Bonus second chapter because I felt like it (and work was slow so I had the time).

~TSA + MBC

Warnings for this chapter: mentions of pregnancy complications, Johnlock feels, infidelity, hardcore sex, pregnant sex, getting caught in the act, feels all around

'John!' Mycroft screamed. 'John please help! My brother's dying!'

John rushed out of his private practice and helped the angels inside. His memories were still coming back, so he knew who Sherlock was and what they were to each other, but he knew that there was so much more to remember. He shook his head free of his thoughts and helped Sherlock to an operating table, pressing a stethoscope to his belly and listening carefully.

'There's a cord wrapped around one of the babies' necks. I have to operate now if it's to survive.'

'Then do it!' Mycroft cried. 'Don't just stand there! Do something!'

John nodded and grabbed an IV and some sedatives. 'This is gonna be sloppy and I apologise,' he said to Sherlock, inserting the needle into his arm and plunging a heavy dose of sedatives into his bloodstream.

...::-::...

Sherlock was out of it for weeks. When he finally awoke he felt like he'd been through hell and back. He groaned loudly as he opened his eyes.

'Hmmm?'

'Welcome back to the land of the conscious,' John said with a small smile. 'How are you feeling? Any pain or discomfort?'

'I feel... like shit,' Sherlock mumbled, blinking blearily up at John.

'I would imagine so,' John mused. 'Emergency surgery on a little girl with her umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. Congratulations by the way. And your daughters are fine now. Everything checks out, they're perfectly healthy, though you should try to put on some weight to sustain yourself as well as the twins.'

'Mmm. Yeh. I'll just go now. Promise to feed myself up.' Sherlock tugged at the wires he was attached to.

'Whoa, whoa, whoa!' John grasped Sherlock's hands, stopping them from pulling off more wires. 'Sherlock, stop. Please, just rest for a few more hours and then I'll take you back to Mycroft's myself. Please. You just came out of a mild coma. You're going to be disoriented and I can't allow you to go venturing off by yourself.'

'I can't stay here. I'm thankful for all you've done, doctor, but after you chased me out into the cold and the rain, I rather think it'd be best for me to just leave,' Sherlock growled.

'Let me apologise for that,' John said softly. 'Please. I can take you out to dinner. Private. Just the two of us. Though no clubbing this time. I drank way too much and got sick all over myself in my mum's car.'

Sherlock blinked in surprise. 'You want... dinner... with me?'

'Why wouldn't I want dinner with my guardian angel?' John asked, a small smile on his face. 'And yes, I remember now. I remember everything. Having David, being a fool with Mary, helping you after your fall, your death. And now you're back and pregnant but I don't care. I have you back.'

Sherlock froze and pulled away. 'John,' he choked out, tears in his eyes. 'We can't do this. You're married... and I'm in another relationship.'

John's face fell before he composed himself. 'They don't have to know. I still love you, Sherlock. Please?'

Sherlock swallowed, his lips trembling violently. 'How can you possibly still love me?'

'How do you mean?' John frowned. 'Why wouldn't I still love you? When I last saw you I watched you die. That didn't change my love for you. And I may have screamed and shouted when you first came to visit but that was because you triggered my memories and I didn't know how to cope. I apologise for my behaviour. But of course I still love you! I never stopped!'

'Oh, god! I love you too!' Sherlock sobbed. 'I missed you so fucking badly! But when I thought you weren't going to remember me I got with the father of my current children. I love him too... just in a different way. Wh-wha- what do I do?!'

'I don't know,' John admitted sadly. 'But you're going to have to make a choice. Don't rush into it though. It'll be fine if you don't choose me. I'm just happy to know you're alive.'

'To be honest, I'm pregnant and I'm tired, and all I'm looking for right now is a damn good shag.' Sherlock blushed a rosy pink. 'I really don't know what I want. I'm sorry. I've just been through so much shit over the years.'

'Well, I feel pretty confident I can give you the damn good shag,' John said smugly. 'You'll be happy to know my technique has improved over the years. As for everything else, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wish I could help, but I can't. The least I can do is make the remainder of your pregnancy as easy as possible. And you should start your supplements soon as well to help with the pregnancy cravings. They certainly helped me.'

'Ah... yes. Sorry about that.' Sherlock flushed a deeper shade of red. 'I didn't mean to make you into a cock slut like me. At least you nipped it in the bud before it could develop into a real problem. I, however, have been pregnant god knows how many times.'

'The pills helped me with my ten year cravings,' John said softly. 'I think they should help you too.'

'Ten... you forgot all about me.'

'I don't think I ever truly forgot. I had pregnancy urges occasionally and would be held up in bed for a few days until it subsided. Kind of like a woman's period as I had the cravings monthly. But I remember you now, and I like to think that counts for something.'

Sherlock sniffled and smiled weakly at John. 'I love you, John. Can I get a cuddle?'

'I love you too,' John grinned. 'And of course.' He climbed onto Sherlock's bed and rested his head on his shoulder, an arm draping over Sherlock's belly protectively and possessively.

Sherlock groaned as he felt one of the twins kick out against John's touch. 'Are my babies really gonna be OK?' he asked John quietly.

'Yes,' John said softly. 'They're both absolutely fine. They're perfectly healthy little girls. And I'm gonna help you carry these two to term. I won't let them suffer like your first two did.'

'Thank you.' Sherlock smiled softly at John and kissed him atop of his head. 'Has Michael been here? I should probably tell him our children are OK.'

'He's stopped by once a week to check on your progress,' John said with a nod. 'I'm sure he sees through my façade of pretending not to know who you are other than Mycroft Holmes's little brother. But he doesn't say anything. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was threatened by me.'

" I think he loves me and I told him I love you. So he's probably terrified of losing me to you.' Sherlock sighed heavily. 'I really don't know what I'm going to do. I care for you both so much. I don't want to hurt either of you.'

'Someone always gets hurt in the end,' John said morosely. 'You have to decide with whom you'll have a happier and and more fulfilling life. And, as of right now, that isn't me.'

'You're married, John. I might be many things but I'm not comfortable with having an affair with you.' Sherlock's face fell.

'I know. And I'd rather not cheat on Mary either,' John swallowed loudly. 'Before I remembered you she was the love of my life. Now? I'm not so sure.'

'We were gonna get married. Remember?' Sherlock choked out. 'You proposed to me.'

'Yeah. I remember,' John sighed softly. 'I wish we'd had the chance to do it for real. But those damn Fallen Angel Antagonists destroyed our future. Destroyed everything. I just wish I could have protected you better, but I was just a kid then. But I've grown up a lot, gotten muscle, so I can protect you now.'

'Mmm. You're inexplicably handsome, not that I didn't find you handsome before. You've changed so much and I've deteriorated. Look at me. I'm disgusting.' Sherlock sighed loudly, his hands rubbing his large stomach.

'You're pregnant,' John laughed, rubbing his stomach soothingly. 'It's the greatest miracle of all. It's beautiful.'

'Beautiful?' Sherlock huffed. 'I'm not beautiful. I'm huge and swollen, and hopelessly full of angel babies.'

'Yes, and it's a beautiful thing.' John pressed a kiss to Sherlock's cheek. 'And you are beautiful. I'll always see you as beautiful. Just like you always did with me. Do with me. You're perfect to me. My guardian angel.'

'Wow,' Sherlock breathed, swallowing thickly. 'You've really changed, you know that. For the better. You're just... softer... kinder... less closed off.'

'I grew up and matured,' John said softly. 'Went to Uni and got my first degree in human anatomy and biology. Then medical school and starting my own practice. I had a good life. Married Mary, but the whole not able to have kids thing hurt us for quite a while.'

'Yeah. I heard about that. I'm sorry. It must be hard. Though you have a child, John. He's only ten years old and he misses you lots and lots.'

'And he accidentally raped his best friend,' John sighed. 'Mycroft told me. The girl must have been terrified. I know I was. But she's OK now. Got an abortion and her memory wiped. She can't remember David now. He wanted it like that. Said he wouldn't have been able to look at her the same after what he'd done. The poor boy's heartbroken and needs his dads. Want me to go get him?'

Sherlock nodded, smiling weakly. 'Yeah. Go get our boy. He's only a child. I imagine he's been terrified whilst I've been out of it.'

'Yes. He worried about you a lot. I'll be right back with him.' John pressed a kiss to Sherlock's forehead and slid off the bed, heading out into the hall and tapping David on the shoulder. The boy jumped and looked up at John with questioning eyes.

'He wants to see you,' John said with a soft smile. 'Go on.' David stood and went into Sherlock's room, choking on a sob when he laid eyes on his dad. He rushed over and clambered onto the bed, clutching at Sherlock as if he was still the small boy he used to be, clinging onto his daddy.

'Hello, son.' Sherlock whispered softly, stroking his sons back soothingly. 'You've missed me then? I've missed you too.'

'I thought you were gonna die again. I thought you were gonna leave me,' David choked out hurriedly. 'I thought John was gonna forget again and I wouldn't have been able to cope. Not both my dads again. No.'

'Not going to happen,' Sherlock stated firmly. 'Your little sisters just gave us a bit of a scare is all. They're Holmeses, so it's only to be expected that they cause trouble.'

'So you're all good then?' David asked softly, drawing circles on Sherlock's belly with his pointer. 'You and John are gonna get back together?'

'It's not that simple.' Sherlock sighed softly. 'He's married, David. And I'm... I'm with Michael.'

'You're only with him because you're carrying his children,' David scoffed. 'John can easily get a divorce and you'll be free as soon as you deliver the goods... So to speak.'

'No, David. I'm not with Michael because I'm carrying his children. We have a history together, before I became your dad's guardian angel. I really like him and I don't want to screw up another relationship.'

'You weren't the one to screw up your relationship with John!' David protested. 'You were murdered! That was hardly your fault! Is it really so much to ask for my dads to be together and happy?!'

Sherlock groaned and rubbed his stomach. 'Please don't shout. The girls are getting agitated. Listen, being with your dad and being happy are two completely different things.'

'So you can't be happy with John?' David choked out, tears brimming in his eyes. 'You think you'll be happier with Michael?'

'I am happy with Michael. It's... less complicated. There are less risks to all parties.'

'You only want to be with him because he can give you your wings back!' David spat. He scrambled off the bed in a huff, glancing about the room between his two dads. 'I hate you both! Why can't we just be a happy family for once?!' He took off before anyone could speak up, running out of the house and leaping into the sky.

A sob broke free from Sherlock's lips. 'He's right! What the fuck is wrong with us? We should just forget everyone else and shag each other mindless.'

'Do you really want to?' John asked, raising an eyebrow. 'Because I'm all for it honestly.'

'Yes, yes I do,' Sherlock whispered, his voice cracking. 'No need to prepare me. I'm an angel. I prefer it rough. Just shag me!'

John hurriedly closed and locked the door, pulling his clothes off in a frenzy. He quickly undressed Sherlock as well and kissed him passionately, rubbing his belly gently to help the girls relax.

'I love you,' he moaned through the kiss. 'I love you and I missed you so goddamn much.'

'You can't miss someone that you forgot.' Sherlock hummed and settled further down the bed, spreading his legs wide.

'But then I remembered and realised how much I missed you,' John stated, sliding down to grasp Sherlock's legs and drape them over his shoulders. He lined himself up with Sherlock's entrance, his hand shaking slightly as he realised he was about to fuck the love of his life, whom he thought was dead, for the first time in ten years.

Sherlock nodded, eyes filling with tears. 'Yes. God yes. I've missed you so badly and I love you so much. Please make hard love to me.'

'Anything you want, babe,' John promised before pushing inside hard and fast, gasping from the tight heat surrounding his cock.

'Oh!' Sherlock cried out. 'Oh god! Don't just sit still! Do something!'

John started fucking Sherlock at a brutal pace, slamming into him hard, fast, and unforgiving. They had a lot of time to make up for. Sherlock gasped, shuddered and moaned as John moved inside of him, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him.

'Oh god I missed you,' John moaned out. 'I missed everything about you. Your face, your hair, your voice. Everything! But this especially. Fucking you was a particular favourite pastime of mine. Still is. You feel bloody fantastic.'

'What- I - I can't even - fuck!' Sherlock was barely coherent. His vision was blurring as the pleasure he was feeling intensified. John groaned loudly and readjusted himself so he could pound into Sherlock at a different angle, slamming against his prostate as often as possible. Sherlock wasn't going to last long at the rate John was going at but he didn't care. He was finally with his human, finally happy, and he was getting a damn good shag.

'Cum for me, Sherlock,' John said, pounding his angel as fast and as hard as he could. 'Cum for be because I'm about to cum.'

'Yes!' Sherlock screamed as he came in one swift movement. 'God yes! Jawwwn!'

Sherlock cried out as aftershocks of pleasure rippled through his body. John collapsed against him and he moaned. 'Good to go home now, doctor?' he panted out. 'I think it's safe to say I'm strong enough.'

'Yeah,' John panted out. 'You're good to go home.'

'I'll say,' Mary said from the door. John froze and gulped loudly, turning to look at Mary with eyes full of apologies. Mary just glared at him and stormed out, slamming the front door shut behind her.

'Shit,' Sherlock mumbled. 'I'm sorry, John. You go and apologise to her. I'll get my brother to pick me up.'

John nodded and pulled out of Sherlock, pulling his clothes on in a haste and running after Mary.

'Mary! Mary!' he called after her. 'Mary, wait! I can–'

'Don't you dare say you can explain,' Mary ground out, turning to face her husband. 'I told you this would happen! I knew it as soon as I saw him in that room! I knew you'd go back to him! You'll ways go back to him.'

'Mary, please,' John begged softly. 'I'm sorry. Please, just come inside and we can talk about this.'

'There's nothing to discuss,' Mary said quietly. 'You can remember him, remember your feelings for him. It's him you want and not me. And honestly? That's fine. Because I've felt us drifting ever since that boy David entered our lives. He's your son. I can see bits of you in him. Yours and Sherlock's. So go ahead and be with your family. It's been ten years, John. You guys have a lot of catching up to do.'

'Mary–'

'Just go, John,' Mary said forcefully. 'Please. I need to be alone. I'll be at my parents for the foreseeable future.'

John nodded and watched Mary walk away and hail a cab. He sighed dejectedly and scratched the toe of his shoe along the pavement, his hands shoved in his pockets. He groaned up at the sky and walked back into the house, making himself a cup of tea.

Sherlock felt awful. Guilt bubbled in his stomach like hot acid. He'd probably just ruined the only normal relationship John would ever have. And what for? Because he'd wanted a good shag? Because he'd missed John and he'd wanted things to go back to the way they used to be?

I'm such a selfish bastard, Sherlock thought to himself miserably.

He didn't even flinch when Michael turned up instead of his brother. He just stayed stock still, trying his best not to burst out into tears. Michael didn't say anything. He just stood still and ramrod straight, hands clasped behind his back, looking at Sherlock. Just looking. He didn't want to admit it, not even to himself, but the fact was he was hurt deeply by what had just transpired between Sherlock and the human. The human who could now remember everything.

'Take me home, Michael,' Sherlock pleaded softly. 'I don't want to discuss what happened. I just want to sleep in my own bed. I'm exhausted.'

Michael still said nothing. He merely stepped forward, grasped Sherlock's shoulder, and transported them back to Mycroft's guest bedroom. He helped Sherlock get into bed and left without having said a word.