I can honestly say I don't know where this came from. I was just sitting in the library trying to study for a test when this little blurb popped up. I haven't read too many of these omega-verse stories, but I find them fascinating. Anyway, the image of this scene wouldn't leave and I decided to give into the muse and write it out so I could finish studying. I really enjoyed writing it too, and will try to post a couple more little fics like this.
John sighed as he stretched back on the couch, propping his feet on one end while laying his head in his mate's lap. He was in the seventh month of pregnancy and lying this way on the couch was the only way he could be comfortable. So he spent much of his time there when the little one decided to squirm and nothing, especially an irritating mate wanting to sit there, was going to stop him. Not that he minded of course. Having Sherlock nearby and sitting still was always a treat.
Said mate was not fazed by John's presence as he riffled through the mind palace. It needed a good cleaning and having John nearby meant he didn't need to worry about him. It was irrational behavior, he knew, but it was something he really couldn't control, no matter how tedious.
The problem with this position was that John got incredibly bored just lying about. It really was inconvenient. The television didn't provide much to cure this issue and he'd read through all the books, even the old case notes. He wondered if this was how Sherlock felt when he didn't have a case.
He huffed in annoyance. Sherlock grunted and squeezed his eyes tighter shut. He felt a sharp pressure on his side and let out his own grunt before poking where he'd felt the pressure. There was another kick and he retaliated with another poke. He repeated the process over and over, finding amusement in pestering his child into kicking and moving about.
This went on for a good ten minutes before the movement finally bothered Sherlock enough to leave the mind palace. He glared at his mate at first, but the glare turned to curiosity quickly. "What on Earth are you doing?" He asked with the tiniest hint of amusement in his voice.
"Payback." John said, not taking his eyes off the bump. "He wouldn't quit moving about, so I'm giving him a taste of his own medicine."
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "He's an infant, and it's not like it's his fault."
"You're right." John nodded. "It's yours."
"How is it my fault?" Sherlock asked, baffled.
"I'm not the giant here." John explained, gasping with an evil grin as his son stretched extra hard and caused a small pain in his ribs.
Sherlock sighed and rolled his eyes. "I thought you omegas were supposed to be motherly and caring towards your offspring. Not pummel the poor things while they try to get comfortable."
"You of all people should know I'm not your everyday run-of-the-mill omega." John finally turned his gaze to his mate with a smug grin. "I'm one of a kind."
"That you are." Sherlock agreed. He ran his fingers through John's hair and watched as he returned to poking at their child.
