I woke up the next morning to Sherlock still curled around me, his bare chest and legs embracing me as he slept. I smiled as I saw his lips curl up into a smile in his dream. That hasn't happened in a long time. I brushed my fingers delicately over his forehead, brushing some of his curls away from his eyes. He shifted in his sleep, but did not wake. I pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, and when I pulled back, I was met by two stormy-green eyes and a large smile.
Sherlock bent down his head and kissed my lips tenderly, making me shiver. I pressed myself up against him, our bodies both still completely nude. I could feel his feet poking at mine, the fine hairs on his chest brushing up against me. I hummed contentedly, enjoying the moment of passion that we were sharing.

About three minute later, Sherlock pulled away," I think we should get up." he said. I sighed, knowing he was right. I stole another kiss and sat up on the bed, feeling the cool spring air coming in from the window on my skin. I then stood and walked over to my dresser, fetching out some pants and trousers, throwing them on for this morning. I decided to leave my shirt off, as Sherlock usually does, and smiled at the memory of last nights events. I wasn't sore, like Moriarty had made me, but instead left with a warm sense in my heart, as well as the welcome possibility of another child already growing inside of me. But that I wouldn't know until tomorrow.
I turned around to see Sherlock spinning the bed sheet around him, covering him in cotton. I chuckled as he got the top part of the sheet wrapped around his head, walking over to him and helping him un-tangle it from around his head. As I slipped the sheet onto his shoulders, he smiled at me, a playful look in his eyes. "What on earth are you doing?" I asked him, laughing. He smiled at me," I don't feel like putting on clothes." he replied simply, and wrapped his sheet around me as well, tangling us both in white.

After we managed to separate ourselves from the soft net of the cotton sheet, we both walked into the living room and sat down, curling up on the couch together after having prepared toast and jam for each other. I sat a book that I had plucked from the shelf on Sherlock's lap, wanting him to read it aloud as William often asks of him, being too tired to read the small print of a book, yet craving to hear another story... especially read in Sherlock's deep baritone voice.
" 'Eragon?' " he said, turning the book over in his hands," Since when did we get so many books on dragons?" I looked up at him," I may have gone with William to the used book shop a few weeks ago." I said, smiling. Sherlock smiled and sighed warmly, cracking open the book and beginning to read.


About halfway into the book (Which was no short read) Sherlock closed it and rested his head against mine from my head having been resting on his shoulder for about an hour or so now.
He turned his head to me and smiled, gazing into my eyes. "What?" I said after a moment," Nothing." he said, leaning down and pecking me on the lips.

But the happy moment didn't last long.

I felt a sudden, intense pain in my belly, as if someone was stabbing me in the gut. I doubled over, clutching my stomach. "John!" Sherlock exclaimed, dropping the book to the side and scooping up my head after I hit it on the hard floor, my body curled into the fetal position. "John, what is it?" Sherlock said, panicked. I couldn't speak, let alone scream. All I could do was lay there and gasp in a silent cry. I then felt something wet and hot trickle from between my legs, looking down to see scarlet beginning to stain my trousers.
Sherlock placed his hand under my legs in an attempt to lift me, getting the first pained cry from my throat. I curled my head and hands into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body. Sherlock then walked towards the door, keeping his upper body as still as he could, but I could feel every little thump that his feet made on the ground as he practically ran out of the door.

Sherlock threw the door open and ran, his bed sheet waving out behind him like a cape. We were both poorly dressed, but that was the last thing on both of our minds at the moment. I was enclosed in white, and I could feel Sherlock's increasing pulse as he ran, seemingly to nowhere. 'What is happening?' I thought to myself when I gritted my teeth as Sherlock leapt over something in his way, turning a corner.
It wasn't until 15 minutes later when I realized where he was taking me. The sounds of people chattering and the smell of sanitation could only mean that we were at the hospital.


SHERLOCK

I could see the entrance to Harold Wood hospital. Close, but not close enough. I bit my tongue as I ran, ignoring the bit of glass stuck in my right foot. Hearing John's cried every time one of my feet hit the ground made my heart break every time. The blood from in between his legs soaking through the white blanket I had wrapped around the both of us, to protect my own body from the peering eyes of others and to shield John from any strange stares that people might give him.
I charged into the emergency entrance, immediately gaining stares from the entire waiting room. "Help! Somebody please help!" I called out, seeing two staff members rush towards me, a stretcher in between them. I placed John on top of the bed, his shout of pain as his arse hit the mattress almost killed me. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to stay back and let us handle the situation from here." One of them said," But- wait... Is he going to be okay?" I asked, grabbing the arm of the nurse before she could leave," We will do everything we can." she said, and she walked towards another hallway.

"Wait!" I heard someone call out," Hold that patient!" A man with wild brown hair and bright blue eyes came running towards us, and i almost cried out in relief," Sherlock! What's going on?" he said, gripping the side of the stretcher that John was settled on so that no one could take it," Ben," I breathed out, walking over to where he stood next to John and the other nurses, who looked dumbfounded at the situation," We tried to have another baby, but this morning he keeled over in the living room and had blood running down his legs. He is very warm. This all happened 15 minutes ago." I explained, one of my hands clutching the railing of the stretcher and the other running comfortingly through John's hair, wiping the sweat off of his brow. "When was the last time you two had sex?" he asked while trying to get John to lie straight instead of curling on himself," Around 9:00 last night." I replied blankly, ignoring the awkwardness of the question. Ben nodded," I think I know what's going on." he said, scribbling on the notepad he held in his hands.
He looked up at me," Do you trust me, Sherlock?" he said. I nodded, looking down at John, who by his looks was trying his hardest not to cry out. I leaned down and kissed his forehead," It's going to be okay." I whispered. And before I could stand up again, John's hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss, his teeth mashing against his lips. I returned it, pressing a soft hand to his cheek.

After a moment, I reluctantly pulled away and let Ben lead the team of nurses down the hallway and around a corner. But I wasn't worried. Ben knew John and worked with men who had the ability to become pregnant before. Everything was going to be okay...

Right?


Author's Notes:

Okay! Here is the next chapter, and with a little cliff hanger added in! I will get the next chapter up MUCH sooner than this one, but I have been busy! The local theatre put on 'Hairspray' (which was a HUGE success... over 2,000 people came!) and I worked stage crew, so it was really busy, as well as my orchestra AND band concerts being the same week... yeah.

But I will hopefully have more time, and get back to writing regularly very soon! Your comments help inspire me, and they keep me going, so please remember to submit your ideas and comments!
P.S- Sorry about and grammar issues... It is REALLY late here... and btw, I've had a lot of 'What is the difference between Trousers and Pants?' comments, so I will explain. In the U.K, we say that 'Pants' are 'Underwear' and 'Trousers' are 'Pants' for the americans reading... So there ya go!

Hope you guys are having a great week, and I look forward to seeing you in the comments section!

-PerfectMoments