To say that it had been tense between John and Sherlock after that Wednesday night was understatement. They had decided that when two weeks had passed and you were able to take the test they would and then the discussion on what to do would be held. During those two weeks Sherlock had been more and more indrawn and the physical contact between them had been on a minimum. It was almost as if Sherlock was afraid that if he weren't already pregnant then he would be if John so much as touched him.
Sherlock sat in his armchair, knees drawn up to his chest. He was eyeing a box on the coffee table suspiciously. The box in question contained one pregnancy test which Sherlock had bought this morning without being nagged by John actually, thank you very much. They had decided that today would be the day of doom -atleast it was in Sherlock's eyes- and that the test would be done today. It had been almost two and a half weeks since that sodding condom broke and Sherlock was feeling more and more on the edge by each passing day. He simply couldn't be pregnant.
It was five in the afternoon and John should be home any minute. Not being able to sit still longer Sherlock unfolded himself from the armchair and grabbed the test. In his desperation to get it over with he had just grabbed a random test in the store, not sparing a second glance at the box when he had confirmed it contained a pregnancy test. He sooooo regretted that now.
It was one of those horrible tests that showed a little smiley face if the test was positive and the company that makes them had therefore thought it would be print a smiley face on the box. Said smiley face was therefore now happily smiling up at Sherlock who tried to glare it to death. There was nothing happy about this situation. Nothing. At. All.
When he was just about to give up his glaring fight with the box and set fire to it instead he heard John's characteristic steps on the stairs.
"'Lo Sherlock. I went to the store and got-" John started as soon as he opened the door but Sherlock cut him short.
"Already got one." He waved the little box, the stick rattling inside.
"Oh, okay." John shrugged off his jacket and sat down on the couch next to Sherlock. After a moment of awkward silence he cleared his throat.
"So...how do you wanna do this?"
"If it's positive I'm going to get an abortion."
John stared at his for a moment before swallowing and slowly nodding.
"We could keep it, you know. I wouldn't mind." He suggested, hoping that Sherlock got the hint and he didn't have to say out loud that he kind of wanted the baby.
"No, positive and I get an abortion."
"Look, Sherlock. We don't have to decide this now, there is still plenty of time to terminate the pregnancy."
"No, I am getting an abortion." Sherlock glared at John. Why was he so persistent? Neither of them wanted a baby.
"Don't I get a say in this?"
"No."
"Sherlock! It's just as much my baby as it is yours. You can't single handedly make this decision." John was getting annoyed. He could put up with Sherlock being a brat any other day but damn it. He was not going to lie down and let Sherlock walk all over him this time.
"It's my body, therefore it's my decision." Sherlock answered matter of factly.
"Sherlock! It doesn't work th-"
"Yes it does! It's I who will have to carry the child, to feed it and give up on things because of it. I should be the one to decide!"
"IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT!"
"IT'S MY BODY! Its mine to do as I please with!" Sherlock grabbed the box and stormed off towards the bathroom.
"IT'S THE BABY'S BODY AS WELL YOU SELFISH BASTARD!" John shouted after him.
Sherlock locked the bathroom door behind him and sat down on the toilet, the box clutched in his hands. He sat there for several minutes, trying to muster the will to do the test. If he were to be completely honest he was scared shitless over what the test was going to show. He wasn't ready to be a father, really really wasn't. His life would be over if he were to carry out the pregnancy, no more cases, no more wild chases across rooftops.
With a sigh he decided that he should just get it over with and proceeded to rip the box open and accidentally fling the stick across the room.
"Damn"
After a bit of grabbing under the bathtub he managed to get hold of the stick and proceeded with the test.
When he was done he once again sat down on the toilet and waited, feeling like he was going to explode and implode at the same time.
After three minutes he decided to wait another two, the box said wait 3-5 minutes after all.
When those two minutes were up he waited another two, just to be sure. Realizing what he was doing he quickly grabbed the stick resting on the edge of the sink and flipped it over.
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Oh
To see the little smiley face grin back up at him wasn't really that big of a surprise -87.3% of all fertile males got pregnant after unprotected sex- but if he were honest with himself he had actually thought he wasn't pregnant. Until a minute ago.
Right, abortion then.
But...No, he had decided on abortion so that was final. His heart ached at this thought. It couldn't be that bad, he loved John after all and John loved him. Why shouldn't they have a child.
NO! No he had already made the decision. Pregnant equals abortion.
But
He looked down and tentatively placed a hand on his abdomen. There, behind layers of skin and muscles, were a child growing. His child. He looked back up at the stick and this time he wasn't the least offended by the smiley face.
His and John's child.
He unlocked the door and were met by John sitting against the wall outside, presumably waiting for Sherlock. John looked up at Sherlock with searching eyes and Sherlock nodded. John let his head drop and let out a sigh, not sure if he was revealed or disappointed, but when he looked up again Sherlock was still nodding, a huge grin on his face.
Perplexed, John stared back at him. Why was he smiling so much. Maybe he thought John had asked him if it was negative of not. Well that would explain the smiling.
"Are you...?" John began.
"Pregnant, yeah." Sherlock answered, looking like he might burst out crying any second.
There was a long pause where both Sherlock and John seemed frozen in time.
"I'm keeping it." Sherlock whispered after what seemed like ages.
John couldn't believe his ears. With a breathless laughter he got to his feet and took a step forwards.
"Really?" He asked and Sherlock nodded in answer.
"We're having a baby."
John's face felt like it might split in two. His chest seemed to swell with uncontainable joy. Not being able to contain himself for a second longer he grabbed Sherlock by the lapels and pulled him down in a passionate kiss and together they stumbled towards the bedroom.
John woke up to a drooling Sherlock sleeping on his chest. It took a moment or two to for him to remember yesterday's events but when he did the whole world seemed at least three shades brighter. He slowly cradled his fingers through Sherlock's hair and watched the other man sleep. It was Saturday so there was no reason for him to get up any time soon.
After a couple of minutes Sherlock began to stir, shuffling closer to John in the process.
"Good Morning sleepy head." John murmured and Sherlock yawned.
"Morning" He answered and gave John a peck on the lips.
"We're pregnant." John remarked and caressed Sherlock's stomach. Sherlock hummed contentedly in response.
They cuddled for a while but suddenly Sherlock tensed next to John. John frowned and looked down at Sherlock who looked a bit queasy. Sherlock suddenly scrambled out of bed, taking the covers with him, and rushed out of the room.
"Sherlock!" John called after him, afraid that there might be something wrong with him. After a moment he heard retching coming from the bathroom and realized Sherlock was morning sick. Here we go, he thought as he heaved himself out of bed.