Later, after Ian had gone to sleep and John took a walk with Gladstone, Sherlock and Amy sat in the living room talking. Finally, Sherlock stopped and eyed Amy.
"Amy, when are you going to tell me?"
"Tell you? Tell you what?"
"I don't mean to out you like this, but when are you going to tell me…your news?"
"Oh, Sherlock, I really can't get anything past you, can I?"
"Of course not."
"Well, I'm about a month along. Four weeks on Sunday."
Sherlock smiled and hugged Amy. "That's wonderful, Amy, just splendid."
"Thank you, yes it is. I'm so excited, I get to enjoy it all." Sherlock gave her a faint smile and Amy ruffled his hair, "Oh, don't, Sherlock. I love you and John and I was so happy to do this for you. It's just now," Amy grasped her stomach, "It's my baby. I feel it this time."
"That's great, Amy. Who's the-whose baby-"
Amy laughed, "My boyfriend, Simon. We're, well," Amy held her hand up for Sherlock, "We're engaged."
"What! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I just didn't know what you'd say. Baby before marriage and all."
"Please, Amy. You think I'm going to be correct with society?"
Amy laughed again, "I don't know. Anyway, that's why I came back. To tell my mother."
"That's wonderful. Is she thrilled?"
"Of course."
"What are you hoping for, girl or boy?"
"Well, I can only hope for a healthy baby!" Amy chuckled, "But I really want a baby girl." Sherlock laughed. "Have you two thought about…having another?"
"No, no! Especially not now that my favorite Baby-Mama is taken!"
John came back into the flat as Sherlock and Amy were laughing together. "What's funny?" John asked.
"I'm pregnant, John!"
"What? That's great, Amy!" John hugged her tight.
"Yes, about a month along. And I'm engaged."
"Sherlock didn't tell me-"
"I just told him."
Sherlock smirked, "I figured it out."
"Sod," John said, "Tell us everything."
The rest of the night was full of baby talk and fully catching up. Amy promised to stay in touch, to keep them updated, and her and Sherlock made dinner plans for the night before she leaves. They hugged and congratulated and apologized and said goodnight.
When John had finally fallen asleep, Ian migrated to Sherlock and John's bed.
"Dad?" Ian shook John's arm.
"Wh-what? Ian?" John pulled Ian onto his chest.
"I had a nightmare about octopi in space."
"What? That's just silly now isn't it? There aren't octopi in space. Here, lay here, between Daddy and I. That's it." Ian snuggled between him and Sherlock. "It's alright."
"I love you, Dad."
"I love you too, Ian." John kissed Ian's forehead and the two of them drifted to sleep.
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