If you read any of my other fanfictions you'll know that I broke my glasses a couple of weeks ago and haven't afforded new ones yet. That's why there's been such a long hold up on all of my stories because it's been really hard to write and read without them.
Anyway, here's a new chapter, if there are any big mistakes it's because I haven't been able to see them :)
Greg drove them around all London to get the rest of the supplies needed to make a nursery out of their old bedroom. The furnitures just made it into the rented trailer and the trunk was filled to the rim with buckets of paint, brushes and clothes. Of course Sherlock brought nothing up the stairs but himself and his heavy bump leaving John and Greg to take care of the load. Before he even made it up Mrs Hudson appeared in the doorway with yellow gloves covering his hands to her elbows and a colourful apron around her front.
"Oh, hello!" she sang happily and Sherlock saw the dirt on her gear. "I just did some quick cleaning in the kitchen. John told me about your shopping so I thought I would make the place a little shinier before it you brought it in."
"Oh, Mrs Hudson." Sherlock sighed with a smile and a little out of breath after climbing the steps. The extra weight didn't really make moving easy. "There was no need." The old woman giggled and waved it off before grabbing his wrist to pull him into the flat.
"Now, you sit down and I'll make you a nice cup of tea." she smiled and put him down on the sofa. "You shouldn't be overworking yourself in your condition." The words just kept coming out of her mouth as she disappeared into the kitchen and he heard the rattling of china and the boiler. But it was soon to be drowned by the loud noises of John and Greg fighting with the big boxes so Sherlock took the opportunity to look as tired as possible before they would ask for any sort of help, and to be fare he did feel very tired. He slipped down on the sofa until his head rested to the soft cushion and feet on the table.
"Sherlock?" John panted as he stepped through the door dragging the big box that contained the big changing station. "You could at least brought the clothes up."
"No." he sighed and rubbed his bump with both hands. "Baby's fussy." The box landed on the floor and Greg took the time to roll up his sleeves.
"I hope you'll get me a beer after this." he complained and smothered his grey hair back. "Or at least some pizza." Sherlock groaned and rolled his head back and forth on the pillow.
"Yes, some beer and pizza is of course your payment." John smiled and made his way over to Sherlock. A warm hand joined his on the bump and Sherlock opened his eyes to see the gentle smile on his husbands lips. "You okay?" The detective sighed loudly and made himself more miserable than he really was in the sofa.
"Just move that ned for me so I can go to sleep." John laughed and rubbed his waist.
"Yeah, we're not moving it today. We need to clean the upstairs first. Go to bed if you need to." The detective groaned and reached out his arms.
"Help me up." he sighed and John grinned as he pulled him up from the seat. "I'm just gonna take a nap." The man waddled away while rubbing his bump and Greg followed him with his silvery eyes, waiting for him to disappear into the corridor before turning back to John again.
"Everything alright with him?" he asked and followed the doctor down the stairs to get the next box.
"Yeah, baby's been a little fuzzy lately." John answered and opened the heavy doors to the trailer. "Poking at awkward places and making his skin itchy. He finds it annoying." With a grunt they got the second box out and dragged it inside, just as heavy as the first one.
"So.." Greg groaned as he took the first step. "How many are you planning on? Just the one or..."
"Yeah, I guess so." John smiled. "I don't think Sherlock is the type who wants more. He starter off not liking the one, so I don't think we're planning for more."
"What d'you mean not liking the one?" Greg asked with terror in his voice. "What? He didn't want it?"
"It came like a shock." John defended and lowered his voice the closer they got to the flat. "I don't think many men would react positively to those kind of news. But he came over it pretty quick."
"Yeah? How long did it take? A week?" John laughed loudly as he remembered the night at the hospital.
"More like two minutes." he grinned and dropped the box against the wall. "It's all been going uphill since then. Few setbacks maybe, but I think he's happier than ever." The policeman grinned and stretched his back while wobbling back and forth on his feet, saw the glow and hope in the father to be.
"You're a lucky man, John." he smiled while shaking his head like didn't believe any of this. "Or maybe I should say Sherlock is. Who knew that he would end up in these tracks eventually." John tried to wave his words away as they made their way down the stairs again. "I can honestly say that you saved his life, John."
"Oh, c'mon!" John laughed and spun around, expecting to see a playful smirk on his friend face but was met by something completely different. Greg carried a very serious face, almost thankful and John cleared his throat and tried to shake the playful feeling off him. "H-how exactly?" Greg shrugged and stepped over the curb to get to the trailer. There was something about him today and John couldn't really put his finger on what. He seemed friendlier than ever and John was almost nervous to talk to him on such a personal level.
"I don't know." he grinned and shrugged again, leaned against the trailer and rubbed his neck. "It's kind of funny when you think about it but.. that day Sherlock brought you to the crime scene, you know, study in pink, it was like a completely different Sherlock." The doctor felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he heard those words and he lowered his gaze to his shoes. "What I'm trying to tell you is... um.." Greg continued and started to realise himself how awkward this was getting. "Before he met you he was on a dangerous path. He just wanted to impress and prove himself and sometimes he could even be dangerous to be around, but when you stepped in all of that changed. Sure, he can still be an arse but it's like you make him see the errors he might do to people and that he tries to be good. And when I say that you've saved his life, I mean that if he continued to live with his dangerous deductions and pissing people off someone would soon have pulled a knife on him." John didn't know if he should laugh or frown at that but he managed to give his friend a crocket smile. "You brought out a side of him that no one of us thought existed."
Those words warmed John for the rest of the afternoon and he couldn't stop smiling. He's never known exactly how Sherlock acted around people before he knew him, but after the talk with Greg he'd gotten a blurry picture of it. John never though he's had such an effect on Sherlock that the man tried to show a better side of himself just after a couple of hours of knowing each other. Suddenly he believed in the theory about soul mates and his stomach tingled like he'd just fallen in love with his husband all over again and the minute Lestrade left with the promise of a pint this weekend John sneaked into the bedroom.
Sherlock was completely knocked out on the bed, snoring lightly and one hand resting upon the bump. Padding across the floor he joined the hand and carded the other one through his curls. The sight of him made his head go all fuzzy, his husband was as beautiful as ever, if not more, and John smiled giddily.
"Sherlock?" he whispered and rubbed his stomach a little to cause some disturbance to his sleep. "Wake up love." The detective hummed and rolled his head on the pillow. Slowly he started to wake up and opened his blue green eyes, blinked tiredly and sighed loudly before looking up at John. "Hello."
"What time is it?" Sherlock croaked and rubbed his eye with the heal of his hand.
"Half past five." John answered him and pressed a kiss to his brow. "I thought I would wake you know so you're not up all night. I thought we could order in some food and watch a movie tonight, what d'you think about that?" His husband yawned loudly and hummed in agreement.
"Sounds good." he smiled and when John suddenly joined him in the bed and crawled up close. Dry lips pressed to his neck and the detective understood quickly what his husband really wanted from him. He was not going to protest. "I assume you've other plans so start with?" A small chuckle came from the doctor and his hand travelled over his chest and Sherlock arched into the touch. There was nothing better than having John's hands on him, those short fingers were miracle workers and as his thumbs brushed over his sensitive nipple a small moan left him. "Careful." he murmured. "They're very tender." John heaved himself up on his elbow and hovered above him for some seconds, observed everything he lover about him. Those little wrinkles by his eyes, the freckles here and there, the shape of his lips, the colour of his eyes and the tingle in his stomach was nearly painful by now. He gave Sherlock a quick peck on his lips to see if it changed and twinned one of his curls.
"I love you." he murmured and the detective smiled tiredly.
"Feeling are mutual." he answered and John giggled, gave his head a swat and pecked his nose.
"I wanna hear you say it." he laughed, pressed himself until his taut stomach touched Sherlock's waist. "Just this once." This time it was Sherlock who giggled and he flung his arms around John's neck, stroke his fingers through his short hair and nuzzled his nose.
"They're just words." he murmured and felt the baby kick excitedly against his stretched skin, possibly reacting to the hormones being released inside him by John's simple touches.
"Yes, but I want to hear them sometimes." he whispered and kissed him. "Please." The detective chuckled and felt the heat on his cheeks, John deserved to heard it.
"I love you." he whispered into his lips with a sneaky smile and cupped John's cheek. "You know I do." John hummed happily and pried his mouth open with his eager tongue to taste him more, Sherlock obeyed in haste and hummed joyfully as he tried to force him closer. His shirt had never come off as fast and Sherlock wondered what might have driven his husband to this, not that he was complaining, though. Their clothes landed in a pile that was quickly growing on the floor and the detective was already panting before his pants were even off, it had been days since he'd been this aroused. "Lube's in the bottom drawer." he whispered while John licked and kissed his long neck and all Sherlock did was holding on tight to his shoulders.
"We won't be needing that yet." John teased and kissed a slow trail down his chest, over his belly were he dipped his tongue in his bellybutton that was about to pop and then continued lower. Sherlock whimpered when he felt the feathery kisses around his groin, just avoiding his eager cock. The soft lips and sent hot sparks in his loins and he fisted John's short hair. The man mouthed at the base of his shaft and the detective murmured and closed his mouth, this might just be too quick.
"Please, John." he whimpered and spread his legs. "I want you." He was painfully hard now and John wasn't really making nay good use of it. His wet mouth just kept making hollow kisses to his groin, not putting any attention to were it was needed the most and he grew impatient. "Please."
A warm hand wrapped around him and gave a wonderful thug, John's thumb brushed over the head and he sighed loudly before bucking into the touch. His legs were lifted over the strong doctor's shoulders and he was now completely open to anything which was frightfully intriguing. The well known lips pressed to his perineum and he could feel the stub on his face rasp against his sensitive skin which made it hard not to cry out. The first little squeak left him as a surprise and he heard John chuckle beneath him just as his skilful tongue flicked over his slit. Sherlock was shaking now and let out a deep breath to relax for whatever was coming next. The baby was kicking eagerly inside him and Sherlock found it somewhat disturbing that his unborn child found this just as exciting as him but there was no time to care about that, John's marvellous, wet tongue had already found his puckered entrance and licked back and forth with just enough pressure for the detective to go inside. The small whimpers leaving him was only getting louder and he tugged John's short hair to get him closer. The hand on his cock was still caressing slowly and it was almost painful now. He needed to come soon or every nerve and loin would explode or set him on fire. John was quick to work him open and soon enough his wet muscle were exactly where Sherlock wanted him, he moaned in abandon and rocked his hips to meet every squirm that tongue did inside him.
"Oh, oh god." he moaned and buried his head in the pillow. "John, please!" The hand worked quickly around his shaft by those words and Sherlock's back arched off the bed as he felt his stomach tighten. The climax came out of nowhere and white ribbons hit across his bump and on John's hand. He smothered his shouts behind gritted teeth and panted heavily before falling back on the pillow out of breath. "Oh, christ." he huffed and felt John leave the slot between his thigh.
"That was rather quick wasn't it?" he grinned and reached for his t-shirt on the floor to clean up the mess they'd made. Sherlock pried and eye open and looked down at John, felt his cheeks heating in embarrassment and his post-coitus state.
"I'm sorry." he breathed heavily and saw John wipe his mouth on the same shirt, but he didn't seem disappointed. In fact, he looked just as pleasured as Sherlock felt and the detective made his deduction. "Did.. did you.." John giggled and fell down beside him, crawled close to his side and wrapped his arms around him. His warm hand pressed to his bump where a very eager infant kicked and squirmed after all the pleasure his father'd been given and John smiled happily.
"I did." he laughed in embarrassment and Sherlock closed his eyes as the smile grew on his lips. "So you don't need to be sorry, love." A dark chuckle left the satisfied detective as he wrapped his arms around John as well and the couple cuddled as close as they could get with that bump taking place. John's had carded through his curls, slowly bringing him back into terrible tiredness and small kisses was placed on his face when the detective suddenly sighed loudly.
"I do love you, John." he reminded and drew small circles on his shoulder blade. "I won't let you believe differently."
"I know." John murmured happily and kissed his forehead and cheek. "I like that you don't say it everyday. It makes the words more special." Sherlock buried his face to John's chest and took a deep breath of his smell, listened to his heart beat and his deep breaths. He does love John, more than the doctor himself even might understand.
"Sherlock?" he whispered suddenly and reached for the blanket to drape it over them as they cuddled. The detective only hummed in response and wrapped his leg around John's. "We should start discussing about how we're gonna do this."
"Do what?" Sherlock murmured in response and yawned loudly.
"Birth." John answered. "We should contact a doula. Someone who can be there to help us because it can't just be the two of us." Sherlock frowned and gave a disappointed pout.
"Why not?"
"I might be a doctor, but I'm not a midwife." John smiled and kissed the top of his head. "And I want to take care of you as my husband and not as my patient. And when our little son or daughter..."
"Son." Sherlock said quickly making his husband giggle.
"When our son decides to make his appearance I want to take care of you without being afraid of doing something that can danger you or our child's life because I don't know what I'm doing. Please, Sherlock, let us contact someone who can help us."
How much Sherlock didn't even want to he had to agree, even if he didn't want an unknown person poking around between his legs neither did he want John to feel uncomfortable. Maybe a doula was a good idea, and thinking about this more thoroughly it might even be a great one. With his or her help John would have his hands and mind over to comfort him if things turned out to be more frighting than he was expecting.
"Okay." he agreed tiredly and crawled up to John's eye level. "As long as he doesn't interfere to much or acts like an idiot." John laughed warmly and pressed a kiss to his nose.
"Thank you."
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