A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter! I should have chapter 9 up tomorrow, but I can't promise anything due to school staring back in the morning

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, they belong to the BBC and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.


"Do you really have to be like that with cases?" John asked when they stumbled back to their flat at two in the morning.

"Be like what?" Sherlock asked with a wide smile. "Intrigued? Yes."

"I was going to go with crazy."

"You should be used to my craziness by now, and if need be, I would hope you get used to the craziness soon, since having a baby here will be just as crazy."

"I'm aware of that fact, but I'd rather us not rush into the crazy now alright?"

Sherlock sighed heavily and turned to John with a slight frown on his face. "I don't see why it would be a problem to do that, so that's fine."

"Perfect." John said with a smile. "Then can we go to bed?"

"Not tired" Sherlock said and sat down in his chair. "You can go to bed though."

"I'm going to go take a shower," John said and walked away from Sherlock. "But when I get out, you're coming to bed."

Sherlock rolled his eyes as the door shut, separating him and John.
He frowned and steepled his fingers and began going through the details of the case as he heard the water start. He had about ten minutes, which should be plenty of time.


"Sherlock," John called as he walked back into the sitting room, looking at his boyfriend sitting in his chair, completely oblivious to what was going on around him. "Love it's time for bed."

"Bed is pointless." Sherlock said with a slight glare.

"Come to bed. Now." John said with annoyance in his voice. It was well past two am and he really didn't want to be dealing with Sherlock's bullshit right now.

"Using your Captain's voice won't frighten me." Sherlock said standing and looking down at John.

"Then will you at least go to bed?" John questioned with a slight sigh. He really was just plain tired. He had to work tomorrow, and sleep was desperately needed.

Sherlock shrugged and walked towards the bedroom. "I don't want to sleep, but I'll at least sit in there with you. Your shower was shorter than usual." Sherlock commented and started to unbutton his shirt as John walked into the room.

"Alright, is that a problem?"

"No," Sherlock said and sighed "Didn't wank tonight?" he asked with a curious face

"WILLIAM SHERLOCK SCOTT HOLMES." John yelled and looked at his boyfriend with anger. "That is not something we're going to discuss."

Sherlock stared in shock for a few moments, mouth agape. John had never called him by his full name, and the only times he did Sherlock knew he had crossed a line. "Alright..." Sherlock said in a quiet voice. "Apologies" He said with a small nod of his head and lied down on the bed, glancing over at John.

"Apology accepted, now please." John said with a sigh. "Just go to sleep."

"You seem to not understand that I'm not tired."

"I don't care whether you're tired or not, your body needs sleep."

"I run fine without it." Sherlock said with a pout as John pulled the covers over both of them.

"I don't care." He whispered and pulled Sherlock close to him. "I know you need it, and I don't care what you think."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked at John. "Whatever." He said as he reached over John to turn out the light.

"Good night, Sherlock." John said kissing him softly. "I love you."

"I love you too..." Sherlock whispered and watched as John fall asleep. He knew he wasn't going to be able to get out of the bed for quite a while, so he might as well try and get some sleep...


Sherlock woke up to John getting dressed already.

"I see you're awake." John said after a moment of silence and then smiled at him. "How did you sleep?"

"Good." Sherlock said and stretched, looking at John with confusion. "Why are you getting dressed? You shouldn't have to work today."

"I do, remember?"

Sherlock went through his thoughts carefully and looked at John. "I don't remember it."

"I remember telling you, but that's beside the point." John said sitting at the foot of the bed to put his shoes on.

"Do you really have to go?" Sherlock asked and crawled over to where John was sitting, burying his face into the other mans neck.

"Yes I do." John said and reached a hand over his shoulder to tousle Sherlock's hair. "But Harry and Clara are coming by before I get home, so you have to get dressed."

Sherlock groaned with slight annoyance. One of the few things he enjoyed about John going to work is he could walk around the flat in dressed however he wanted, even if he wanted to be naked. "What time are they coming?" He asked into John's neck.

"About two, and its eight-thirty now, so you can walk around naked for a little while longer." John said and stood up turning to look at Sherlock. "I'll be home at five okay?"

Sherlock looked at him like a sad puppy from where he was on his hands and knees. "Alright..." He said and sighed, flopping back on the bed, knowing he would get John's attention.

"Why don't..." John said, taking a deep breath as he watched Sherlock. "Why don't you go take a shower?"

Sherlock stood and cracked his back and shrugged "Alright, I'll see you when you get home from work I suppose..."

"I love you." John said and headed towards the door.

"I love you too." Sherlock said and watched him head out of the flat and waited until he heard him going down the stairs before moving again.
Typically when John left, Sherlock sat in his chair or on the couch just thinking, but because Sherlock had a bit of time, he was going to use it. He grabbed his phone and turned on the music, and it instantly started playing 'Only the Good Die Young' by Billy Joel. Sherlock laughed and headed towards the shower, knowing he could at least do what John suggested.


Sherlock didn't take a long shower, long enough to listen to Billy Joel and sing along with the song. Usually he doesn't sing in the shower, but it seemed like the right thing to do then.
Once he got out of the shower he kept the music playing and walked into the bedroom and found a pair of slacks for the day and slipped them on, completely avoiding putting on pants and a shirt.

He spent most of the day singing and making tea, dancing around the flat and texting with Clara.
Something about getting sleep last night put him in a very good, wish was good for Harry and Clara coming over, especially if they actually talked about what Clara had texted him about, which was babies. It's not that he didn't want to talk about it, but if he was in a bad mood, this would not be a good discussion.

By the time two rolled around he hadn't even realized it and Harry and Clara walked in on him singing Aerosmith. He froze and looked at them.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, looking him from top to bottom. Sherlock didn't look like the type to listen to Aerosmith, but she knew that John was obsessed with the American Band when he was in school.

"Dancing..." He said quietly and turned off the music. "Is it two already?" He asked with confusion spreading across his face.

"It is," Clara said with a smile and pointed towards the bedroom, "Want me to grab you a shirt and you can talk with Harry?"

"Alright." He said with a nod as she shook her head with a laugh, walking to the bedroom.

"I didn't know you liked Aerosmith." Harry said smiling.

"John likes them, so I have to."

"That's not always how it has to be." Clara said walking back in with his shirt.

Sherlock just nodded, not wanting to explain that John liked listening to them when they were alone for certain reasons. "Are we still going to talk about what you suggested?"

"Of course." Clara said with a smile and looked at Harry who starred in slight confusion. "Children."

"Ah," Harry said with a nod. She really was a lot like John. "What about children? I'm assuming you're talking about the children we'll be having?"

"That makes the most sense doesn't it?" Sherlock said as they sat down, Harry pulling a chair over towards Sherlock and John's chairs for herself and Clara took John's chair.

"It does, but you never know." Clara said with a shrug. "I think we need to talk about some things..." She said and began to list things off, such as baby names, who was going to keep which child, since now it could be either way, the option of God-parents, and things like that.

Sherlock knew once she started talking that they would probably still be discussing this stuff when John came home. He just sighed and went a long with her, knowing the more he agreed with her, the easier it would be.


Sherlock's guess was completely right; they were still talking about it when John got home, much to Harry's dismay.

"John!" She exclaimed when he walked through the door and hugged him tightly. "Or significant others are driving me crazy." She whispered into his ear.

"Sorry to hear that Harry." He replied and looked at Sherlock and Clara who seemed to be in a very heated debate over names.

"I seriously think Amanda is a beautiful name!" Clara told him.

"And I think it sounds too American."

"What's the difference?!"

"The difference is if the child is being raised in England she shouldn't sound like she's from bloody California!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

"How long has this been going on?" John asked as they continued to bicker about names.

"The whole time," Harry told him with a sigh. "Any way you can think to defuse them?"

"Sherlock," He said and walked up behind him, "Love, if you don't like Clara's suggestion, give your own."

Sherlock looked at John like he hadn't thought of such a thing before turning back to Clara. "Gracie." He told her

Clara smiled when he suggested that. "I like the name Gracie. We now need another girls name and another boys name along with Adam."

"Other boy's name is Hamish." Sherlock said without even a thought. "I say for the other girls name..." He said, looking up at John then back at Clara. "Willow."

"Why'd you pick Hamish?" John asked, confused.

"Because it's your middle name and I like it."

"That's sweet of him John." Harry said with a smile.

"Alright, we have all the names, now time to discuss something else." She said smiling "Who keeps which baby."