Hi guys another Chapter for you, getting closer and closer to the arrival of the baby, unwanted as it may be by both the parents to some extent, it still has to come out some time! Once again i do apologise for any errors in spelling,. I tried to make this a detailed as i could, was so excited to plow on with the story because its been so long.

Greg sat on the sofa inside of the flat. taking some subtle deep breaths, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped. looking a bit better than he had been standing at he door, when the sudden realisation of birth came upon him.

'Are you OK now'? John sat opposite him, in the lone arm chair.

Greg looked up at the shorter man 'yeah mate, just fine'

'So, you never really thought about life after the baby is born?' John leaned forward in his chair

'Of course I did, just not properly, or about any of it coming out' Greg sat back, stretching his arms out. 'John I can understand your initial concern, thinking I have committed rape, forcing the guy, taking advantage and all that utter rubbish, but its clear now it was never anything like that, we are actively seeing each other'

'Greg you have a wife' John replied bluntly

'Is that whats really bothering you? The fact I have a wife? Yeah i know and i feel genuinely terrible, I know I should have broke it off with her first... That cab ride wasn't exactly planned!' Greg paused.. 'And neither was the other night if you must know!'

'Yes alright thank you i have heard enough about that other damn night' John took a moment to think 'I just don't know if either of you are thinking responsibly, you certainly aren't acting like it!'

Greg clasped the back of his head in his hands looking at the ceiling 'Jesus John I feel like I'm speaking to the mans father! I shouldn't have to explain myself to you and neither should Sherlock!'

John retaliated looking sternly at the detective 'That MAN is my best friend and I have to protect him'..

Both men sat quiet, pondering over what to say next.

It was Greg broke the prolonged silence, he lowered his arms and rubbed his face.

'Fair enough, and I understand that John, but there's nothing bad in me he needs protecting from, he is a grown man who can and actively is making his own decisions about his own life'

John sat back in his chair, he nodded briefly.

'Ok then so answer me this, How..' John paused 'I mean how long.. have you two always had the hots for each other or what'

Greg raised his eyebrows at the blunt questioning 'Right. Well. I suppose to but we subconsciously denied and acknowledged it, well on my part anyway. He always used to do things like steal my ID, i shook it off as him trying to piss me off.. but then it became more of a casual flirt, and I did it back. We have kissed before, on a few occasions, we weren't drunk any of those times, OK Sherlock was high the one time. But one thing really has led to another'

John sat in a state of shock

'Why didn't either of you tell me' John asked, sitting with both arms relaxed, looking once again, dumb struck.

'Because it's none of your business is why!' Lestrade exclaimed 'I love him John, I don't care what you think, I don't care what my wife thinks and I don't care what anyone thinks, that man and that baby are mine and nothing can stop that from happening'

John nodded, admitting defeat on the entire situation 'Just don't you dare mess him about'

Greg held his hands up in defense 'Yeah, OK, fine'

Sherlock, who had heard the entire script through his bedroom wall, decided it was time to contact his 'lover'...

...

A while later, after getting to terms with each others views, Gregory and John agreed to disagree, yet accepting to see from each others point of view, and said their goodbyes, choosing to leave Sherlock to sleep.

As Lestrade got back to his own home, kicking his shoes off, finally feeling settled with the world, his phone buzzed in his pocket. His heart thumped a little faster when he saw who it was from.

Greg what do you think will happen when I have the baby, when my hormones all return to their non existent state. I will go back to my usual self. SH

What do you mean? L

If we weren't pissed or I wasn't high those times previously.. or heavily pregnant now, you wouldn't have come near me SH

Yes I would. Alcohol spoke the truth for me that night, and i think your hormones do exist, just heightened right now. L

Stop fooling yourself, we could never work, once I return to how I really am, you won't want that and the baby will just make things worse. SH

What exactly are you saying? L

No response came from the other detective

Sherlock talk to me, if you're saying what I think you are saying I'm really pissed off. That night in the cab, all those times in the office, stealing my ID.. there has always been something there! Don't do this to me after we've come so far. L

Fuck that darn cab! We were pissed, John was right, it was rape. I would never have let you near me otherwise! I never wanted this baby and now I am getting dragged into a complicated relationship with the father. SH

Sherlock Holmes partially regretted everything he had just said, he felt regret and guilt build in the pit of his stomach. A horrible feeling, wishing things could be simpler. But he had to think responsibly, like John had said.

For the next 2 weeks there was no text back from Detective Inspector Lestrade.

36 Weeks

2 more weeks of being pregnant passed, Sherlock had found his tummy wasn't really growing, just feeling heavier. He did not connect the baby with anybody else but him, and not even that most days. He sat on the sofa, obviously miserable to John and others who saw him. John knew something had happened between them but didn't dare ask the hormonal man.

Just as Sherlock considered a shot at a high, maybe it would kill the baby, put all this bullshit behind him.. His phone buzzed. His heart couldn't help but skip a beatwhen he saw who it was from. A deep feeling wallowed in the pit of his stomach. He had no idea what he was going to read. Sherlock tapped the text message open, having no idea of what he would find.

Meet me at Zan Fron Square House. Got a job for you' DI Lestrade

What?.. Sherlock thought to himself. Surely he had meant the text for somebody else. 5 minutes passed and still Sherlock had not moved or replied, when another one came through.

Yes I meant it for you Sherlock. My team require your presence at a crime scene, get here asap. DI Lestrade

...

Eventually Sherlock made it in a cab to the house in question. He had not told John he had gone out, otherwise he would never have let him out. Once inside the large, echoing main entrance, he was met by Anderson, who didn't really notice Sherlock's heavy stomach behind his usual coat.

'You?' Anderson exclaimed

'Yes it appears so, what am I needed for exactly, wheres the body' Sherlock started to ask

'There's no body' Came his response from behind him, the mans voice ran shivered along Sherlock's skin, behind him stood Lestrade, hands in his pockets. 'There are some letters and photographs you need to see.'

Sherlock couldn't respond, He could barely move

'You alright mate?' Came a short and sharp response again from Greg, hands still in pockets, flashing a white, confident grin

Sherlock wasn't sure what to say back he could babble on about how much he missed spending time with him and how much he hated what he had said and how he might have been wrong. Looking at that dark handsome man before him, smart crisp white shirt tucked into his smart brand new pinstriped trousers. But instead..

'Yes I'm Fine, What-'

Sherlock was cut off by another abrupt response from The detective inspector;

'Good good! I'll let you get on with it then!' Greg began walk off, leaving Sherlock to only gaze after the man who he once connected with in a way he had with no one before.

'Greg..' Sherlock tried to call after Lestrade as he marched off down the corridor

'Sarah here will tell you the details!' Greg responded, ignoring the detective. Greg flung open a set of double doors and left him to his business.

Sherlock sat at an old fashioned sofa in a smaller sitting room Sarah directed him to, bundles of pictures in front of him on the dark wood old fashioned coffee table.

Sherlock after 4 hours had managed to gain some decent concentration, and pretty much solved the case. He got up and hunched his coat even further around his shoulders, ready to leave and call a cab. When all of a sudden, he was aware he wasn't alone. He turned round to find Greg, leaning against the wall next to the open door, hands in his pockets.

'Find much?' Greg asked, straight faced.

'I've left some notes with your messenger..' Sherlock replied

Sarah, Greg thought to himself

'Yeah, fine, well have a good evening!' Greg barked before removing his hands from his pockets and heading for the door. However just as he did so, a short sharp gasp from the other mans mouth forced him to turn back around.

He was faced with Sherlock, face screwed up, holding underneath his tummy, which hadn't been that visible through his thick coat and thin black jumper.

Greg immediately felt concern, worry and dread build inside of him. But decided to stand his ground

'Whats wrong, effects of my rape getting too much?' It was a dark thing for Greg to come out with, but he felt no regrets.

Sherlock closed his eyes for a moment before straightening back up 'No actually, I'm fine I just need to go home' Sherlock replied softly and calmly, feeling his first contraction claw lightly at his tummy, but soon ti released him. He could breath again.

Greg's face fell just slightly, when he suddenly realised..well remembered what exactly that pain could mean. He was devastated, shocked, hurt and offended by what Sherlock had actually chose to say to him those 2 weeks ago, to the point he had actually thought he would never speak to him again. Yet he still couldn't shake the love for this man in front of him, and now he was in pain.

Sherlock sat back down onto the sofa. Giving up at trying to look composed in front of the inspector.

'Sherlock' he sighed this time it was Lestrade's voice that was softer

'Please just call me a cab home if you don't mind' Sherlock pleaded.

'Sherlock come on, whats the matter' Lestrade asked more sternly this time

'I need to get back home' Sherlock insisted

Greg hesitated but decided to do as he was told and he managed to get one arranged. He went to re join the detective, but by the time he came back, Sherlock has already left the building.

Greg gave up and went to leave the address to go to his own house, his new bachelor flat he decided to at least inform John.

Sherlock has had some pain I'm sending him home. Greg

What? Why are you with him? What pain? Is he Ok?, John

He came to work on a case for my team, I've been a dick to him today to be frank. A well deserved dick mind. I don't know whats wrong but I'm sending him back to you. Greg

Jesus Christ you two are like high school teenagers! Fine, thanks. You won't come with him? What if he's in labour?. John

Greg thought for a moment. It suddenly really hit him, what if HIS baby WAS coming.. he should have at least stayed with him, getting along or not. He dialed Sherlock's number into his phone, before pressing call, suddenly realising his potential mistake. He heard a buzzing on the desk behind him.

'For god sake' Lestrade sighed.

As he looked at Sherlock's ringing phone left behind on the desk.

John was just about to start feeling his own worries and concerns, when his phone buzzed again.

Oh and just the one more thing John. I've left my wife.

John blew out his cheeks, looked out the window, then replied.

Really? So what, is this still all happening then? What's going on are you two still at it or what? All he's done is mope around for 2 weeks, i swear if you've hurt him Lestrade.. John

Greg rolled his eyes.

No we haven't been 'at it' and we are not currently 'at it' Sherlock made it clear how he felt about the whole thing so i just got on without him. But it's still my kid, i accept that responsibility. That's why I am making sure now you know to expect him, Lestrade.

Greg suddenly felt like a right idiot, a mean one at that too. But Sherlock did deserve it, to say that to him, to accuse him after all that had happened. Why was everyone so convinced he was the bad guy? John was never going to be too accepting of ANYONE so much as glancing at his flatmate, let alone getting him pregnant. And Sherlock did have his social issues, his hormones must be all over the place, he must not know what to think.

'Ahh CRAP' Greg exclaimed to himself and ran out of the building past Sally and Anderson.

'Guys I've got to go its an emergency! I'm sorry!' Greg yelled as he dashed out to his car fumbling for his keys.

'What where to!?' Sally demanded

'I'll explain later..maybe!' Greg shouted back, already getting into the drivers seat.

Greg sped off in his car back to to 221B Baker Street. If anything, he was at least going to be with Sherlock for the birth of their child. If that was the current case.

'Oh my god I knew it' Sally sniggered, shaking her head 'I just knew it, always sneaking around... jeez like school kids!'

'What?' Anderson asked 'Can I know whats going on please?'

Sally took a moment, a sly smile crept across her face as she nodded to herself.

'Sherlock's having Greg's baby'

Meanwhile, whilst Greg sped to Sherlock's home, and Sally explained to a dumbfounded Anderson how the pair had been getting it on in the office. Sherlock was not alone. Being stalked by his brother who had him on high surveillance alert for months now, had obviously followed him to the house. And gone to meet him when he was seen waiting alone for a cab to arrive. After declining an offer of a lift in a luxury car, Sherlock had gotten into the cab, much to his dismay, yet comfort at the same time, followed by his brother seated opposite him. Who refused to leave his brother on his own, in a cold cab on along ride back to baker street, in potential labour.

Mycroft waved off his escorts. knowing this was time for him and his brother to be alone.