JOHN
Today was the day! The day that William came in for his visit. I had the weekend to rest my muscles before I work with a new trainer after the long, irritating week with the physical strength trainer. Mycroft was set to tell Benjamin when they had arrived.
Sherlock and I had taken to watching a new show called 'The Office'. It is so amusing to hear Sherlock deduce what will happen next, only to see him be baffled when a new clue comes up. He has only made one mistake so far, so he is doing pretty well.
As the episode was ending, Benjamin came in and knocked on the door," They just arrived." he said," Will is going in for his appointment, and then he is going to come in, alright?" he said. I nodded eagerly, taking Sherlocks hand in mine and gripping it tight. I pressed my other hand to the bottom right of my belly where I could feel the thrumming kicks of the baby. Sherlock looked over," Is it moving again?" he asked, slowly sitting up so he didn't go into another fit. I nodded," It has been kicking me for hours..." I groaned. Sherlock pressed my hand to his lips," Just two and a half more months. You are almost there." he cooed, switching to the news.
I tried to imagine what this child would look like. Would it have curly or straight hair? Freckles, maybe? Will it be tall like Sherlock or short like me? Or even somewhere in between? I allowed myself to space out until the done of the meteorologist talked about the upcoming October snow storm, the mention of that amount of snow coming in two months from my delivery time putting a frown over my face. That wasn't good. This birth had to be planned better than the last one... I don't know if I would be able to survive that again without Benjamin there.
It seemed like hours before we heard a knock on the door again. I sat up, my eyes glued to the door. Sherlock smiled at me," Come in!" he called. The door swung open and Will ran in with a new green cast on his arm. He ran up to my bed and hopped up, wrapping his arms around my neck in the biggest hug he could give. I clutched him tightly to me, being careful of the baby bump. "I missed you Papa." he whispered. "I missed you too, Pint." I said, kissing the side of his head.
Will then climbed over my legs (which were beginning to get a bit of muscle back from physical therapy) to sit on both beds so he could talk and touch the both of us. He told us about the park adventure with Uncle My, Molly, and Lestrade, puzzles with Mrs. Hudson, and the new structures he was building with Jenga blocks while competing with Uncle My. That certainly made Sherlock chuckle.
After a few minutes of talking, Will scooted forward," How is the baby?" he asked, gently smoothing his hand over the bump, while receiving a kick in response. Will jerked his hand back in a fit of giggles, staring wide eyes at the seven and a half month old baby belly. Sherlock and I followed in our own laughter, bringing Will back to us and continuing to talk for a bit.
"Alright John, time for your physical therapy appointment." the nurse said," Time to go Will, you will see them soon." Mycroft called from the hallway. The nurse came over to my bedside and helped me into the wheelchair while Will said goodbye to Sherlock.
I was wheeled into the hall, and Will came up to me. "When are you and daddy coming home?" he asked, gripping my arm. "Two weeks. I promise." I said, kissing his forehead," Take care of your Uncle My, alright?" I said. Will nodded, reluctantly turning to Mycroft and taking his hand, following him out of the hospital.
"If you guys progress at this rte, we might even be able to let you out this next Friday." the nurse said as he wheeled me to the elevator. "That would be fantastic... the both of us?" "Yep. Your husband is showing great recovery, and can now walk comfortably without assistance up and down stairs. Just so long as you two don't decide to go run any marathons any time soon, you should be free to go very soon. So if you work hard, we can get you back to that kid of yours."
"Thank you" I said, sighing with relief. I want to enjoy the last one and a half month of my pregnancy with my family, not in the hospital. "How have Sherlocks spasms been?" I asked as the elevator button lit up and we started down the hall," His spasms have almost disappeared, except for situations of intense stress or surprise." We stopped outside of the Physical Therapy room. "Here is your stop." he said, putting the wheelchair on brakes. I hauled myself up from the chair and waddled to the room. "See you in a few hours?" I said. The nurse smiled at me," Absolutely, Mr. Holmes."
Authors Note:
Short, I know, but I kinda wanted to get this visit out of the way. Is it okay with you guys if I skip to where Sherlock and John go home? I am having major writers block with the hospital setting. Tell me what you guys thought of the chapter, and what you would like to see next!
-PerfectMoments