In Sherlock's bedroom, on Sherlock's bed, Greg lay between Sherlock's legs, his legs thrown over his shoulders, cock thumping deep inside of him, over and over again. Sherlock moaned almost screaming out as he was hit by wave after wave of hot pleasure. Both men were sweating, moaning, clawing at each other.

Lestrade ejaculated deep inside Sherlock, fingers entangled in Sherlock's hair, face deep in his neck, kissing, biting, groaning out his name over and over. The sight of Greg's face screwed up in ecstasy was enough to send Sherlock spinning out of control, a hard shot of cum hit Greg's belly and chin as Sherlock came hard, rolling in the waves of please that made his brain blank, but it just felt so hot... "Greg!"

Sherlock was awoken suddenly by a bout of hard kicks by the baby. He raised himself up on his elbows, looking around the dimly sunlit room. It was the second dream he had experienced since getting pregnant. He grumbled at the hard kicks that were thumping behind his belly button. He looked at his clock, 4:50am. He groaned, he couldn't stay in bed anymore, he had to get up."

6:40am

It was still early in the morning since Sherlock had been forced out of bed by the baby's demands, so had taken refuge with a blanket in one of the arm chairs, drifting in and out of sleep. John came to check on him, Sherlock was still slumped under a blanket, asleep with both hands wrapped around his stomach.

"Sherlock? Are you alright for me to head out to work? I've got another shift at the clinic" John asked as he was already putting his coat on to go out

"Yeah, sure whatever" Sherlock hoarsely murmured

John moved a bit closer to him "Sherlock are you listening to me? I'll be gone for a few hours ill see if I can get off early to come and help you"

"With what" Sherlock again, blankly replied

John walked over to Sherlock and crouched in front of him "Hey, wake up, talk to me" John gave him a concerned smile before pressing both hands onto his bump, giving it a slow gentle rub, he felt the baby kicking against his palms. This at least seemed to wake Sherlock up a bit from his daze. He squirmed at the baby turning inside of him, a very unwelcome sensation.

"Are you with us your majesty?" John smirked

"Piss off John I'm tired" Sherlock moaned, rubbing his forehead with the heel of his hand.

"Oh right, well, excuse me for giving a crap" John snapped, turning to leave for work.

Sherlock sighed "John, John I'm sorry, please, go to work. I feel rat arsed"

John smirked again "What? You feel drunk?"

Sherlock sifted in his chair trying to get comfortable. "Yeah, I mean.. I don't know"

"Well you sound bloody out of it... I can't leave you when your like that you'll set the flat on fire" John joked, but only half-joking

Sherlock stretched as best he could and yawned "Mrs Hudson's downstairs this morning... I'll be fine"

John shuffled from foot to foot, not sure what to do, as soon as he left he knew he would worry senseless about him, too much to concentrate.

Sherlock picked up on Johns anxiety "John just go you need the money, I've got my phone, text me if your that worried"

Sherlock was right, he could just keep texting him to make sure he was ok... John rolled his eyes "Alright, promise me you'll reply, because you never do."

"Yes John" He waved his phone in the air

"Ok then, well see you later, I'll try to get off early like I said" John left,closing the door behind him.

"John!" Sherlock called after him

He heard keys in the door trying to get back in, "You couldn't have called before I locked myself out?"

Sherlock bit his lip... "Thankyou"

John stopped, his face softened, he smiled at Sherlock and nodded, before leaving once more to go to work.

Sherlock sunk back into the silence, once again, a day alone, just him and the bump. Great...

Sure enough, only a few minutes after John had left, his phone buzzed. He chuckled as he read the text he had received from John - Are you Ok?

Fine, however you woke him up when you rubbed my bump he won't stop kicking - SH

Seconds later came another text - Sorry about that

Sherlock frowned, he was flattered by the amount of care John showed him, he wished he could show it back. He was soon distracted by his son giving his kidney a thump. "Oh stop that!" Sherlock snapped. He waited for the kicking to stop before he tried again to relax. He had considered phoning Lestrade earlier, but soon decided against it. What would he be phoning him for? Hey baby how was your day? Lestrade had already come to see him weeks ago at the lab anyway, it was when he first told him he was pregnant. Just the though of carrying Lestrade's baby made his skin crawl, what if he looked like him? However, he had to involve him if he wanted to be. Maybe it would be a good thing? Maybe could put some financial cost towards things... The feelings were still the same, he didn't want it, he had no desire to ever have a family. So why did he keep it? He kept convincing himself that it was the hormones that changed the way he thinks. But really, there was a part of him that wasn't entirely devastated about it. He hated the bonding most of all, when he felt the baby wriggle, it tugged at his heart strings, but then afterwards he would just find it annoying again.

8:40am

Sherlock lounged back into the arm-chair facing out of the window. His violin and bow down the left side of his stomach. He was going to play, but he hadn't got the energy anymore. The baby started kicking again, he groaned as the urge to urinate grew stronger, the baby's head pressing down on his already past-full bladder. He couldn't be bothered to move. Another wriggle from the baby made his mind up for him, admitting defeat, he heaved himself up to go to the bathroom, nearly pissing himself.

Sherlock washed his hands and splashed his face with cool water, he was sick of all these hot flushes. He looked up at his face in the bathroom mirror, examining the lines across his forehead. He was thirty-seven years old, he was too old for this.

Suddenly he was hit by an intense wave of pain, gripping the bathroom counter hard, a harsh cramp rang through his lower abdomen and back. He cried out, praying for John to appear out of nowhere and be there for him. He held his breath, waiting for the pain to stop. Sherlock gasped as the pain lifted, his knees buckling underneath him.

He found himself panicking, he was on his own, had he gone into labour? He was 10 weeks early how could he be in labour? He gingerly made his way back to his chair and picked up his phone to get John, but he was stopped by another cramp, the phone fell from his hand, fingers digging into the back of the chair. He felt the uncomfortable sensation of the babies head wriggling and rotating against his cervix.

"Uugghhhhhhhhh!" Sherlock groaned loudly. There was only one thing he could do... "MRS HUDSON!" Sherlock bellowed through the apartment

Almost immediately he heard her hurrying up the stairs. Whilst he waited for her to come up the stairs he felt his heart start to go crazy, thumping like a rabbit on a high. This was it, the baby was coming, and he was on his own and he was going to die of heart failure!

"Sherlock what's wrong? I'm here don't worry" Mrs Hudson dashed into the apartment in her dressing gown and hurried over to him, slipping an arm round his waist. "Sherlock? Tell me what's wrong?

"Its ok.. I'm ok... just... I think I'm alright" Sherlock convinced himself "I just panicked"

Mrs Hudson was tidying her flat when she heard a knock at the flat door. She pulled off her gloves and made her way to the door. She opened it to find Lestrade standing there. "Can i help you dear?"

"Er yeah, Hi I'm here to see Sherlock?" Lestrade shuffled nervously from one foot to the other.

"Go on up dear I'm sure it will be fine" the older lady smiled

Meanwhile, the pair upstairs had been going about their separate business for that day, John updating his blog and Sherlock. . Being Sherlock.

"Sherlock?" John called

"What?" Sherlock was busy fiddling with his trousers

"Um, Lestrade's here to see you"

Sherlock suddenly felt sick, he slipped into the bathroom before the other two men could reach him. He hung over the toilet, taking deep breaths, trying not to throw up.

"Maybe I should come back another time" Lestrade suggested

John called through the bathroom door "Sherlock are you Ok? Greg's just turned up he wants to talk to you. I need to head off out to the bank, I'll be about half an hour. Greg will be here alright?"

Sherlock closed his eyes, "Fine" he gasped

After a few minutes after hearing John leave, Sherlock emerged from the bathroom it had been a few weeks since he had last seen Greg face to face.

The two men looked at each other for what seemed like the longest moment ever. Greg seemed a bit nervous around Sherlock's bump, it had grown a fair bit since he last saw him. He barely had one at all before. He approached Sherlock cautiously. Getting closer and closer, until they were nose to nose.

Sherlock felt his cock fatten up inside his trousers as he felt Lestrade's breath on his own lips. He had to swallow a groan as Lestrade slipped his hand round his waist, placing the other one on his bump. The baby kicked Lestrade's palm a few times, he hadn't felt this before, he wasn't sure what to say. Greg pressed a soft kiss into Sherlock's lips, before pulling back.

"I'm sorry. I really am." Greg started

"Why are you doing this?" Sherlock asked, looking down at him softly

"I'm sorry" he repeated.

"Greg..." Sherlock croaked as Lestrade pulled him closer to him, bump pressing into his stomach.

Lestrade gazed into Sherlock's eyes for a moment, pulling out of the embrace. "I love my wife."

"Then why did you come here?" Sherlock tried to sound blunt, but his emotions failed him miserably

Greg thought through his answer carefully "Because I love you too"

Sherlock scoffed "No you don't"

"Then why did I have sex with you?"

"Because you saw I was vulnerable and you fancied a shag" Sherlock replied, this time managed to sound how he wanted.

"I didn't hear you complaining, in fact as far as I can remember you were doing the exact... opposite" Greg brushed Sherlock's lips with his own.

"Look, this isn't why I came here, I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say. I do have feelings for you, I always have done, but... It got out of control, we were both drunk." Lestrade paused

"I'd like you to leave, please" Sherlock asked bluntly

"Sherlock, please we can't just avoid each other, that's my baby too"

"Well you have him then, I have never wanted him, you're right he's your son too, not just mine!"

"Son?" Lestrade asked, looking a little dumbstruck

"I'm sorry, who's son?!"

Both startled men swung round to see John standing in the door way, he looked horrified

"I just came back because I forgot my bank card..." John explained