Chapter 10

Month 7-January

John felt huge. He felt like someone had shoved a small watermelon inside his womb and it continued to grow. He had been gaining weight in his arms a bit more and his stomach was still growing, amazingly he thought. There were times that his skin felt like it would tear open and others it felt like his stomach would just fall off. He began having Braxton Hicks a few weeks ago. He and Sherlock were worried that the baby was coming prematurely, but thankfully, this was completely normal, and he was glad that he didn't start having them at six weeks like some omegas.

He was in week 27 of his pregnancy, nearing in on the date but it seemed to slow down as it got closer. At their last ultrasound, they had been told that the little one had began to suck its thumb and open it's eyes, and that the baby was developing quite well.

Another thing that came with nearing the end of a pregnancy was a baby shower. John and Sherlock had discussed it, and decided that they really didn't want to have one. They agreed to have a few friends over to the flat, but not to make anything big out of it, since it really wasn't either of their thing to have big parties. Lestrade, Molly, Mycroft, Mrs. Hudson, Mike and Drew were coming over in a few hours for the… whatever they were calling it… but right now, John just sat on the couch, watching the snow as it fell onto the streets and London. He smiled as he felt a blanket drape around his shoulders, and pulled it tighter around his shoulders.

"What are you looking at?" Came Sherlock's deep baritone voice.

"Just watching the snow fall."

"Dull."

"Relaxing."

"Relaxing is dull."

John huffed a laugh as Sherlock sat down in his chair, staring at the kitchen. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

"Dull," John said, mimicking his husband. The alpha smirked and looked over to him.

"Mimicry does not suit you well, John."

"It doesn't suit you either."

"Don't be daft, of course it does."

"If you say so," John said as he laid down on his side. The doctor told him it was better for the baby if he lay on his side, as opposed to on his back. He shifted until he was comfortable, then pulled the blanket over him and sighed sleepily, missing the genuine smile that Sherlock gained at the sight. He walked over and kissed John's temple, before walking to the fridge and pulling out a jar of fingers for an experiment.

Three hours later, Lestrade, Molly, Mycroft, Mrs. Hudson, Mike and Drew were all gathered in the flat, some drinking water, such as John, Drew, Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock, and some of the others drank some for of alcohol, such as Mycroft, Lestrade, Molly and Mike. They laughed and talked, some about work, some about Sherlock's cases, but mainly, obviously, about the pregnancy.

It was a bit odd for John, everyone talking about the life residing inside him for another four months. Before meeting Sherlock, he assumed he would marry a female omega, have children that the female would give birth to, and live that sort of life, but instead, he married an alpha male, the world's only consulting detective no less, and was now carrying their child. He and Sherlock were both nervous, after the first pregnancy and due to the fact that there were often difficulties with male pregnancies.

He pushed the thought from his head and focused on what people were saying to him.

"What does it feel like?" Mike asked. Mike was also an omega but was married to a women, therefore never experienced being pregnant.

"It's strange, but good at the same time. It's strange to feel something alive moving around inside of me."

"I'd suppose," Drew answered. "Do you know the gender?"

"No, we decided to wait this time around," Sherlock answered.

"A bit of a surprise, then?" Molly piped up.

"Yeah, we can't wait to meet him or her," John said as a smile grew on his face.

"Neither can we," Mrs Hudson said. After the parents-to-be she was the most excited about the baby.

"And the yard can't wait to have you back on cases," Lestrade said.

"Yes, I miss your presence there as well," Sherlock said, wrapping an arm around John's waist, rubbing his hip with his thumb.

"I think Anderson's about ready to smack him, at this point," Greg John, and everyone chuckled, except sherlock, who just rolled his eyes. The chuckling continued, until John grasped his stomach and took in a sharp breath of air.

"John?" Sherlock asked, all attention on the omega.

"Is everything alright?" Greg asked, worry tainting his voice.

"Braxton Hicks, a pain in the ass but harmless."

"Come on John, I'll take you to the bedroom," Sherlock said. He stood up and helped John to stand. John inhaled sharply again but managed to move his feet in the direction of their room. Sherlock opened the door for him and helped John strip to his pants, then pulled the duvet back for him. Once John laid down, Sherlock gave him a kiss, then kissed his round tummy, then covered them with the cover. "I'll be right back," he said softly, then walked out to the guests.

"He okay?" Mike asked.

"Yes, this is completely normal."

"How do you know if they're the real thing or not?" Mrs. Hudson asked.

"Sixty seconds each, five minutes apart for an hour. That's when he have to take him in."

"I see. Well, dearie, we'll leave you too for some privacy." Sherlock thanked the guests as they began to leave, then shut the door and walked back to John.

Sherlock found the doctor breathing in deep and slow, trying to relieve the pain a bit.

"You doing okay?"

"Yeah, thanks." Sherlock smiled and stripped to his pants, then got into bed besides his husband. John curled up into Sherlock's side and nuzzled his face into his husband's neck, and Sherlock grabbed one of his hands and intertwined their fingers.

"I ruin everything," John said quietly after a moment of silence. Sherlock tried not to sigh, he knew it wasn't John's fault, he was just going through the mood swings that comes with a pregnancy.

"It's hardly your fault, John, it's not like you can decide when you get these things."

"I know, but…" John just sighed and closed his eyes, really not enjoying yet another spell of randomized moods.

"Only two more months," Sherlock said reassuringly.

"Good," John said tiredly, "this is painful and I just want to hold our baby."

"Me too. Soon, my love, soon."

John smiled and Sherlock placed a kiss on his head. It always seemed that the closer the date got, the slower time passed. Two months were going to drone on, but there was nothing they could do to speed it up, so John enjoyed the pregnancy while it lasted, aside from the pain of course.

He closed his eyes and pulled the blanket up around his bare shoulders as Sherlock rubbed his protruding tummy, soothing himself, and the baby, into a much needed sleep.

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