Hello again, special thanks this time to power0girl and MrsCumberbatch for helping me out with the technicalities in the last chapter. Help much appreciated :)

So, regarding the changes in the last chapter, they're minimal and a re-read won't be necessary to understand this chapter. But if you're curious you know where to find the chapter ;D

Should maybe add that this chapter starts of NSFW so, don't read it at work.

Now on with the chapter

John had barely closed the door behind him before Sherlock's lips were pressed to his in a passionate kiss, his lover's hips rubbing against against his own. Sherlock's hands were trying to push John's jacket off his shoulders John soon found himself helping. His tongue has somehow found its way into Sherlock's mouths and his partner is sucking eagerly at it.

When Sherlock's hands began fumbling with his shirt button John seized his hands and gently pushed them away.

"At least let me get inside the door." John laughed, amazed at how Sherlock had just jumped him. Usually he only reacted like this after a case when being high on adrenaline, not when he had been sitting at home for the whole day.

"Need you" Sherlock hissed before attacking John's neck with his lips, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin. John let out a loud gasp and buried his fingers in Sherlock's hair, tugging none too gently at his curls.

Within minutes they were both naked and although John wasn't quite sure how that happened he didn't complain, after all, who was he to complain with a naked Sherlock Holmes on top of him. John's hand snaked their way over Sherlock's back, taking in the lean form and smooth skin, until they found the prize. Sherlock's quite magnificent ass. Cupping one cheek in each hand John pulled forwards and thrust his hips, their lengths sliding wetly against the other. Sherlock let out a groan from where he was sucking on John's collarbone and began rutting his hips.

It didn't take long before John tensed up, feeling his orgasm taking hold of him, and came with silent gasp. Sherlock soon followed with a strangled cry, biting hard on his lips to silence the sound.

"Wow, you gonna do this every time I come home in the future?" John asked when his brain had restarted, his voice a little crooked.

"Mmm" Sherlock hummed and John was quite sure Sherlock hadn't heard a word he'd said.

They laid there till the sticky mess between their bodies turned too uncomfortable. With a sigh John heaved himself of Sherlock and went to take a shower, giving the love of his life a peck on the nose before leaving.

The sound of something frying filled the flat and the salty scent of soy lingered in the kitchen. John had decided that today would be a good day for a wok with noodles and was now in the middle of frying it all together.

Suddenly a joyful tone met his ears and when he realised who the singer was, he nearly dropped the fryingpan. Slowly placing the pan on the stowe and equally slowly turning around he saw...

Sherlock! Singing and smiling like he didn't have a care in the world, his hand moving in slow circles over his stomach.

"Sherlock?" John asked carefully, wondering if the detective had somehow lost his mind while showering or getting dressed.

"Yes love?" Sherlock looked up and locked eyes with John, a huge grin on his face.

"You okay?" Sherlock never called him 'love'. It was always just John or 'My blogger' (which John found was really very sweet for coming from Sherlock).

"Yes, never been better." Sherlock bent down and kissed John on the lips before taking a seat at the table. "What's for dinner?"

John, who had been frozen on the same spot since he saw Sherlock singing, jumped at the question and quickly pulled himself together.

"Uhmm...Wok. We're having wok." He answered, lifting the pan off the stove and onto the table.

"Oooh I love wok!" Sherlock squealed, squealed, and clasped his hands together, looking very much like some bad parody of a happy 1940's woman.

Somewhat afraid John sat down opposite Sherlock and observed as said man heaved spoon after spoon of food on his plate. He had begun eating a lot more since they got the news about the twins.

John took the spoon handed to him by Sherlock and began serving himself. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sherlock eagerly spooned a mouthful of wok into his mouth and then froze. Knocking the chair over with his hastily movement Sherlock stood up and rushed to the sink, dry retching.

"Sherlock?" John asked, his hand frozen mid air halfway from the frying pan to his plate. When the dry retching didn't stop John got out of his seat and gave started rubbing soothing circles on Sherlock's back, a routine he had become far too familiar with of lately.

"Water?" He asked and Sherlock nodded, holding out a hand for John to put the glass in.

"Sorry." He said when he had rinsed his mouth. "It was the soy, couldn't stand it."

John frowned then remembered a story he had been told when about his mother's pregnancy. Mum always ate, and still does, a lot of vegetables, one of her favourite was peas. But when she became pregnant she couldn't even be in the same room as a single pea, not to mention eating them. His Dad still shudder at the memory of her accidentally eating some peas, there had been breaking of china, and a lot of it.

John snaked his arm around Sherlock's back and pulled him close. "It's alright honey." To his surprise instead of shuffling closer and snuggling in, like Sherlock normally do when John gave him the opportunity, he instead began shaking, small sobs escaping his mouth.

"No it's not." He croaked out, tears falling down his cheeks. "You- you prepare this lovely meal to me and I-I-I-I just. I just throw up and ruin everything."

Okay John was definitely not prepared for this. What the hell was going on? Had Sherlock someone injected Sherlock with something or why else had he turned into a big ball of hormon-

Oh... First horny, then happy and now sad. All within just over an hour.

John's brain finally made the connection between hormones, pregnancy and mood swings. He looked down at Sherlock, who was now clinging onto him as if his life depended on it, and wrapped his arms around the younger man's trembling form.

"Shh, shh. It's okay. I'm not angry with you." He consoled, once again rubbing soothing circles on Sherlock's back.

After a while Sherlock calmed down but instead of straightening up and insisting on that he never had shown any kind of emotion, like he normally would, he instead began kissing John enthusiastically, hands roaming over his chest. Horny again John thought as he once more pried Sherlock's hands of him and looked him deep in the eyes.

"No Sherlock." He said firmly. Sherlock stared at him for a second before turning around, stomping out of the kitchen and throwing himself on the couch to sulk. He didn't stay there long though because he soon needed to pee, which annoyed him to no ends.

"I'm still mad at you." Sherlock called out to John in the kitchen on his way to the toilet. "And I still want food." He added before slamming the door shut to the bathroom.

John only smiled fondly and shook his head. How the fuck was he going to handle this?

So I know this isn't the most realistic portrait of mood swings but hey, this fic is under the category Humor so you will have to expect not everything being completely realistic.

Reviews are lovely :)

Love

/Phin