Hello, it's me, the author. There was a time when I used to update this story, hope you remember me. Okey jokes aside. Here is another chapter, at last. The reason it has taken so long is because I was really unmotivated to write on this story after the last chapter and when I found motivation again I just didn't know what to write about. But now I've managed to put some words down in an order I am somewhat pleased with and even though it's actually nothing happening in the chapter I am going to give it to you guys, because I love you.

Amazing response on the last chapter, thank you all so much.

Long author's note is long so I'm going to stop now.

The first few weeks at home had been what can only be described as messy. No matter how many baby books they had read or how many courses they had read nothing could really prepare them for the real thing, or things. Sherlock had been deathly afraid of doing something wrong and accidently hurt the babies but after some feedback from Mrs Hudson he calmed down.

The babies were lovely almost all of the time. No, that was wrong. The babies were lovely all of the time, it was only that when you have to babies and one of them starts crying in the middle of the night. No matter how fast you are there is no way you can avoid the other baby waking up and crying as well. Sherlock being Sherlock he had almost no problem at all with going days on minimal sleep, John however, had. But that didn't really matter because the babies were so lovely and so cute and they just lifted John's whole life to a new level.

They quickly noticed that Emelie was the quiet one and Alexandra the, not so quiet one. And being as young as they were, the twins didn't do much more than eating, sleeping, crying and pooping, and looking absolutely adorable.

Sherlock stood in the middle of the living room, bouncing slightly up and down and gently rubbing Emelie's back. Emelie wasn't much of a burper but today she became fussy after finishing only half of her bottle so Sherlock decided to burp her, hoping that it would help.

Alexandra, who needed to be burped after every meal and sometimes even two times per meal, was napping on the sheepskin blanket on the floor. And speaking of napping, John should wake up any time now. John had taken up the habit of napping whenever one of the babies were napping to compensate for the lack of sleep he got at night.

Two minutes later a series of thumbs came from the hallway and a yawning John walked through the door, rubbing his eyes.

"Pleasant sleep?" Sherlock asked, his eyes not leaving the baby in his arms.

"Yeah. How's Alex? Still sleeping?" John walked over to the little bundle on the blanket and carefully studied her sleeping form.

"Alexandra is still sleeping."

John had started calling Alexandra Alex within two weeks and Sherlock had been correcting him ever since, arguing that if you gave a person a name you were supposed to call them that name and not something else. John had decided that Sherlock's determination probably depended the fact that 'Lockie' had been his childhood nickname.

After making sure that Alexandra was comfortable John walked over to Sherlock and gave a peck on the lips. A second later Emelie finally let out a small burp and Sherlock lifted her off his shoulder to give her a broad smile.

"Hello sweetheart." He cooed and Emelie responded by barfing all over his chin and t-shirt. Sherlock jerked away and quickly closed his mouth and eyes.

The two parents didn't move for a second, only watching the white goo stuck to Sherlock. Then John began to laugh. Sherlock shot him an angry glare and then proceeded to begin cleaning up, a subject he had became quite the expert on, unwillingly.

During the month the twins had been a part of their life John had been barfed on once. Only once, no more. He and Sherlock were sharing the cores and they had spent about the same amount of time with each baby. Despite this John had only been vomited on once. Sherlock, on the other hand, had been the target of almost all the other times the babies vomited, a few of these times even in the face. Two of his shirts were destroyed and he was now almost constantly walking around in cheap multipack t-shirts from target.

"John, please hold Emelie while I take a shower."

John walked over to his partner, still chuckling, and took his baby girl from him. The two of them sat down on the couch, well John sat down and Emelie just had to settle with being held closely against his chest, and watched as Sherlock walked to the bathroom, cursing under his breath.

"How are you Em?" John asked his daughter. "Are you okay, now that you've barfed on your papa? Hmm?." He stroked her little cheek and cast a look at Alexandra, who was still sleeping. Emelie just flexed her little hands and jerked her legs in response.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." If pre-baby John could see himself right now he would sigh and facepalm, but post-baby John didn't care if he sounded silly. All that mattered right now was the twins.

Here I am again. Hope you liked it. I don't even know if it can be classified as fluff and as you probably noticed I didn't really know what to make this chapter about.

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/Phin