"Bungled, you say?" Phillip said softly, as he held the tiny son Sally had just now shared with him.

"Yes, indeed," the consulting detective said. "Quite bungled. Some women carry a pregnancy less obviously, and Donovan is one of those women, apparently, and as you can see, your son is fully developed and healthy. I'm going to assume here that your GP is NOT John Watson?"

"No… why would it be?" the new father simply responded.

"A reasonable response," Sherlock said. "You may consider switching, then. Had John been your GP, he may have set you straight in plenty of time to prevent all of this drama." He gave a pointed look to first Sally, and then Phillip. "May I?" he asked, gently.

Ignoring the frown, Sherlock simply held his arms open to accept the newborn. "Now, Anderson," he said softly, as his tone shifted abruptly. "Your parents don't seem to understand this, but I do. You and I will simply have to set them straight. You see, your mother showed the signs of three far earlier than she and your father think she did." He looked up, smiling warmly, before turning back to the baby. "You're right on time… And now you've crashed their party, little one. Perhaps you might consider in the future to be more thoughtful before badgering?"