"Oh. Oh!" John sat there, speechless.
"It's not a bad thing, is it?" Sherlock asked John. John shook his head silently, the all-too-familiar look of shock and surprise. He'd been making that face a lot in the past month and a half.
"It's a good sign, actually," Mycroft said. "It proves that we're not just cloning a combination of your DNA, but truly birthing a child. Some... Concerned parties... Have been hard to convince-"
"We don't care about the politics, Mycroft. John, you haven't said a word. Are you sure you're okay with this?" For once it was Sherlock worrying about John's dedication.
"Looks like we have some shopping to do." John snapped out of the shock and gave Sherlock a genuine smile.
...
The boys had a bit more trouble redecorating their little girl's room than they had had the first time. As soon as Mycroft was gone, they began a disagreement over what color to make her room.
"Pink is traditional, it's girly, and it's pretty. We should just stick with pink."
"John, just because she is a girl does not mean she will like pink. Scientific studies show that female children show the same amount of pleasure to the color as males, and only tend to favor it as a result to peer pressure and the expectations of society."
"You know... Whatever that was... And you still can't find room in your mind for your own brother's birthday?"
Sherlock shrugged, indifferent. "I only store information about things that are important."
"Well, the point is, we don't know what color she will like, and we need to choose something."
"Color preferences can be hereditary. My favorite shirt is the dark purple one, and based on the dilation of your pupils every time I wear it, I'm guessing you like it, too." Sherlock's tone was not lost on John. It was that 'I know you can't help finding me sexy' voice.
"Oh my God, you git!" John tried to look serious, but a smile spread across his lips. "You know what, fine. Deep purple it is."
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