Christmas Miracles:

Christmas morning, a morning of wonder and magic for most children, was a wonderful morning for the inhabitants of 221B Baker Street. Five-year old Endora Holmes woke up bright and early and raced to the living room to sneak a peek at the goodies Santa had left. Presents were piled high all around the tree, and Dora raced to her parent's bedroom to wake them.

"Father, Daddy, Santa came! Wake up!" Dora shook them until they stirred.

They got out of bed and followed Dora into the living room. John smiled as he sat down next to Dora, but Sherlock dropped down onto the couch fighting to stay awake. It was the same thing every year. Dora made a grab for the presents, but John's phone cut her off.

"Hold on just a minute, Dora. It's Josh." John answered the phone, and Sherlock pulled himself into a sitting position. "Hello. Yes. Really? We are on our way." He hung up the phone and jumped up. "This is it. Maddie is having the baby."

Sherlock and John raced into action. They got dressed quickly and grabbed a couple of things Dora needed to stay with Mrs. Hudson. The Christmas presents lay forgotten under the tree as Sherlock and John led Dora to Mrs. Hudson's flat.

"Mrs. Hudson. Open up." Sherlock pounded on the door anxiously.

"Merry Christmas, Sherlock. What brings you down here so early?" Mrs. Hudson asked.

"The baby's coming." Sherlock said.

"You two hurry to the hospital. I've got Dora."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." John said, and he rushed off with Sherlock.

"Mrs. Hudson, why can't I go with them? I want to see the baby." Dora complained as she walked into Mrs. Hudson's flat.

"You'll see him as soon as he is born, dear. Now, why don't we have some hot chocolate and watch telly for a bit. Would you like that?" Mrs. Hudson pulled out two mugs and got to work before Dora could respond and the two settled down to watch movies and wait.

Sherlock and John arrived at the hospital fifteen minutes later and were greeted by Josh.

"Hey. The doctor's say it may be a little while. They are in there with her now, but I thought I'd come out and greet you." Josh said when Sherlock and John came into the waiting room.

"How is she?" John asked.

"She's alright. She asked me to tell you she doesn't want any visitors until the baby's born. She's not the happiest when it comes to dealing with pain."

"No problem. We will wait here as long as it takes. Thank you, Josh."

Josh left and Sherlock and John got settled in their seats to wait.

"Can you believe this, Sherlock?" John asked excitedly.

"What? That the baby's coming; we knew that it would be soon, John." Sherlock looked at John with a questioning expression on his face. What was John on about?

"No, well, yes. I mean here we are about to have our second baby. Could you have guessed this from all those years ago when we first met? Flat-mates working together to solve crimes, we'd just met and everyone knew but us. All that time of denying it and now here we are married with kids. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes, are you ready?" John looked at him.

"We wouldn't be here if I wasn't. And to answer your first question yes. I always knew you were different John. I couldn't imagine being here with anyone but you. You're my only friend remember, besides who else could put up with me besides my blogger." Sherlock smiled at him, and they sat holding hands for hours until Josh came back into the waiting room to invite them to see their new son.

Early Christmas evening, Mycroft showed up at Mrs. Hudson's flat.

"Uncle!" Dora yelled once Mrs. Hudson opened the door. She flung herself into his arms and gave him a hug.

"Merry Christmas, Dora, Mrs. Hudson. Your parents have sent me to pick you and Mrs. Hudson up and take you to see your new brother, Dora." Mycroft told her as he led them out to the car.

"Really, he's here?" Dora asked excitedly. "We have to hurry, Uncle. I need to see my brother.

They rushed to the hospital and up to the nursery where Sherlock and John were waiting for Dora. "Go on in." Mycroft said.

Dora crept into the nursery and rushed over to Sherlock and John. "Can I see him?"

Sherlock lifted her up to see the baby. "That's your brother, Hamish."

Dora smiled at him. "Hi, Hamish, I'm Dora. I'm happy I got to meet you and on Christmas. Thank you for coming today. I think you're a pretty nice present. Don't you think, Father?" Dora waited for Sherlock to nod before continuing. "I'm your big sister, and I'm going to play the violin for you with Father. He taught me how. I bet he'll teach you if you want, but you have to be big like me first. I can't wait for you to come home and see your room. I helped Daddy and Father make it nice for you. I brought you something. I'll leave it in your bed so you can sleep with it. I love you, Hamish." Dora set a stuffed blue elephant next to Hamish and kissed his forehead. "Bye, Hamish. I'll see you soon."

Sherlock led Dora to the waiting room to sit with him while Mrs. Hudson and Mycroft met Hamish.

"Father, when will Hamish get to come home?" Dora asked.

"In a few days. Dora, I'm very proud of you. Hamish is very lucky to have you as a big sister."

Dora hugged Sherlock and laid her head on his shoulder.

They sat there waiting for almost an hour when John came rushing out followed by Mycroft and Mrs. Hudson.

"What's wrong, John?" Sherlock panicked.

Mycroft and Mrs. Hudson gathered Dora and her things and prepared to leave.

"Say bye to your parents." Mycroft said.

Dora gave them both a hug and made them promise to tell Hamish goodnight for her. Then she left with Mrs. Hudson and her Uncle after her Dad promised to call them once they talked to the doctor.

Dora was confused, but Mrs. Hudson told her Hamish just needed some rest. Dora was content with that and chattered happily about her new brother all the way back to Mrs. Hudson's.

Sherlock, however, waited nervously until Dora was out of earshot. "What is it, John? What's wrong?" He was panicked and he could tell by his husband's expression it was not good.

"The doctor came in with some of Hamish's test results. He said-he said there is something wrong with his heart. They are taking him in for surgery, Sherlock, but it doesn't look good. Hamish might not make it."

Authors Note: Merry Christmas everyone. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this story, and an even bigger thanks to those who take the time to review. Thank you to Rumbleroar'sSlumberingCubs for reviewing. I love hearing from you. I hope you all enjoy your holidays, and I hope Santa brought you everything you asked for.