John tried the door to find it was unlocked and slipped through.

"Hey, let me help you up." John took hold of her elbows and gently pulled her up. She was wrapped in a towel and her hair was damp. She had been sat on the toilet and could not get up due to her rounded stomach. "Thank you." She said looking up at him, He wasn't that much taller than her but she knew how to hold herself and so did he so they levelled each other out. "You sounded like you wanted to talk to me?" She questioned him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek and circling around him still managing to look elegant at nine months of pregnancy.

"Well yes," he replied turning swiftly on the balls of his feet showing every one of his years in Afghanistan "My, sister, Harriett would like to meet up tomorrow at Speedy's." he sat down on the bed once in the bedroom and looked up at Mary who was now perusing her wardrobe with a pout. "Sounds good, why Speedy's?"
"Don't know, her choice." His shrug suggested a perplexed mind but his eyes told that he knew why. "Do you mind?" with a few short steps he was up and standing behind her with his arms around her belly "No, I look forward to it. Never met her seeing as though she did not come to the wedding." Mary's mood was shifting now so John thought it wise to shift the subject as well. "No I know, hey what are we going to name this baby?" his words were muffled against her neck but she had heard them perfectly "Well I know what I want the name to be. Boy or girl," She had given up playing with the clothes and twirled in his grip to face him "What about you?" she was smiling again and it was one of her you know what I'm thinking smiles. Maybe Sherlock was right. He did go for the same type of person.
"No, we are not naming it Hamish if it is a boy. I was thinking more William." He said watching Mary with a careful eye.