"You ready?"
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
"Yes John, just do it!"
"Ok, here I go."
"Ah!"
"What?"
"Slower"
"Ok...Like so?"
"Mmm."
"Ok?"
"Yes, for god sakes move. I can't do this much longer!"
"Ok, calm down I'm doing it!"
"Harder John"
"Mmmmgfh."
"Harder!"
"I am doing the hardest I can!"
"Well it's not enough!"
"You know what Sherlock. This isn't working."
"Yes it is, just push harder!"
"No. We must have done it wrong somewhere."
"No we didn't, you just need to push harder and it'll click!"
"Wait, let me just check the instructions."
"Fine! I'm not holding this anymore!" Sherlock dropped the piece of wood he was holding. It was supposed to be one of the edges to the crib they were assembling but no matter what they did it wouldn't connect with the bottom piece.
Fucking IKEA and their fucking descriptions, Sherlock had solved murders easier than assembling this fucking thing. In fact, he was quite sure he had more knowledge about the solar system than he had about how IKEA furniture works. IKEA, destroyer of relationships since 1943. Fucking Swedes.
"Sherlock, I think we may have turned a few things the wrong way around." John mumbled while studying the instructions. He turned them around a few times until he was sure he had them the right side up. "Jupp, we definitely messed this up."
Sherlock moved from his position on the bed, with a bit of difficulty, and picked up one of the drawers to the wardrobes they had bought. He perched himself on the bed once again and began tearing at the plastic around the white wooden pieces.
"Hey, help me instead!" John called from the floor, a screwdriver in his mouth and hands fully occupied with trying to separate two of the crib parts.
"I'm tired."
"Tired, you lifted the bloody lightest piece. Mine weighed four times the weight of yours!"
"Pregnant."
John let out a small laugh and smiled while shaking his head. "Okey okey. You do that and I'll do this and then we'll have a cuppa." He said and checked the descriptions again.
"Lovely." Sherlock muttered and flipped the instructions open. He began searching for the first part and had to flip each of the three 'walls' of the drawer at least two times before he found the one with the correct amount of holes on the right side. He reached for the screwdriver on the bed and used the blunt head to hammer down the dowels in their holes.
By the time he finished with the first side and discovered he had to repeat the process but reversed John had flipped the wrongly mounted pieces and was now trying to fit the bottom and the side piece together once again. With a very satisfying click the pieces slid into place and John let out a pleased breath. He then sat down and began assembling the othe side of the bed, which involved what could possibly be a thousand wooden dowels and an equal amount of screws.
After five minutes of silent puzzling John spoke up.
"How about Grace?"
Sherlock looked up from where he was trying to figure out the sliding mechanism and raised an eyebrow at John.
"Grace?"
"Yeah, Grace Watson Holmes."
They had been discussing baby names for almost a month now and it had somehow become a rule that whenever you thought of a good name you were to say it out loud.
Sherlock tested the name and shrugged, It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either.
"Lily, or maybe Elizabeth." He supplied and John frowned.
"Naa, not really. Too...ordinary. And isn't Lily one of those Harry Potter names everyone is naming their kids after now?"
"Harry Potter?"
"You know what. Forget that. How about Thomas, we could call him Tom, or Henry?" John said and banged two corners of the crib together.
"For the last time John we're having girls." Sherlock sighed and managed to drop the bag of dowels on the floor. Both of them looked at where the bag landed and when John looked up at his partner Sherlock had already turned on the kicked puppy eyes.
John sighed and got up to fetch the bag for Sherlock. "How do you know that?"
"I can feel it." Sherlock sniffed but when John gave him the bag he still reached up and gave John a peck on the lips and a 'thanks'.
"You do know that's just bullshit. Every time someone is correct on their baby's sex they get all excited but every time someone is wrong it's just whatever. We only hear about the times it's been guessed correctly and therefore everyone thinks pregnant people have these superpowers."
"Well...Hamish then?"
"Hamish?" John laughed. "You want to give our child my middle name?"
"I'm not giving it mine. And Hamish is a perfectly alright name."
"What was your middle name now again." John mused, not hearing what Sherlock had said. "it was something like Thor. Thor... Thorstein,Thoronoloy. Wait, wait...Torkoal! No that's a pokemon isn't it?"
John continued his chant of different names beginning with Thor before Sherlock had enough.
"It's Thornley."
"THORNLEY!" John exclaimed, pointing his screwdriver at Sherlock. "Yeah okay we're not naming our child Thornley." He continued with a little nod. "Sherlock Thornley Holmes. Didn't your parents know any normal names?"
"They're all old family names. Sherlock after my father's father and Thornley after my father, who got his name after his mother's father." Sherlock explained.
"Gee, and I though Hamish was bad. It's decided then. No family names."
Sherlock nodded and began working on the second drawer. John returned to his work with the crib and they continued their name suggestions. Over the course of the afternoon they went through names such as Susan, Delilah, Daniel, Sofia, Sophia, Issac, Olivia, James, Charlie, Liam, Amelia and Tilde.
By the time John had finished the crib and the tea had been made they had limited it down to a couple of names. Charlie and Joel or Michael and Daniel for boys. Alexandra and Erica or Susan and Amy for girls.
Loved writing the begining. Did you fall for it? Yeah of course you did you horny bastard, we all know you're just here for the sex. Haha, no just kidding. Please don't be mad. I love you!
So as you've seen I've included the names in this chapter and I just have to say I've had absolutely lovely name suggestions and I've tried to include at least one name from each suggestion.
Moreover I've also decided upon what to call the twins :D And because I'm a sneaky bastard I won't tell you whether it's the names John and Sherlock decided upon here or if it's some other names *evil laugh*
This also means that I won't be needing any more name suggestions but thank you. It has really helped me :D
Reviews are lovely
Love
/Phin