2 months:

It was a month later since they found out about Sherlocks condition that Lestrade called with a case. By this time Sherlock's morning sickness had become just that instead of all day sickness. As always John got up each morning to rub Sherlocks back as he expelled the contence of his stomach, whispering soothing words as Sherlock moaned how the child hated him. But Sherlock did something surprising, without any prodding from John, he started to change his habits. He slept more than before making sure to get at least 5 hours every night, he listened to everything John told him to eat, and sometimes John would catch him reading a book about the solar system to his gently swelled stomach caressing it with feather light touches. When John inquired about he changes Sherlock had simply said " I love this child John." The smile never left John's face that day. He also seemed to love letting John stroke his stomach moaning at the touches and smiling softly eyes full of adoration, John enjoyed this as well, it helped him feel connected.

Today however John was groaning as the flats phone rang, at what the clock told him was 7:30. He didn't even feel Sherlock stir though and when he looked down he saw Sherlock was still sleeping cuddled in John's arms, a hand splayed softly over his swell of a stomach. John being a doctor knew the pregnancy tired out the detective so he wanted to let him sleep as much as possible. He smiled softly at his husband before he quietly slipped out of the bed and answered the phone. "Hello ?" he said tiredly yawning as he did so.

"John ?" he heard Lestrade ask over the line "usually it's Sherlock who answers, where is he ?"

John sighed " He is sleeping..." he heard a sharp intake of breath.

"What ?!" Lestrade asked utterly confused " he...he never sleeps though ! Is he ok ?" John laughed lightly

"Yeah Greg he's find just...we'll explain at the crime scene alright...there are going to be quite a few changes" he smirked as he said this knowing Greg was Likely even more confused then before.

"Fine...crime scenes at the old library in the central" he said in defeat, knowing how stubborn John could be.

" Alright see ya there" John replied before hanging and going to wake Sherlock only to hear reaching from the bathroom and cringing for his poor husband.

As they rode in the cab to the crime scene, Sherlock fidgeted running his hand protectively over his lightly protruding stomach. He had told Sherlock they needed to tell the yard so they could make sure Sherlock and the baby were safe during cases and that he would be working in his third trimester. Sherlock had agreed even if only because he was smart enough to know it was the best option for everyone,but now John could see he was having second thoughts. He put his hand over his husbands shaking one, trying to calm him. Sherlock turned to look at him, eyes slightly misty. John caressed his cheek looking deep into the blue/grey eyes he loved so much. " Sherlock, love what's wrong sweetheart ?" he asked concerned. Sherlock looked down for a moment before burrowing himself against John. John let out a huff of surprise, before Sherlock started to talk, whispering against his neck.

" I'm afraid they will think of me as...more of a freak then a already am...while I detest them with the exception of Lestrade, I don't think I could take that right now" he explained voice strained at admitting something so, in his mind, shameful as being afraid.

John frowned wrapping Sherlock tighter in his arms as if trying to squeeze the hurt away." Sherlock, you are NOT a freak...you are brilliant and amazing ! Your carrying our child, your the best thing that's ever happened to me...your a miracle. They can't see that because they are to shadowed with jealousy, so you listen to me, I will protect you and if they hurt you I will end them..." then he said softening his voice and rubbing he small of Sherlock's back and kissing the top of his head, " so don't be afraid love, I'm here." He felt Sherlock relax a bit into his hold and smiled slightly, at the trust Sherlock instilled in him, and he made a vow to punch Anderson in the face if he said anything even remotely insulting to his husband.

As they arrived at the crime scene they saw Anderson and Donavan off to the side looking at the neighbors discription notes and Lestrade was standing a little further away talking to the first cop on the scene. Sherlock gripped John's hand a little tighter as they exited the cab, wrapping his coat a bit tighter around himself hiding his tiny bump from view as they made their way over to Lestrade to let there friend be the first the know. When Lestrade spotted them, he waved them over, dismissing the cop with a stout nod. They came to rest next to him and Lestrade let the worry show a bit on his face when he turned to Sherlock.

" Glad to see you guys ! When John said you were still sleeping, I was worried you were sick...are you ?" he asked looking between the pair. Sherlock sighed not wanting to do this, not wanting to look weak in front of the force.

" I'm not sick per say, but I will not be able to chase criminals or work full time in a couple of months" he explained testing the water. Lestrade just looked more confused, Sherlock scowled at his incompetence and ran a shaking hand through his hair. He felt John squeeze his hand and tried to pull strength from his partner" I'm pregnant Lestrade... me and John are going to have a baby in about 7 months."

Lestrade looked shocked but not- Sherlock was happy to see- appalled. " Pregnant !" he shouted "I didn't know you were a carrier Sherlock ! Congratulations guys" he said smiling at the pair. John couldn't help but smile back overjoyed their friend was happy for them and that Sherlock had told him. He loved hearing Sherlock say 'our' baby.

" Thanks Greg" John said hugging a grinning Sherlock closer to him.

"Can I ?" Greg asked, motioning his hands to Sherlock's stomach. Sherlock huffed in feigned announce, actually pleased the man he was concidering as a godfather wanted to experience the child. He slowly lifted his coat away and unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of his purple shirt, exposing the tiny bulge of his belly. Lestrade looked amazed as he touched it tentivly. Sherlock gasped slightly as his cold fingers touched the e posed flesh but soon got used to it, oddly liking it though not as much as when John would rub his belly.

He then heard the tell tale sign of Anderson's knock off Gucci shoes walking towards him, he whirled around stomach still exposed, John surprised turned as well almost going so far as to place himself in front of Sherlock in protective stance. Anderson must have heard the inspectors shout and come over because he only looked mildly surprised when he saw Sherlock swollen middle, as if it was a confirmation. He sneered as he got closer to Sherlock, stopping about an arms length away before spitting out," The freaks pregnant ?" vaguely he heard John's growl in the background, but all his focus was on Anderson who looked ready to pounce, it was like his worst fears realized someone hurting his child. " So your a physcopathic pregnant fag ?! Huh more of a freak then ever aren't you Sherlock ?" he inquired sneering viciously at the couple.

" Sociopath Anderson remember ? And ten precent of men are carriers" he said voice shaking slightly with hurt even though his mask was in place.

Anderson smiled without humor " Well I think your a freak, you'll probably kill your kid for an experiment or something, probably got pregnant just for that !" he shouted, before he screamed in pain holding his jaw, as a fuming John Holmes-Watson punched him in the face.

John pushed Sherlock back gently to Greg who put a hand on his shaking form, before stalking over to stand over Anderson. " If you EVER even think about insulting or even looking at my husband in a rude way again I will personally make sure they never find your body ! Sherlock in NOT a freak, he never was, this is something amazing he can do and he loves this kid more than anything so unless you want a broken nose to go with that fractured jaw, it would be wise to shut the fuck up !" yelled John making Anderson cower away from the army doctor.

Lestrade then spoke up gently letting go of Sherlock who then ran to John and checked over his hand and kissed him soundly, and whispering words of thanks and love. " Anderson ! Your on physc evaluation as of now and your on DEFINITE leave !" then he pulled Anderson by the collar closer to him so they were almost nose to nose whispering so only Sherlock and John could hear," if you ever fucking insult Sherlock again...I will help John hide the body" he sneered "and I am a head detective with a boyfriend who basically runs the government, we can make it look like you never existed" he finished shoving Anderson away, who proceeded to flee away from the crime scene.

The rest of the cops who had stopped to watch the spectacle proceeded to turn away fast as their boss scowled at them for not working. Sherlock and John walked over to Greg surprised by his outburst, Sherlock even more so since even though John told him he wasn't sometimes he really thought he was a freak. " Thank you Lestrade... I really appreciate what you did, I'm ..." he trailed off whipping his tears away and muttering something about 'stupid' hormones.

John and Greg both smiled before Sherlock continued "Would you consider being the child's god father ?" he asked surprisingly shy.

Greg looked surprised but pleased and nodded eagerly. John laughed at Greg's enthusiasm and Sherlock smirked,when he scowled at John's laugh. " By the way... have you told Myc yet ?" Lestrade asked smirking when Sherlock frowned deeply and pouted.

" No we haven't" he said "we wanted to wait a bit and we knew he would come anyway" he sighed unhappily.

Greg laughed "Well I won't tell him, but I have a feeling he will be around soon" he replied winking before leading them to the crime scene, Sherlock and John both smiling and stealing kisses the whole time, freaking out the cops that didn't know them.