Baby

John's found that when you really, really want something, you begin to see it everywhere.

When he was young he wanted this really neat robot toy, and it seemed as though there were only commercials for that toy in the telly.

When he wanted to be a doctor, he seemed to see sick people everywhere. He longed to be able to diagnose them, but it just gave him more motivation to finish school.

When he was still pining over Sherlock, he saw tall, beautiful, brunette men everywhere. But of course, none were the one he wanted, so he moved on and lived in the heartache of the one he wanted not loving him back (but that wasn't true).

Now he's with Sherlock and approaching and older age and all he sees are babies.

John didn't even realize he wanted a baby until one day at the clinic, there was a young mother there getting a sonogram. John sat to talk to her for a few minutes, because the girl looked nervous, and learned a few things he wished he hadn't.

"I'm going to give this baby up for adoption," she told him.

"Is that so?" he asked, curious. "Why?"

"I'm not ready to be a parent. I don't want this child. I'll give it to a family who does want it, you know? Some nice gays or something."

John smiled at her. "That's very…uhm…brave of you."

"Yeah," she said. "I'm ready to do it. I knew the moment I took the test."

John nodded.

A second later, the girl's doctor called her in to the back room.

The whole way home that evening, John got to thinking. There are more people than just that young girl in this world who have unwanted pregnancies. I'd be a fit dad. I could teach it football and CPR. I could love it and feed it and read to it. Of course, knowing Sherlock he'd never want to adopt a baby. He'd want his own to train to be brilliant like him. He'd want his clone. John stopped in the middle of the road and blink at his shoes. I didn't know I wanted a baby. Do I want a baby? Fuck, he thought, I do. I want to have a baby with Sherlock. And we need some eggs for breakfast tomorrow.

John decided to go to the shop on his way home. In there, he saw three babies and one pregnant woman. Two of the babies were twins, and John thought they were adorable. They were probably two years old, both boys, and they were small chunky things. They were blonde and had large blue eyes, and they both stuck their tongues out at John as he passed.

The third baby he saw was around the same age, but he was sitting in the cart with his arms crossed and his legs out, and each time his mother tried to set an item in the cart, he'd shift so she couldn't set it down. John chuckled as he watched the show, and his mother looked at John and smiled. She apologized for standing in his way and left before he could say it was alright.

The pregnant woman he saw was in line behind him to pay. He smiled at her, and glanced down at her belly, then asked, "Second trimester?"

She smiled and touched her stomach. "Yes, how did you—"

"I'm a doctor." He held his hand out for her to shake. "John."

"Emily. My husband didn't even know what a trimester is."

John laughed. "I didn't until med-school. Do you know what you're having?"

"A girl," she happily said.

"A girl? Congradulations."

"Do you have any children?" she asked.

"No. Unfortunately, kids aren't my partner's cup of tea."

"That's too bad," she said "Well, my friend told me about this great adoption agency if you'd like the number. We were having problems getting pregnant, so we were going to try them out, but not long after I got the number, well…" she absentmindedly rubs her belly.

"Hmm," John thinked. "Actually, I'll take that number."

She smiled and fished around her purse.

"Thanks," John said, then paid for his items and left.

When he got home, he talked to Sherlock about it.

"You really think it'd be a good idea for us to have a baby?" Sherlock asks.

"I want one, don't you want one?"

Sherlock snorted. "Why would I want that?"

"I don't know," John said, suddenly very angry. "Because it's the normal thing to do."

"Is it? I know many people who don't have children and they're perfectly sane."

John rolled his eyes, now very angry. "Fine, Sherlock. Forget I fucking asked."

That was weeks ago, and now all John sees are babies. They haven't talked about babies since, but John hurts each time he sees a baby. He never thought himself a guy who wanted kids, but that was before he had someone to spend his life with. Now he wants them to be one in the form of a child.

But John doesn't say anything, fearing what Sherlock would do if he showed Sherlock how much he does want it.

*Yesterday, I got the prompt 'baby' from thefactoryfangirl. I wrote two because I couldn't decide which 'baby' to use. Thanks for the prompt!