Baby Pictures, A Chinchilla and the Bloody Cow

Sherlock lay on his back on the examination table his eyes wide as he looked at the sonogram screen. "That's a baby." He stated rather stupidly…something Sherlock Holmes was not.

John smiled as he moved the attached wand over Sherlock's stomach. "Listen to this." He said as he flipped a switch and soon a swooshing sound could be heard through-out the room. "Hear that?"

"Of course I do." Sherlock said and listened in awe. "I'm also not going to be one of those silly parents that asks about it being so fast because I know that a fetes' heartrate is supposed to be the rate that it is currently going.

"Right."

Sherlock was a big shocked by the lack of words his boyfriend was using. "Everything alright?" he meant with the baby but assumed he could be asking John too.

John looked from the monitor and to Sherlock. "Oh yes everything is fine." He patted his boyfriend on the leg in reassurance. "Do you want a picture?"

"An actual picture?"

John nodded his head.

Sherlock smiled a little, "That would be nice." He said as he wiped off his stomach with the towel John handed to him and then sat up on the table. "So he or she is okay."

"Of course," John said smiling. "I would have said if something was wrong."

"Right."

"So you appear to be about six weeks along." John said smiling like a fool; he was enjoying this immensely.

"Hmm"

John looked at Sherlock…really looked at him. He couldn't believe it but the detective appeared to actually be enjoying the idea of being pregnant. Hadn't they had a conversation about this only a few months earlier?

***THREE MONTHS EALRIER ***

"Sherlock you would enjoy it."

"I assure you I would not." Sherlock stated from where he was seated at his microscope at the kitchen counter.

"But they are cute and cuddly…"

Sherlock looked over at John, his eyes giving him a dubious look. "A child is NOT cute and cuddly, John."

"Well maybe not so cuddly…not all the time…but they are cute." The doctor said a cute pout coming onto his face one that often led them to the bedroom…and maybe that was John's point here.

"You honestly have NO idea what you are speaking of." Sherlock said as he went back to looking at the experiment under the microscope all the while thinking of what John had been suggesting. John wanted children and if that was the case and they had children of their own it meant Sherlock would have to become pregnant. This was honestly the part that the young detective was not excited about. Could he really handle being pregnant?

"You're being selfish…once again." John said after a second of silence. "I don't understand why you don't want to have children with me."

"Because I don't."

***BACK TO REAL TIME***

"Sherlock we need to talk." John said as they gathered their things and headed out of the surgery.

"About?"

John was beginning to feel rather exasperated by his boyfriend, he didn't understand his behavior and attitude around their newfound information. "Sherlock!"

Hearing the change in tone in John's voice had Sherlock's attention. He turned to look at him with his own look of exasperation. "Can this not wait until we get home?"

'Right he's embarrassed' John thought to himself but nodded to Sherlock. They got a cab and took it home in silence. Both men needing time to think things through…but both were thinking on the same topic.

Lunch was attempted when they arrived at the flat. Well it was successful on John's part but completely unsuccessful on Sherlock's.

"Sherlock!" John exclaimed knocking on the bathroom door.

"How do you…expect me to bloody open the door." Sherlock managed to say through bouts of heaving.

"Good point." John mumbled to himself as he stood on the other side of the bathroom door waiting for Sherlock to be finished getting sick.

It took a good few minutes but soon the detective was opening the bathroom door looking as white as a sheet. "Jesus Sherlock."

Sherlock just glared as he pushed past his boyfriend and flopped onto the bed his head going in his hands. "This is not going to work."

John began getting worried, "What isn't."

"This vomiting all the time, I won't be able to work like this."

"It should stop in a few weeks." John said as he sat down on the bed next to Sherlock and started rubbing his back. He was rather shocked with the other man leaned into his touch when normally he would push him away.

Sherlock looked at John in disbelief. "You say that like it's a good thing…well you try being violently I'll numerous times a day."

"I would rather not." John admitted sympathetically. "But seriously Sherlock can we REALLY talk about this now?"

"Not sure what to say…you 'knocked' me up." Sherlock said with a slight smirk on his lips. "You really were a bad, bad boy."

John had NO idea where the suggestive comments were coming from but quite frankly he felt proud for 'knocking' up Sherlock…not that it took much effort obviously because they sure as heck hadn't been trying. Realizing Sherlock was expecting an answer or comment or something he did. "I don't see it as being bad. We're in a committed relationship, we just happened to have sex and bingo."

Sherlock was shaking his head still smirking. "Don't you remember what happened seven weeks ago?"

John looked confused at first but then remembered, blushing bright red. "The chinchilla."

"The chinchilla."

"I swear that little guy just did something to me."

Sherlock's smirk turned to a disgusted face. "Ew John you make it sound like it was the chinchilla that turned you on and got me pregnant."

Thinking of it that way had John making a face too. "Okay so it wasn't the chinchilla itself but the case of the chinchilla."

"What is with us having animal related cases recently? First the chinchilla and then the five footed cat."

"No idea."

Sherlock got a contemplated look on his face but shook out of his thoughts rather quickly. "But seriously it was the OWNER of the chinchilla that you ready to get your rocks off."

John sat up straighter, "He was as hot as hell and you know it too."

"I wouldn't say that…"

"Yes you would."

"You know when you talked about wanting something cute and cuddly a few weeks ago we should have bought a chinchilla." Sherlock said. "Would require less vomiting on my part."

John sighed and started rubbing his boyfriend's back again. "I'm sorry."

Sherlock was taking off guard by the apology. "What?"

"I know you didn't want this."

Sherlock sighed, "John…" he paused and looked at his lap. "Not your fault you know."

"Technically it is."

Sherlock shook his head this time looking up and over at John. "It kind of takes two people to make a baby. I was not innocent in that chinchilla debacle."

Hearing this caused John to laugh. "So you admit it had to do with chinchilla guy."

"Is that what we are calling him?"

"Might as well."

"Hmmm."

"So we're having a baby?" John questioned, ready to spew many words of protest if Sherlock mentioned anything about terminating the pregnancy.

Sherlock surprisingly wasn't thinking about anything to do with termination. Actually his mind was on vomiting…not at that exact moment but in the future. Realizing he should probably answer John's question he nodded his head, "We're having a baby."

"Another one?"

"Yes?"

"Cow this time?"

"Bull actually."

John ran a frustrated hand over his face as he looked at the pictures all over the sitting room of the flat. "This is positively revolting." He made a face. "Tell me again why we are focused on a cow's…murder?"

"It is not the fact the cow was killed but how it was killed."

"Riiight…"

Sherlock sighed as he filled in his boyfriend, flat-mate and work partner on their most recent case. Mrs. Harper had found her husband murdered the same way the family cow was killed the night before. Even though it was a connection between a barnyard creature and a human being rather than the normal human, human connection Lastrade thought it was good to bring Sherlock in on the case. The only problem was he didn't realize how the various images would affect his friend.

"Why do we keep getting animal cases?" John questioned as he again looked at the ghastly images all around the room.

"Don't know." Sherlock said sounding distracted.

John caught on and looked over at what the other man was looking at. It was simply another one of the disgusting cow pictures. "What is so impressive about that one?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

Sherlock nodded, "yes nothing." But as he said this he turned positively green.

"Sherlock?"

"Bin!" Sherlock practically screamed and was thankful that even though he was confused John grabbed the waist bin by his chair and scooted it in Sherlock's direction.

"What is going on?" Lestrade questioned as he walked in the flat just in time to see Sherlock grab the bin and start violently vomiting into it. "Weak stomach all of a sudden Sherlock." He teased not realizing how truthful that was.

"Greg…" John warned since Sherlock was glaring at the older man even in midst of being sick.

"It is normal for him to do that and I just haven't noticed?" Greg questioned not listening to John's warning.

Sherlock heaved

"Seriously Man, stop it." John said as he walked over and rubbed at Sherlock's back trying to get the heaving under control.

"Right." Greg cleared his throat and headed for the kitchen, the tap could be heard turning on so John figured he was getting a glass of water for Sherlock, at least that would be nice.

Finally, after a good five minutes of being sick, Sherlock slumped back in his chair, sweating, tears running down his face. He was a good mess and when he heard commotion in the kitchen realized again they weren't alone. "Lovely." He mumbled to himself.

"It'll be fine Honey." John said to the other man still rubbing his back.

When Greg came back into the room John used that opportunity to head upstairs and dispose of the sick in the bin.

Greg did come with water and quickly handed into Sherlock, a bit flustered.

Sherlock mumbled a 'thank you' as he took the water and sipped at it for a few minutes.

"Have you two not said anything to each other the whole time I've been gone?" John questioned as he came down the stairs.

"I said 'thank you' for the water." Sherlock said with a shrug.

"Which is strange." Greg pointed out. "So what is going on? First vomiting over crime scene photos now being polite?"

Sherlock sighed and looked at John who looked back at him in encouragement. "Oh for goodness sake." He said throwing his hands up in the air, thankfully the glass had been put down at some point. "I'm blood pregnant."

Greg's eyes went wide and he had to flop down in a chair to keep from falling over. "Excuse…me?"

"You heard me."

John rolled his eyes at his almost functionally mute boyfriend. "He is pregnant, we found out yesterday."

"And you are letting him go gallivanting after dead cows?"

"That might change after this reaction." John said looking at Sherlock who was glaring at him.

"It had nothing to do with the images on the paper." Sherlock said actually pouting a little.

"Oh?" John found this interesting. "Do enlighten us."

Sherlock sighed, "The photos smell funny."

"Funny?"

"Yes odd…peculiar"

John rolled his eyes, "I know what 'funny' means Sherlock."

"Then stop asking ridiculous questions." Sherlock said as he wiggled around in his chair, nothing felt comfortable anymore and he hated it when even his favorite chair was not how he wanted it.

"How does the photographs smell funny, Sherlock?" Greg questioned interested.

"Where did you get them from?" Sherlock asked, not answering Greg's question.

Greg was confused to get a question thrown back at him without the answer to his. Sighing he went for it. "Mrs. Harper."

"Thought so."

"You did?" John asked seriously not understanding how his boyfriend's brain worked sometimes. "How did you come of that result?"

"Smells of men's cologne."

"Huh?" Both John and Greg said at the same time.

"Sherlock you are REALLY not making sense." Greg said shaking his head in disbelief. "Please clarify."

Sherlock was getting exasperated. "It's obvious she is having an affair and her husband found out about it and got himself killed in the process."

"And the cow?"

"Sadistic freaks."