Author's Note: Here is the second part of my Mpreg story. Sorry it's taken me like a year but the muse kinda left me as well as university work caught up with me as well and it has taken the new series to get me back on track! So here it is, get ready for answers to some of your questions such as the gender of the baby. Thank you for all of your reviews. Before you read remember I'm not a doctor and most of this I'm making up and I've also never had a baby so... anyway please review if you want more...
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, the BBC does. Paradise is by Coldplay.
Pairings: Sherlock/John
Warnings: Mpreg and general fluff!
PARADISE
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach so
She ran away in her sleep
John took the baby, still bundled up in Sherlock's great blue coat and held her close. The baby had Sherlock's bright green eyes and his sandy blonde hair and looked very content to just look around. John smiled down at her, silently unhappy that he had missed her birth but happy all the same. 'Baby Holmes' as Sally had christened the little girl was trying her best to reach for invisible things in the air in front of her face. She was by far the most active baby John had every had the chance to hold and even though she was only a few days old, she was always moving and John could tell it was a Holmes family trait- always being active. He silently hoped the little girl had Sherlock's brains. She already seemed very clever but he thought that was just the father inside of him.
He was pondering names when a nurse came around to the gardens to take the little girl back to the children's ward to give her time to sleep before the hospital gave her the next set of jabs. These had been a part of the past few days and because of the circumstances of her birth the hospital where being very careful. John carefully gave the baby to the nurse who tried to pull the coat away from the baby. But a tiny hand grabbed onto it and wouldn't let go. "She likes the coat." John said smiling. It was the first time in days when he had felt like smiling, everything had been very stressful but Baby Holmes seemed to be able to make him smile. The nurse nodded and wrapped the coat around the baby before leaving John alone with his thoughts.
And dreamed of
Para-para paradise, para-para paradise, para-para paradise
Everytime she closed her eyes.
"Look what we did John." Sherlock said in a very small voice, overcome with emotion, exhaustion and love. John took the baby from Sherlock and looked at the baby, tears starting to cloud his vision. "It's a girl." John said smiling and Sherlock nodded before letting out a pained gasp. John's attention suddenly snapped back to Sherlock. Sally fell to her knees beside them, "John let me take Baby Holmes, Sherlock doesn't look so good..."
John handed the baby to Sally who started to coo over the child, introducing herself as Auntie Sally and walking around the room towards the door very slowly. John took one more look to the baby still wrapped in the blue coat and then back to Sherlock who had gone white.
"John... I feel really sick." Sherlock said a hand going to cup his stomach and he gave out a low groan. Lestrade got to his feet and grabbed the bin from under the desk as Sherlock was sick into it. But to John's horror he didn't just throw up... he threw up blood. Lestrade gasped and John put a hand to Sherlock's forehead to find it was burning up. "Where is that ambulance?" John cursed under his breath. Sherlock looked terrified, John didn't realise how hard he was holding John's hand until little cuts of blood came to the surface.
"Ok, we need to take him to the ambulance...NOW!" John said and instructed Lestrade to help him lift Sherlock up, which proved to be a mistake when Sherlock cried out in pain as blood rushed down his legs.
"Shit, after birth!" John said cursing himself inside for forgetting that. They guided Sherlock back down to the ground just as Anderson crashed through the doors with two paramedics. They knelt down next to Sherlock just as he let out a scream of pure anguish. His face was a picture of pain, arms clamped around his middle and his breathing was laboured. John wanted to help. But he knew he couldn't as stepping back from Sherlock, he could now feel how bad he was shaking. Lestrade put a hand on his shoulder as the two paramedics moved Sherlock and took him to the ambulance. John and Lestrade, with Anderson bringing up the rear, walked to the ambulance behind the paramedics as if in a very slow funeral march to met Sally Donavan with another paramedic and a now sleeping baby. The ambulance was off with its blues and twos as John watched Sherlock have an oxygen mask snapped to his face and an IV placed in his arm.
"Sir, I've checked over your little girl, I'd like to take her in to the hospital to get some shots because of the circumstances and then you can head home." The paramedic smiled at the three police offers and the doctor, "She is very healthy sir." John whispered a "thank you" and got into the police car with the baby girl in his arms.
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
And the bullets catch in her teeth
The last few months had been difficult and stressful, to the point where John had called in every favour he was owed, leaned on Mycroft more than he would have liked and spent way too much time in an intensive care unit of a hospital. Sherlock was still in a critical condition after lapsing into a coma three days ago. Sherlock's doctor had explained to John that the bag which contained the baby during the birth had burst due to the immense pressure during labour. The doctor had showed concerns that the birth had been too fast and forceful causing this to happen. This had meant that fluid was expelled into Sherlock's body and had caused him to be sick but it had also gone into his blood and had started a reaction akin to septicaemia. So Sherlock was yet to regain consciousness and had yet to meet the little baby girl.
Baby Holmes or Lily Holmes as John had been calling her had been given every shot known to man and then given back to John who had slept with the baby on his lap for the first night. John didn't know what to do those first few days and it had only been a mix of help from Mrs Hudson and Molly and surprisingly Mycroft that had got him though it.
Mrs Hudson had appointed herself as Grandma to the little girl and spent time with her when John needed to be at the hospital or desperately needed to sleep. She also knew how to change nappies, feed babies and heat bottles up to the right temperature. Molly had helped John with the paper work and offered to baby sit when no one could, she also went food shopping for John and also found clothes for the little girl.
Mycroft was the most helpful. He had told John that he would be watching out for Sherlock. He was there at the hospital when John couldn't be. He had pulled rank on the doctors and paid for the most exclusive care for his brother but most importantly he had told John that the little girl had Sherlock's eyes. John didn't think Mycroft had ever been so straight with him. But the comment made John think that Mycroft didn't think he would ever see his brother's eyes again.
But this afternoon felt different. Lily was once again trying to reach out for something invisible in the air on the floor where John had put her on a baby mat (even though he didn't know why he bothered, Lily would find a way of rolling off of it before too long) and John was flipping channels on the TV, feeling completely exhausted due to lack of sleep though one thing or another. Suddenly the phone rang. John pulled himself off the sofa and grabbed the phone from the desk in the living area of 221B and was surprised to see that it was Mycroft.
"Mycroft, what a pleasant surprise..." John started checking Lily from where he stood by the desk, by now she had rolled off the mat and was staring up at the television making baby noises. Before he could finish his sentence however Mycroft cut him off.
"He's waking up, he moved his hand last night."
"I'll be there in ten." With that John hung up the phone and grabbed his coat followed by picking up the baby jacket Molly had picked up. He scooped Lily into it and grabbing keys and the phone and stuffing them into his pocket he raced down the stairs with Lily laughing in his arms.
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
The hospital was the same as ever. Cold and depressing- John missed the heat of being a soldier when he came to these places. He was holding Lily up to his shoulder and she was still giggling wrapped in her winter coat. He rushed towards Sherlock's room, passing Anthea who was on her blackberry in the corridor. He opened the door to find Mycroft and a doctor standing over Sherlock who amazing was moving.
And dreams of
Para-para paradise
Para-para paradise
Para-para paradise
"Sherlock?" John breathed as he rushed over, shifting Lily in his arms to face Sherlock. The little girl suddenly pushed herself forward and John eased her into Sherlock's arms. John took Sherlock's hand softly.
"John, he is only responding to certain things, we think he is coming out of the coma." Mycroft said stepping back. Lily seemed to get bored and then upset very quickly and began to cry. John was once again torn and stoked Sherlock's hand as the man mumbled something. Ignoring Lily quickly John felt his eye's well up.
"Sherlock, please, just come back to me... I can't do this on my own..." The mumbling increased. Mycroft stepped forward to comfort Lily and suddenly an arm reached up and touched Lily. Mycroft suddenly stopped and John let out a started breath as the mumbling suddenly made sense.
"J-john please shut the baby up..."
John's tears of desperation turned into joy as he cried into Sherlock's shoulder. Mycroft walked over and picked up Lily who was still crying and hushed her to sleep.
She'd dream of
Para-para paradise
Para-para paradise
Para-para paradise