"You think this is it?" Lestrade asked as they arrived at a building in the middle of nowhere.
"of course, send your men in now so we can get this over with" John, Lestrade, and a five months pregnant Sherlock stood by as yet another case was resolved. His coat still hid his swollen stomach, however, that would not last long, as the two had not yet told the Yard that they were expecting. It had also taken quite an amount of perfume to cover his blooming omega scent, and so far it had worked.
The police, as usual, wanted a few details on this case, and as usual, Sherlock and John would tell them. Striding over, John keeping protectively , but discreetly in front of Sherlock for once. Halfway across the well-spaced, fielded area, Sherlock stopped dead in his tracks. Noticing he wasn't being followed anymore, John turned to see a near panicked expression on Sherlock's face. He raised an eyebrow and came over quickly.
"What's wrong?" He almost whispered.
"Something's not right here, something's not right with the baby" Sherlock whispered back. John's body went ridged, their eyes meeting.
"Are you sure? Ho-how do you know?" He asked, almost in a panic now.
"It just feels…odd. Like something on the underside of my skin-!" He jumped. "There, again, should we leave? I don't want to hurt him, I need to -to know he's alright…what?" John had begun to giggle, placing his hand inconspicuously on his mate's stomach. He took an intake of breath and grinned widely.
"Sherlock, nothing is wrong. You mean you haven't felt anything before now?"
"Not at all and what do you mean 'felt'?"
"The baby, he's kicking!" John nearly let out a loud laugh, Sherlock had then made a face he hadn't thought he'd seen before, then also smiled, it appeared he wanted to laugh along at this beautiful discovery. Turning back to the scene, the couple composed themselves once more as the professionals they were supposed to be.
As the man was brought out, the villain took a good, long look at Sherlock, giving him the 'I'll be back' look. Rolling his eyes, the detective suggested they go out for some food.
"Wait, pardon me? I thought you-"
"Yes, I am willing to eat, Lestrade, how does that little restaurant?"
"You mean the one on the corner?"
"I guess that settles it, Tod's it is" John said, stepping in.
Halfway through the dinner , and for Sherlock a bit of a feast, the D.I. spoke up and gestured to the comical amount of food around the consulting detective
"So, Sherlock, do have anything on mind you'd like to um, tell me?"
"I'm sorry?" He said through bites.
"I may not be great at deductive reasoning, but with a wife and a child, I know an expecting couple when I see one" At this, John nearly spit out what he was drinking , meanwhile Sherlock sat up, resting a hand on his stomach protectively under the table.
"And?" Was all that Sherlock could say. Lestrade smiled and patted John on the shoulder.
"Yes, we are having a baby" Said the doctor along with a breathy laugh.
"Congratulations!" After a moment, Lestrade spoke up again "So, how far along are you then?" Somewhat surprised still at revealing this before they were ready earned some nervous chuckles.
"Five months now, just been hiding this as well as we could until we were set to tell everyone" John answered.
"Whoa whoa, hold on five months?! That means you should be sho-" As if reading his mind, Sherlock, no longer wearing his coat, stood up, showing his now well rounded middle through the dark blue dress shirt." Do you know what it is yet?"
"Not yet, though I'm hoping it's a boy, I think as a Holmes boy he could easily pick my skills, besides, I'm not sure how I would handle a girl"
"Oh my, another one around , that could either be good or bad, no offense. On the upper hand, I think this is big step for you guys, could be good for you Sherlock" Sherlock knew exactly what Lestrade meant, being pregnant meant no drugs or nicotine patches, which he'd constantly tried to get him off of, even before they'd met John.
"I agree , I just hope I can give him a good childhood" Sherlock said, shrugging, even though the tone of his voice showed that he meant it, he truly did want to do good for this child.
"Don't worry about the leave by the way , I'll get it handled for you."
"Leave?"
"Well yeah, I mean, you need time after the baby's born to take care of him or her and relax as much as you can. Like Donovan, you know how she's out with her new little boy right now"
"And we are in no hurry for her to come back"
"Sherlock" John said in a somewhat warning tone. Out of the corner of his eye, the doctor watched as his companions looked down at their dinner, trying not smile let alone laugh as Sherlock was- as always- correct. "Thank you, we appreciate it"