"I'm not doing it!" Sherlock said, crossing arms. He was doing a wonderful impression of a ten year old (whether or not he'd admit it).

John glared back, the crying baby in his arms. "I wasn't asking. Sherlock, I need a shower! Look at me, I am literally covered in spit up. Please, I know you're trying to sleep, but he's wailing!"

The dark haired man sighed, sitting up from his worn spot on the sofa. He out stretched his arms as he waited for John to pass him the child. "You owe me a nap."

"Thank you." Was all John could spit out through gritted teeth. As much as they loved being father's and William was a very wanted addition to their little family, the first few weeks or parenthood had not been easy.

The first few days had been a little rocky (and sleepless) but other than that a joy. But by the third day John could see Sherlock was getting bored and restless. He was sick of diaper changes and burping, he just wanted a few days, even a few hours without the crying. Before Watson, he would have thought a child an unwelcome distraction. But then... he could see the want to procreate, to bear a child to call his own. That desire was still present but it had been a different and more challenging endeavor than he had anticipated.

As he rocked William in his arms, cooing as he swayed, the newborn eventually settled. It gave Sherlock at least a momentary peace while he waited for John to finish showering. He simply couldn't understand the motive behind having more than two children. Parents who did that were absolutely mad. They has already been through the struggle of having two screaming babies, the mess and the horror, and still, knowingly decided to do it again. At least having one satisfied the urge to mate and breed, two gives you a solid chance of at least having one gifted child...but after that? Where was the logic?

"Okay. All clean, you can hand him back." John said as he wandered back into the sitting room.

By this time, Sherlock had been so lost in his train of thought that he had almost forgot he was holding the baby. " It's alright now, I'm already awake..." He said as he continued to rock his arms. "I'm sorry I was sour before, I'm just used to sleeping at whatever time suits me and I haven't been able to do that in a while. I guess I'm just cranky."

John could actually feel him mouth slack open with shock. Even with the baby, apologies were still an extreme rarity. "I know that it's been tough on you, but I think overall we are doing a decent job, bickering aside. Ya?" He asked, looking for some confirmation the Sherlock felt the same.

"It hasn't been living up to my expectations, this whole 'being a father' thing." He said as he flopped down into his chair.

"Do you regret it? If you do, tell me now." His hurt ringing through his voice.

Sherlock shook his head. "No, of course not! I suppose it more that I haven't been living up to my expectations. I just thought it would be different, I thought that I'd adapt more easily. As terrified as I was, I assumed once he was here that I would just know what to do."

The doctor sighed. He had asked the question but had no idea what to do if Sherlock's answer had been yes. "I think parenting is just one of those things that you can't be fully prepared for. You just have to expect to be thrown in and hope that you can swim." He replied as he moved closer and put a loving hand on his shoulder. "No matter what, we are making it work. William is still alive and seems to be happy, I think that's as good as its going to get for right now."

"I think I just need to adjust my parameters and apply what I've learned these past few weeks. Also, maybe learn to put his needs before my own." He said, stroking his chin with his free hand.

"Just maybe." John agreed.