His Heavenly Cradle

by Medusae Aequorea victoria

AU, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Sherlock, Omega/John, Mpreg, Hurt/comfort, Angst/fluff, Minor casefic. Trigger Warnings: pregnancy loss, domestic abuse, and infertility. A fluffy love story where Sherlock supports John as John struggles to recover from an abusive marriage and the loss of his unborn baby boy.

15. Epilogue

"Geoffrey makes me think of the Greek God Hermes, the one with winged feet." Sherlock wasn't aware he'd actually said this out loud. But apparently he had, for John looked up from folding baby clothes, curious.

"Homer called Hermes the luck-bringing messenger of the Gods." John was looking interested, so Sherlock continued. "At birth he refused to stay in his heavenly cradle; he wanted to fly so much that he leapt up and left his mother to take to the sky. He is important in Greek mythology as the guider of souls from here to the after-life. Of all the Gods, he is the divine crosser-of-borders between the worlds. He moves effortlessly between this world and the next, John."

Sherlock looked away embarrassed. He had probably said too much and likely it sounded ridiculous, or worse, hurtful. He glanced uncertainly at John who had said nothing.

But John was staring at him thoughtfully, "That is a beautiful idea, Sherlock. I like to think of him in that way. Thank you."

Sherlock smiled with relief and then blinked several times for his eyes were watering.

There was silence for a long moment before John said softly, "And he did bring me luck, Sherlock. He brought me you." The expression in his remarkable eyes was soft and adoring.

Sherlock sniffed and laughed and then said, "John." And before John knew what was happening, he was scooped up into a tight hug and held there breathless.