Author's Note:
Two chapters left after this! Thank you so much for all the reviews last chapter! Mixed feelings on Sarah, I see. That will actually be explained by chapter two of the third story, so get ready because the plot only thickens here on out!
John watched Nancy with a smile, moving to sit with Amy hesitantly. "I'm not going home tonight," he whispered as he glanced at Sherlock. "I need to stay here wi-"
The door opened and Mycroft entered slowly, smiling and letting his eyes dart to the infant in John's arms. "Congratulations," he stated calmly, his gaze moving toward his younger brother.
"Thank you, Uncle Mycroft," John said with a bit of a smirk.
Sherlock nodded to John, knowing what John was going to say. "I figured. I'll be here with you both." He glanced to Mycroft with a smirk. "Did those Korean elections work out the way you wanted?" He didn't really expect an answer. The shoes on his feet were beginning to irate his already agitated feet, so he kicked them off. He wiggled his toes once the socks were removed as well. Still didn't feel great but it was a slight relief.
A small cry escaped Amy and John winced, looking nervously at his daughter. Christ, she wasn't sleeping for very long already. A nurse came into the room with a warm smile, moving John so he would stand. She walked him through changing the small diaper and making sure he did everything right.
"You'll make a proper husband out of him yet," Mycroft muttered to Sherlock as John settled back down. His index finger was being held tightly by Amy and she was sucking on it boredly, her eyes locked on her Dad's face.
Sherlock watched John wince at the cry. "Mum warned us to be quiet," he said with a slight smirk. He watched the army doctor and nurse change the diaper and it was pretty much how the book said how to do it. He glanced over to his brother, the smirk returning once more. "Here I thought he would be making me the proper husband."
Mycroft couldn't help but pat his brother on the shoulder. "He needs you now more than ever, Sherlock. He has his first child and doesn't have Sarah with him. It is going to be difficult." He lifted his gaze just in time to see John setting Amy in his arms. "I, oh, tha-"
"Hold her, Mycroft," John stated with an amused smile. Amy tilted her head to get a good look at the new person holding her, yawning and eagerly snuggling into his chest. "See, despite her better judgment, she likes you. Imagine that." He moved to lean against Sherlock a bit, wrapping his arm around his fiancé's shoulders.
Difficult. Yes, Sherlock supposed his older brother was right. It wouldn't be easy for him either. He didn't know what the hell he was doing. Sure he had read a bunch of books to help prepare him but would that be enough? He smirked at the sight of Mycroft holding little Sandi. He relaxed into John, resting his head on his fiancé's chest. He brought his hands up to rest on John's, giving a brief light squeeze.
John glanced down at Sherlock with a warm smile, bending down to gently place a kiss in his hair. "Perfect Uncle right there," he commented with a smug smile. Amy had already fallen asleep, appearing completely content with her full stomach and clean diaper. He didn't hesitant in pulling away from Sherlock to take Amy back from a rather uncomfortable looking Mycroft.
"Right, I must be going. Good luck with all this," Mycroft stated tightly, swallowing hard as he turned and left the room. John glanced at Sherlock, struggling to hold back a laugh so Amy wouldn't wake up. He moved to sit on the examination table, holding Amy close and relaxing against the wall as his eyes closed.
Sherlock watched his older brother carefully. He didn't think Mycroft was uncomfortable about having little Sandi but rather feeling like he was missing out on something his older brother felt like he would never be able to have himself. He only assumed his deduction to be correct with how Mycroft had left. His gaze shifted to John and he smiled. His fiancé looked so happy with Amy in his arms.
"I love it when you smile," John commented softly as he cracked one eye open. "When you look happy like that... it makes my stomach twist," he admitted with a small blush. He shifted Amy in his arm so she could rest against his chest. One little hand moved and gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly, her head resting just below his collarbone. "I'm always trying to get you to smile or laugh." One hand moved to support Amy's little body as he slid to lay at an awkward angle to make her comfortable. "I especially love it when you say 'I love you' first."
Without using his feet, Sherlock slid the rolling stool over to John by pushing off a nearby ledge. He slid off it and laid down next to John. He nestled his head onto his fiancé's shoulder. "I love you," he whispered into the army doctor's ear. He smirked a bit and then tilted his head so he could reach John's cheek and gave it a quick kiss.
John grinned, unable to stop himself, and turned slightly to meet Sherlock's gaze. "I love you too," he replied with a small laugh. "I always will." He placed a soft kiss on the top of Sherlock's head and hesitated when he felt his phone go off. It was a call and he glanced at Sherlock. Should he answer it? Calls always meant something bad. Who on Earth would be calling him right now?
Always interrupted by a damn phone call. For entirely selfish reasons, Sherlock didn't want John to answer the phone. It could actually be important or it could be some sort of bad news. He gave a small shrug in response to his fiancé's glance. He sat up, ready to take little Sandi just in case the army doctor opted to step outside the room and answer the call.
John slowly worked his phone out of his pocket, smoothly handing Amy over into Sherlock's arms. "I'll be right back." He slid off the examination table and answered the phone. "Hello?" The door shut behind him just as the person on the other line started to talk.
It took over ten minutes for John to figure everything out, to learn what had happened, and for the color to return slightly to his face. He entered the room in his best attempt to make it look like nothing had happened. No words. Nothing. He moved to the examination table and took his spot next to Sherlock without a second thought but stared at the opposite wall blankly.
Sherlock absently rocked little Sandi while she slept. When John came back in he raised his eyebrows expectantly but his fiancé didn't say anything. "John?" He asked quietly, so as not to wake the baby in his arms.
"Did you know?" John asked softly, glancing at his fiancé with a small frown. "It happened a few hours ago. Mycroft knew, they said. So... you knew?" His eyes dropped to Amy. Dead. All of them. The men he called his family, the ones he had grown so close to, were all gone. He should have been with them. If he hadn't have been selfish he would have been with them, protecting them. Doing his job.
It didn't take any time to follow what John meant. "Mycroft text me about it shortly before my mum came by. I didn't say anything because you were upset about Sarah. You should be happy right now..." Sherlock indicated little Sandi in his arms. Would this start another fight? Or would his fiancé understand?
Right. It was all true, really. Sherlock had a good reason to keep it from him. "I know." He moved forward and gently met Sherlock's lips. "It's alright. You are fine." And it was. Sherlock wanted to protect him. He deepened the kiss without a second though, forgetting that his daughter was in Sherlock's arms.
Sherlock smiled and returned the kiss briefly. He pulled away though, indicating little Sandi in his arms once more. The infant was still sleeping at least. He looked around for a place to lay Amy down, and saw a bassinet. He stood, ignoring the pain in his feet and placed her down gently. For a brief moment he thought of pulling John to the supply closet mentioned by his fiancé earlier. That would irresponsible. Also, no sex until after the wedding. He sighed quietly, sitting back down on the stool to get off his feet.
John watched his fiancé with a small smile, standing the moment the other man sat down. "I love you." He spread his legs and sat lightly on Sherlock's lap, locking his arms around the other man's neck. "And I cannot wait to call you my husband." Kissing Sherlock was something he would never get tired of and he gently met the other man's lips.
Sherlock returned the kiss, telling John he loved him back. He wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to resist his arousal. Waiting until the wedding night was going to be harder than he thought. He wrapped his arms around John, to help keep the other man balanced and to pull him closer still.
This could end up being quite the bad idea. Christ, his daughter was in the room and he was ready to rip Sherlock's clothes off. John nipped at Sherlock's bottom lip, taking the time to take a deep breath before letting his tongue explore Sherlock's mouth. Memorize. Take everything in. A soft moan escaped his mouth, his hips involuntarily rocking forward, and that was when he pulled away. His forehead rested against Sherlock and he grinned down at his fiancé. "How's it feel to be a Dad?"
Sherlock explored John's mouth eagerly, whimpering with desire from the thrusting from the man on top of him. Stopping? Oh. Right. It was easy for him to forget the deal when John was all over him. It took a moment for him to concentrate on the question, rather than his body. "I don't know yet. Still taking it all in, but...I think it will grow on me..." He smiled slightly. He had never thought he would be a father and even now he wasn't sure he would be good at it but he would try.
A smile tugged at John's lips and he wiggled slightly. "You will be fine considering you hardly sleep," he stated with amusement. In fact, John was thankful that his fiancé hardly slept. With Amy, Sherlock's odd sleeping patterns were a Godsend. "She likes you. You will be fine. I have faith in you." He wanted to pull himself from Sherlock's lap. "Is this uncomfortable?"
Sherlock smirked a bit and shook his head. "Not at all my dear doctor." There wasn't a backing on the small stool, so it took some effort to balance them both but he really didn't mind. He leaned forward and kissed John once more, tongue exploring almost immediately. Maybe he could tempt his fiancé into violating the no sex rule. He wouldn't ask or plea; he was far too stubborn to do that. However, trying to seduce the army doctor was something he was fairly confident he could do with enough time.
The kiss was soft and slow and perfect. John was sure he wouldn't want to ever stop. He returned the kiss eagerly, exhaling loudly through his nose as one hand gripped Sherlock's side tightly. His other hand ran lightly along Sherlock's jaw. Christ. He moaned into his fiancé's mouth but managed to keep his hips frozen in place. No sex, he reminded himself.
Sherlock continued the kiss, opting to breath though his nose like often did when he didn't want to break the kiss to allow for normal breathing. One hand slid up John's shirt, and then his fingernails scratched down lightly on the skin below. The other hand rested on the back of his fiancé's head, fingers running through the short hair.
The nails on his skin threw him over the edge and his hips thrust forward without his consent. Every muscle in his body tensed for a moment. John's thoughts were suddenly clouded and all he could think about was Sherlock. "Fuck," he whispered against his fiancé's lips. He pressed his erection against Sherlock's stomach with a soft moan. "Ah," he stifled his cry with a harsh kiss. "Sherlock."
Sherlock smirked behind the kiss. His fingers continued to scratch along John's back. He would have bucked back but he was certain that would cause him to lose his balance and they would both end up on the floor. Not a bad idea, but collapsing off the chair in a crash wasn't really that appealing to him. It would wake up little Sandi, probably, and that would ruin everything. Despite his constantly aching feet, he pushed them backward on the rolling stool until his back was against a wall to offer them both a little more support. He moved his lips to John's ear, where he began to lick and suck it all over.
John dropped his head slightly to give Sherlock better access, panting heavily already. Wait. Didn't they agr- Oh, Christ, that felt wonderful. "Sherl-" he took a deep breath and managed to get a hand under Sherlock's shirt, scratching at his skin with a desperate moan. Angry. He was angry. Upset. Needed a distraction. He wanted to take it out on Sherlock. He moved his head, pulling away from Sherlock's mouth, and roughly grabbed one of the other man's hands. He met Sherlock's gaze for a moment before slamming it against the wall behind them. "We agreed," he whispered, moving to suck at the skin on Sherlock's jaw.
Sherlock couldn't help but squirm from the scratching on his chest. Apparently his fiancé had more control than he had given him credit. "You said kissing and snuggling was okay." It was all he had done, although his intent had been to incite things further. He tilted his head so John could have better access to his jaw. He wanted to be selfish and keep things going but if waiting was something his fiancé really wanted to do. He supposed he could always find a bathroom. "You and I both know if things keep going…" He trailed off, figuring he would leave it up to John at this point.
"You're seducing me," John whispered with a bit of a smirk against Sherlock's skin. "I'm not a total idiot, y'know." He tightened his grip on Sherlock's arm, pressing it harder into the wall. "You are a bit hard to deny and you know that." And how could he just leave with this bloody erection? How was he even supposed to walk straight after that? "I want to wait," he whispered, his breath hitching as he pressed against Sherlock again. "But I've always wanted to get off in a hospital like this." He paused and slowly kissed his fiancé. "I hate you a little."
The pressure on his arm didn't go unnoticed. Sherlock understood and knew it well. Angry and desperate, the way he felt when he had caught John and Sarah together. However, this was different for John. He knew he could use it his advantage if he wanted to and there was a part of him that wanted that badly. No. He could wait damn it. "Then let's wait. Besides, you were the one who said we can't do it with Amy around." He tilted his head to little Sandi sleeping in the bassinet, completely innocent and unaware.
For a moment John almost told Sherlock to ignore their sleeping daughter and make him feel better but he bit his tongue. If Sherlock, of all people, could exhibit some self control then he could, too. Knowing him he would end up waking Amy up right in the middle of their little exploit. "I'm sorry," he whispered, smirking a little. "But you can seduce me in six months like that and I'll give you anything you want."
Sherlock smirked back. "Trust me, I know." He rested forehead his against John's shoulder. He was trying to ignore the erection in his pants. Wait. They were going to wait damn it. Good thing being stubborn was a strong trait of his, otherwise he was sure he would lose the self control he was exuding right now. The thought of getting up and finding a restroom was strangely not that appealing, largely due to his already suffering feet.
John released Sherlock's arm with a small snort of laughter. "Sod off," he whispered playfully, slowly moving off of his fiancé and not even trying to hide his erection. "Want me to wheel you to the bathroom, then?" He smirked and eyed the bulge in the other man's pants. Just because he wanted to wait didn't mean he wouldn't let Sherlock relive himself. That would just be plain rude.
It was times like these, his stubbornness made him a difficult person to get along with. Really, it was just a matter of stubborn pride. "No, I'm…I'll be fine," Sherlock replied. He shifted on the stool, fingers drumming on his legs without any real rhythm. It was clear he was trying and failing to distract his mind.
John crouched in front of Sherlock with a soft smile. "It's fine, it really is. I kind of know how uncomfortable you must be." His hand soothingly ran up and down his fiancé's thigh. "Or would you consider a hand job sex?" His lips twitched in an attempted smile and his hand traveled higher. If it meant making Sherlock happy then he could that for him.
Sherlock squirmed into the touch on his thigh. He smirked a bit, cocking an eyebrow. "It is technically a sexual act. If we are going to do this, might as well do it right." He shifted once more and then forced himself to his feet despite his better judgment. He managed not to cringe or groan in pain. "I'll be back in a bit." He didn't get far before stumbling into a wall for support. His feet had endured enough abuse over the last couple days and they didn't want to cooperate with him now. It was too much. All he wanted to do was sink to his knees and give reprieve to his feet but he didn't like looking weak in front of John. On the upside, the intense pain had made him think about something other than his erection which was beginning to fade away since the torture occurring wasn't of the pleasurable kind.
John bolted to Sherlock and supported the other man the best he could. "C'mon, lay down." He used one arm to usher Sherlock to the examination table, the other fishing in the pocket of his jeans. "Brought some of your pain meds. Why don't you get some sleep?" The last thing he needed was an in pain fiancé and a soon-to-be hungry infant. "I'll give you half, yeah? That will keep you out of pain and it will just be like a quick nap." He grinned and handed half a pill to Sherlock just as the tell-tale signs of a crying Amy started to come from the other side of the room.
Sherlock sat down on the table as requested, more than happy to be off his feet. He didn't want to sleep, but pain medication was more than just a tempting idea so he took the pill and swallowed it dry. He laid down just as little Sandi started crying. John could tend to her. His fiancé would probably want to anyway. He needed to stay off his feet as much as possible while the army doctor was still home, so he could actually be on them when John went back to war. No one would be there to take care of Amy while his fiancé was gone, except for him. He figured his Mum and Mycroft may pitch in here and there but a vast majority of the responsibility was going to lie with him. He realized then, that his days as a consulting detective would probably be halted until after his honeymoon with John. He sighed at the thought, it had been almost a year since he had truly worked a case last. He missed it. The chase, the puzzles, the thrill, the hunt, all of it. Feeling bitter and grumpy, he turned his back to his fiancé and the baby.
John watched Sherlock for a long moment, biting his bottom lip before slowly turning to his daughter. "Shhh, Amy, honey." He picked the little girl up, causing her to wail louder. For such a small thing she had quite the set of lungs, John determined instantly. "It's alright, Daddy's here." He started to slowly rock her in his arms, his eyes locked on his fiancé's back with a small frown. Something was bothering Sherlock but he was too damn busy with the crying infant in his arms that he couldn't ask. "Hey, it's fine. Shhh." He bounced slightly on his toes before slowly starting to hum. The vibration of his chest against her body seemed to calm her and she was reduced to loud sniffing and staring at her Dad in wonder.
The crying baby irritated his already sour mood. Sherlock was about to shout at John to shut the kid up but by then the infant had settled down. With a discontent sigh, he slammed his eyes shut hoping that would make the pain medication work faster and he would be able to find peace in slumber. A moment ago he hadn't wanted to sleep but now he didn't know how to make the brooding thought process turn off other than passing out into a drug induced sleep.