Sherlock Holmes had never imagined he would ever be a father. The thought never even crossed his brilliant mind. That was until he met a certain army doctor that changed everything. The detective never expected that one simple introduction would eventually gain him an invaluable colleague, best friend, lover, and eventually husband.
Now, here they were, standing outside a delivery room, anxiously awaiting the new arrival to their family. Sherlock was pacing nervously, still not sure if having a child was the right decision. What kind of father would he be? He looked over to his partner who was seated and smiling with anticipation, checking his watch for the umpteenth time. Just then, a nurse came out, cradling something small wrapped in a blue blanket. Sherlock and John approached them slowly.
"Would you like to meet your son?" The nurse asked kindly. Sherlock gave a frightened look to John who nodded supportively and motioned for Sherlock to hold the little bundle. The nurse eased the child into his arms and coached him on the proper technique. The detective locked eyes with the beautiful baby boy, unable to look away.
"John…it's…he's…" Sherlock stuttered, his massive vocabulary failing him. John just smiled wider at his partner's rare speechlessness.
"Yes, Sherlock. It's a baby," John replied, putting an arm around his husband. "Our baby."
Author's Note: I hope this wasn't too OOC, this idea just wouldn't leave me alone :P Btw, I realize that a real nurse probably would have brought the men inside instead of bringing the baby out, but I didn't want to get into the whole surrogate thing and I just liked it better this way :) Thanks for reading and as always, suggestions, reviews, and the like are very much appreciated!