"You don't have to go to work today if don't want to" John said as he stroked Sherlock's back as retched. The man nodded, agreeing surprisingly. He was now almost two months along. While the morning sickness had gone away for most part, he was still quite sensitive from time to time.
"This is torture! Uhg…. I think its over"
"I'll get you some chamomile, you just wash up, there's a towel on the rack for you"
"Thanks John" He replied in a gruff voice. Stepping out of the shower, Sherlock was presented with a mug and piece of toast. He nodded gratefully at the alpha as he lay back on the sofa, sweat pants and robe, no shirt. The moment the robe fell off a little more without care, John noticed something which had not been there long before. John had to look twice before it could be confirmed, Sherlock was finally showing, as his once well-toned middle was now becoming slightly more round.
"Hey um, Sherlock, have you noticed anything ah, different? You know, other than the morning sickness?" He glanced over tiredly.
"What do mean?"
"I think our baby is trying to make an appearance" While a smile crossed John's face, Sherlock stood up and looked down confusedly before realization lit up his eyes as he then removed the robe and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He glanced from himself to his alpha, and back. Moving slowly, as if it would go away the moment he moved too fast, Sherlock laid his hand on the barely visible area which was beginning to swell. Pulling on his normal clothes, and noticing the trousers were the least bit tight, he played sweet music on his violin, serenading the flat, and possibly other flats around with a giddy, cheerful melody.
He said nothing for the remaining hours of the day, but now again, he could be seen touching his abdomen, a small twitch of a grin tugging at his lips.