"Deception, Conception 4"
The knot had shrunk, and Sherlock could feel that not only was he pregnant, but that he was going to bear at least two children; nothing dripped from between his legs as he stood, and he dressed himself with trembling hands while Moriarty looked on, grinning widely.
"Your first and your only," he whispered, "because I don't share, Sherlock Holmes; and if anyone comes sniffing around you and our children, I will have their heads, to show that no one touches my things without suffering the consequences."
Sherlock bowed his head, the possessive tone causing his gut to clench instinctively, and prayed that Mycroft had delayed John sufficiently, else the good doctor could give the whole game away.
Someone has accused me of being lazy by writing such short chapters, and they didn't have the decency to be logged in so that they could receive my reply. As I told this person, who shall remain nameless, I am deliberately writing three-sentence fics to challenge myself. After all, longer chapters are much easier to write, and should this person take the time to check out my other stories, he or she would see that I am perfectly capable of writing long chapters.
Anyway. Rant over.
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