"Woho!" There was a knock on the door before Mrs Hudson stuck her head through the opening and searched the flat for life.

John and Sherlock were seated on the couch, John rubbing Sherlock feet (he was actually quite good at that) and Sherlock emptying another package of cottage cheese. Both of them whipped their heads around at the sound of someone at the door but upon seeing who it was Sherlock just returned to his cottage cheese eating while John tried to disentangle himself from his partner's long legs.

With a huff John finally get off the couch and quickly went to open the door. Mrs Hudson gave him a hug and then loaded the bags she was carrying in John's arms and moved on to hug Sherlock, who had rearranged himself into a better position on the couch when he realised he wouldn't escape Mrs Hudson's hug.

"Oh it's so lovely to see you boys. How are you feeling Sherlock?" Mrs Hudson asked with a smile and Sherlock barely had time to answer before she was talking again. "Oh this is so exciting. A baby here at Baker street. Imagine that. I brought some things for the twins it's in the bag."

She hurried off to where John was still standing with the bag in his hands. She took it and returned to the couch and sat down next to Sherlock.

"Oh, I made this blueberry pie as well, your favourite Sherlock, although it didn't turn out like I wanted it." She pulled out a plate with a perfect looking pie on and placed it on the table in front of Sherlock before she continued. "I hope it's alright. Oh look at it, I didn't use enough butter." She fussed.

"It's more than enough Emma." Sherlock said and gave her a one armed hug.

John, who had watched the conversation from his place by the door, was once again surprised of how much of his hidden sweet side Sherlock showed around Mrs Hudson. He had once been told that Sherlock considered Mrs. Hudson the mother he had never had but John had never gotten the whole backstory to that statement. Seeing now how they sat and conversed it was clear that the relationship between the landlady and the detective was very much like that between mother and son, or at least aunt and nephew.

When the cake was brought out John decided that a cuppa would be very good right now. "I'll put on the kettle and fetch a couple of plates." He said and disappeared into the kitchen.

Mrs Hudson turned to Sherlock and gave him a serious look.

"Now, tell me." She placed a hand on his knee. "How are things going between you and John?"

"Good. Really good. He always listens to me and never tells me to change, he even allows the experiments without a single complaint. He understands when no one else has and he is always there to handle people when they get tedious. I love him and he loves me." Sherlock was smiling bigger by each words and looked down at his hands. This wasn't something he would tell anyone except Mrs Hudson, and John of course, and he felt oddly shy telling her this.

Mrs Hudson let out a delighted little hum and clasped her hands in front of her chest, looking at Sherlock proudly.

"Well I'm very happy for the two of you. I told you John would be different, didn't I?" She said with a smile. "And twins and everything, well that wasn't such a surprise the way you two keep at it." She winked and Sherlock wondered how loud they really were during sex.

John chose that moment to enter with a tray of tea cups and plates for the pie. Together they handed out a plate and cup for everyone and served the pie and tea.

After a minute of silent eating Mrs Hudson suddenly remembered her bag.

"Oh, I forgot. I have something for the twins." She pulled out two white knitted sweaters, decorated with a complicated star pattern, four pairs of knitted socks, pink and blue, and two knitted scarves, one navy blue and one rusty red.

"Mrs Hudson, you shouldn't have." John said as he inspected the tiny sweaters. They were really remarkable, had she really knitted them herself? "Did you do this all by yourself?"

"Oh yes. I set out to buy yarn as soon as I got to know Sherlock was pregnant. I remember I ran into Mrs Turner next door, with the married ones, and I told her the good news." She tutted and shook her head as if someone was troubling her. "You can never guess what that hideous woman said. She told me how pregnancy was something only for women and told me to tell you to get rid of the abomination. To think something like that." She sounded mortified by the end of her story and leaned closer to John as if the closeness would make him understand her better.

She then sucked in breath and took Sherlock's hand. "But I told her that the baby was a blessing and that if she couldn't see that she shouldn't bother coming to our bridge and knitting nights anymore." She tutted and shook her head a few times before letting go of Sherlock's hand and beginning to fuss over the sock and how she lost a stitch on the heel of one sock.

John didn't hear what was said though, his mind completely occupied with why Mrs Hudson had taken Sherlock's hand during the conversation. He wondered if it was related to his conservative parents, knowing that seeing male pregnancy as unnatural was very rare but often occurred among old fashioned people. The laws allowing males to get pregnant was introduced in the 1950's and laws giving pregnant males have been around since early 70's. But still, fertile males were among one of the victims during WWII and since it was so connected with homosexuallity it was still ofter frowned upon but mostly accepted in society. Neil Patrick Harris husband's pregnancy a couple of years ago had help a lot though and both of them were still very much loved by the public.

"Do you know the sex yet?" Mrs Hudson asked suddenly asked.

"They're girls."

"No we want it to be a surprise." John and Sherlock answered at the same time, both of them glaring at each other after the other's answer.

"A surprise." Mrs Hudson exclaimed and John gave Sherlock a 'I told you so' look. "Well lucky then I made clothes for all outcomes."

"Speaking of the clothes." John interjected, having noticed that the scarves were too big for any baby, or toddler for that matter. "The scarves?"

"Oh, those are for you. I noticed that Sherlock's beloved one had begun fraying at the edges and I thought with the winter coming and all the spare yarn I had I could make you both matching scarves. The blue one is yours Sherlock and the red one is yours John. Oh I hope a red one is alright. I saw the red shirt you were wearing and you looked so lovely in it." She said while winding the blue scarf around Sherlock's neck, who surprisingly allowed it without objection. She moved back to get a better look at how it all looked and cooed when she saw the result.

They spent the rest of the afternoon chatting about parenting and gossiping about the neighbours. Although it was mostly Mrs Hudson who talked an only she who gossiped. The pie turned into dinner which turned into another cup of tea and an episode of QI.

When the clock struck nine Mrs Hudson retreated back down to 221a but not without promising the boys that they could ask her about anything, she had worked at a nursery once, they could talk to her. With a hug and a kiss on the cheek for both of them, something Sherlock even forced himself out of the couch for, she said goodbye and left with a little toodeloo.

So that was those two chapters. These were actually based on requests. The first one on a request from zoofreakpkh who asked for a hormonal Sherlock, Sally, Anderson and BAMF!John. I didn't really follow the request but almost. The other chapter is based on a request from mia-dcwut-09 who wanted to see Mrs Hudson (and honestly, didn't we all). So credit for these chapter goes to them :)

On the subjects of request, I will be taking requests on subjects and plots and characters as soon as the twins are born so if you have something you want to see you don't have to wait much longer. Considering there is only two weeks of Sherlock's pregnancy left :O

And on the subject of twins being born. I've been having some trouble in deciding whether or not the birth will be graphic, Aka, whether or not I will have it described from John's POV while he's with Sherlock (who's giving birth but I know you're smart and understood that) or it will be POV from someone waiting outside in the hospital hall. I'm leaning a bit towards John's POV (already having a bit written in my head) but I have still not decided. Help me people of the interwebs.

Anyway now I'm done with that long ass author's note.

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/Phin