Hello again. Sorry for the huge delay but I've been more or less drowning in school work lately and I haven't had the energy nor the time to write anything, which sucks :(
Luckily there won't be any school work until after the summer holidays which means I will be able to go back to posting a new chapter every other day or so :)
Anyway, on with the chapter
"What about this one?" John said, holding up a blue dress in size 0-3 months. Sherlock gave the dress one look and turned back to his shelf of baby clothes.
"Aw come on, what's wrong with this one?" John sighed
"I never said there was anything wrong with it." Sherlock shrugged.
John dropped his head and breathed calmly for a second. "You don't like it. Why is that?"
"It's blue, I don't like blue."
"No, you like blue. You just don't like it because I chose it."
"That's preposterous." Sherlock mumbled while inspecting a yellow onesie, clearly not listening.
"I'm buying it."
"Mmmhm."
"Whether you like it or not." John sniffed and placed the dress in the basket he was carrying. Going out babyshopping had sounded like a great idea at first but it soon turned out that Sherlock was somehow even more stubborn than usual when it came to shopping. In the first store he had straight out refused to buy anything John had suggested and then proceeded to buy exactly what John had suggested in the next store and then when John pointed this out proceeded to roll his eyes at him. So to say that John really hoped this shopping trip was over soon must have been the underestimation of the century.
"And we're not having another yellow onesie, you've already picked out three of them." John added when Sherlock placed the onesie in his basket.
"I can't really see the problem." Sherlock sniffed. "We're going to have twins John, four onesies aren't even close to enough."
"Look, the problem isn't the fact that they are onesies, it's that they are all yellow." John sighed. "Or purple." He added as an afterthought.
"I really don't see the problem with the colours."
"I hate to say this but they're all 'girl colours'" John did the air quotation marks at the girl colours and rolled his eyes at his wording, because honestly, what was even girl colours.
"Well, we're having girls." Sherlock answered matter of factly.
"We don't know that."
"If you're worried that if the twins will be boys, which they won't, they won't be able to wear these so called 'girl colours' you are refering to I can happily inform you that it's perfectly acceptable for boys to wear these colours in today's society." Sherlock managed somehow to sound exactly like John's history teacher in tenth grade, the one that made everyone sleep as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Yes, I know this Sherlock. But this works both ways and I will not have my children raised into stereotypes so we're getting a variety of colours on the clothes and stuff like that." John said and grabbed a blue, grey, red, white, pink and green onesie from the shelf and placed in the shopping cart next to Sherlock's orgie of yellow and purple.
Sherlock stared at John knowing that if he were to argue now would be saying that he was wrong before. He stared at John a moment longer before giving up. It wasn't that John was wrong, he was very right indeed, it was just that Sherlock really liked yellow and purple.
John was now heading towards the cashiers with the cart in front of him, clearly done with today's shopping. Sherlock walked after his the fastest he could, his belly was becoming really big now. As luck had it, he wasn't wadling as a duck yet. Ahh the small victories in life.
"John!"
"Oh what now Sherlock. I'm really tired and I just want to go home and have a cup of tea." John snapped and glared at Sherlock, silently daring him to so much even think about thinking about complaining.
"All of the clothes are in the same size."
John blinked a couple of times before groaning and beginning to walk back towards the baby clothing.
They spent another five minutes making sure they had at least one set basic clothing for the twins until they were nine months old and to Sherlock big delight he managed to sneak a sweater in the exact same eggplant purple as the shirt he had at home into the basket when John was busy gathering socks.
"I wore yellow when I was little"
"What?" John looked up from the teacup he had been absentmindedly stiring in. They had decided, or more like John had demanded, that they would have a break when they were done with the clothes and ordering the crips and all that stuff. Which is why they found themselves at a wayne's coffee right now, John having a cup of tea and a blueberry muffin and Sherlock eating John's blueberry muffin.
"I know that yellow isn't a girls colour, I wore it all the time when I was little." Sherlock said and nicked another piece of the muffin. "Or, at least when I was allowed to."
"What's that supposed to mean?" John asked, more than a little concerned. "the not being allowed part."
Sherlock shrugged. He did not often talk about his childhood, and he had good reasons not to want to, but sometimes he just...needed to let some out. It wasn't like he was abused or anything, he was quite loved actually. It was just that...whatever he did Mycroft had already done ten times better.
"My parents were very preservative and strikt. I was always dressed in blue, green, black or some other of the masculine colours when my parents got to choose and there was tons of lesson on being a 'real man' as father called it. Lessons involving hunting, proper etiquette, what you should like and do and all that stuff." Sherlock finished with a wave of his hand.
"So you're telling me your parents told you who you should be?" John asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the thought.
"No." Was the only answer Sherlock provided and John would have felt a bit more reassured that this wasn't the case if it hadn't sounded slightly like Sherlock was trying to convince himself. But then again parents trying to live through their children wasn't that uncommon.
"Okay." John sipped at his teacup and the conversation was dropped but John still couldn't shake the feeling of slight unease. Sherlock rarely talked about his childhood, or anytime before he met Lestrade and got clean for that matter, and if John were to be completely honest it didn't sound like Sherlock had had the best of childhoods. Not the worst either, of course not, but just not very good. But then again maybe he only told John about the bad moments for some reason. He decided that he would stick with that option for so long because otherwise he was going to drive Sherlock insane with his worry.
As Sherlock finished the last piece of the blueberry muffin a thought hit John.
"Why aren't you wearing yellow now then?" He asked and Sherlock stopped mid-chew only to give him a look that said 'congratulations, you're now the stupidest person in this universe'.
"Hey, don't need to go all murderous on me. I was only asking."
Sherlock swallowed and cleared his throat before answering. "Because I look ridiculous in yellow." As if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Hey, I don't think you'd look-" He began before the image of Sherlock dressed in one of his normal black suits appeared in his mind but instead of one of his usual shirts he wore a bright yellow one and quite frankly, he looked like a bumblebee. "Okay, I change my mind, you'd look ridiculous."
Okay, so this chapter was a bit more serious than the others has been and these "Serious" chapter will come once in a while but it will mostly bee as it was before.
Just one thing more, I've almost figured out what the twins will be called (and no I'm not telling you) but suggestions are still very welcomed :)
And as always reviews are lovely
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