I have no Idea how these doctors appointment work so this I claim no accuracy. If you see anything completely wrong please do tell. Now enjoy the chapter :)

The waiting room at st Barts was quiet, very quiet, far too quiet if you asked Sherlock. The seat next to him was empty, John being away on the toilet, and this didn't help Sherlock's anxiety. His hand was constantly switching from clenching his thigh and pressing against his stomach.

John had booked a doctor's appointment to see how things were going with their baby. Sherlock hadn't been that happy about it at first, if there was something wrong with the baby then surely he would feel it, but now, sitting here and waiting his mind conjured one horror scenario after another.

What if the baby was sick? What if it was going to die? What if it was already dead? No, it couldn't be, it mustn't be. Where was John when he needed him.

"Mr Holmes?" A woman in blue scrubs were calling out, searching the close to empty waiting room. Sherlock looked impatiently at the toilet door, willing John to come out. He didn't.

When the woman called out for the third time he stood up and raised his hand a bit.

"Here." He answered, trying to sound a lot more confident than he felt but his voice lacked its normal strength.

"Follow me." The woman waved in the direction of a corridor in front of her and Sherlock followed somewhat hesitant. This wasn't like him to be this insecure. He was Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective damn it!

Finally the toilet door clicked open and John walked out, looking like he didn't have a care in the world.

"JOHN HAMISH WATSON! Get over here now!" Sherlock bellowed loud enough for the whole ward to hear. John jumped, rushed over to Sherlock's side and grabbed the man's hand in a comforting manner.

The woman in blue scrubs, who had frozen at the voice of Sherlock's outburst, gave them a careful look before resuming walking.

After a minute of walking she showed them into an appointment room where a smiling man was waiting for them. He extended his hand and presented himself to the pair as Dr Thomas Markson and told Sherlock to strip his shirt and lay down on the gurney.

Sherlock did as he was told and soon he was the only thing stopping the appointment was the computer which, as any other piece of technology, was starting up as slowly as possible.

"So," Dr Markson said, turning to face John and Sherlock. "is this your first baby?"

"Yeah, we're quite excited actually." John said and squeezed Sherlock's hand.

"That's lovely. It's my first as well."

"WHAT?" Sherlock shrieked, looking at Dr Markson with horror in his eyes. "I am not having some kind of amateur checking on my baby!" He spat, gripping John's hand so hard John thought it might bruise.

"No, no need to worry. My first male pregnancy. I've lost count on how many female ones I have done." He said with a reassuring smile. patting Sherlock on his shin. Sherlock relaxed a bit but still didn't feel completely calm.

"Ah, seems we're finally ready to begin." Dr Markson said and began tapping away on the computer. "Okay, so have you been experiencing any kind of... morning sickness, mood swings, cravings, that kind of things?"

"Morning sickness, every morning." John started, looking down at Sherlock for confirmation. "Minor mood swings."

"I do NOT have mood swings!"

"Okay, no mood swings then." Dr Markson murmured and ticked in a box on the computer. "So how far along are you?"

"Ehhh, about two months." Once again it was John who answered even though the question was aimed for Sherlock.

"Okay. Well then it's time for ultrasound. This will be cold." He said and pulled out a tube of blue transparent liquid. Sherlock sucked in air through clenched teeth when the Doctor squirted some of the liquid on his stomach. He then grabbed the ultrasound and began smearing the the blue stuff over Sherlock's skin.

"Okay, any second now." Dr Markson moved the ultrasound in small movements and suddenly the low thump of a heart beat filled the room. "There we go."

John felt his heart do a double take when he heard the sound of his child's beating heart. He looked down at Sherlock and saw the man grinning like an idiot on christmas. He then felt his smile fall when he heard an irregularity in the heart beat. No, no it couldn't be. The irregularity continued to grow more distinct.

"Oh, wait." Dr Markson frowned at the screen

"John?" Sherlock grasped John's hand and looked up at his partner, seeking answers. Feeling utterly useless John shook his, unable to provide any answers.

"Aaah." The doctor said with a small frown on his face. "Well this will surely be a surprise for you."

Sherlock's hold on John's hand became bruising again.

"You're not having a baby." Dr Markson gave them a serious look and Sherlock felt like bursting into tears any second.

"You're having twins!" Dr Markson flashed them both a blinding smile.

Neither John nor Sherlock could do anything but stare at the man in front of them. Twins! They were having twins! Two babies, at the same time!

When the pair hadn't even blinked for a whole minute Dr Markson squirmed in his seat and pointed at the screen.

"So here is one." He moved his finger a bit to the left. "And here is the other. They're both very healthy looking and there should be no problems as far as I can see."

"We're having twins?" Sherlock eventually managed to squeeze out.

"Yeah, twins."

"Ooh god." Sherlock gasped and collapsed back on the garney. "Oh dear god."

John, who finally seemed to have caught up with reality, let out a shaky laugh. He could feel tears in his eyes but he couldn't be bothered to care. They were having twins. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this happy.

"We're having twins Sherlock." He leaned down and kissed Sherlock on the forehead. "Two beautiful baby twins."

"Do you have any questions?"

John looked at Sherlock who shook his head. "No. Not now at least." John answered with a shake of his head.

"Okay. Then we're done here." Dr Markson gave Sherlock a paper to wipe his stomach with and printed a picture of the ultrasound for them to bring home.

Later that evening John and Sherlock were looking at the printed ultrasound, chinese forgotten on the table and the telly blabbering in the background.

"They're going to be beautiful." John sighed , caressing the picture with a finger.

"Of course, they're my children." Sherlock sniffed but the usual mockery was lacking in his voice.

They continued to coo over the photo for a while when a thought suddenly hit John.

"How the fuck are we going to manage this? We will need another room, and two of everything. Oh god we will have two three year olds at the same time!"

"And two teenagers." Sherlock pointed out

"Oh god."

"Relax, it's going to be fine." Sherlock pulled John down into a kiss. "We're going to be the best parents in the world."

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Love

/Phin