Loads of fluff and hint of sex in this chapter. Pretty pointless chapter if you ask me but I hope you will like it... I would love some name suggestions to their child too, both girls and boys names. :) xx ~ erithwolf
John woke up early next morning. He opened his eyes and met a sleeping Sherlock lying beside him. His long, black eyelashes glistened in the early sunlight. Sherlock slowly gritted his white teeth in his sleep, destroying the beautiful image of him in a second, his hands opening and closing as he was running, a small wrinkle formed on his forehead and he let out a low and threatening growl to whoever he was fighting against in his dream. The werewolf suddenly opened his mouth only to show a pair of sharp fangs. John's eyes widened, he put his hand on his shoulder and slowly shook him to wake him up.
"Wake up..." John murmured to his lover. Sherlock's eyes instantly opened, his left eye shrouded in a silvery, thick mist while his right eye burned with blue and green colour.
"Hi there..." Sherlock murmured softly to John, stroking his cheek gently, his fangs retreating back to normal human teeth.
"Hi..." John replied, smiling.
"How are you?" Sherlock asked and kissed John's cheek tenderly.
"It's okay... I... Uh..." John began to speak, seemingly embarrassed.
"Hmm? What, John? You can ask me whatever you want." said Sherlock softly with a small frown on his face.
"I..." John cleared his throat, his gaze wandering around the room for a moment before looking directly at Sherlock. "... I need to go on the toilet... Do you... think... you... can... help me?" he asked, his face flushed with redness.
"Of course John, I will do anything for you." Sherlock replied and quickly got up from the couch, stretching his back a little before helping John to sit up. John put his arms around Sherlock's neck while Sherlock put his left arm under John's butt, lifting him up with strong arms. When John was finished with his visit to the toilet, Sherlock helped him wash his hands and then he helped John to sit down in his wheel-chair.
"You okay?" Sherlock asked when they arrived to the kitchen to eat some breakfast.
"Yes... Though I feel a bit embarrassed about you needing to help me on the toilet..." John murmured and scratched his nose in embarrassment.
"It's alright John, I have no problem with it at all. I love you and I will do anything for you whether it is helping you on the toilet or buy jam for you." said Sherlock without hesitation and stroke John's hand carefully.
"I'm glad you feel that way." John replied with a large smile.
"Of course John. You are my everything and I devote my whole life to you." Sherlock murmured and took a gently grip of John's hand, then he slowly pushed it against his heart. John felt his cheek going a little warmer, he quickly moved his gaze down to the floor, he didn't dare to look at Sherlock right now since he was blushing.
"Look at me John..." he could hear Sherlock say with the softest voice he had ever heard him use. John shifted a bit before turning his gaze up to Sherlock's, there werewolf's eye was brimming with deep, almost enchanting love.
"I love you John. More than anything. More than life itself." Sherlock whispered, pushing John's hand harder against his beating heart. John blushed greatly, then he felt Sherlock's arm curl around his waist, and suddenly, John's lips was kissed by Sherlock's. John's eyelids fluttered slightly before they closed and Sherlock deepened the kiss, moaning lowly before licking John's lips – demanding entrance. John opened his mouth, letting Sherlock devour him. The army doctor moaned loudly when Sherlock's tongue roamed his mouth, heat stirring around in his stomach and making its way down to his groin. Sherlock gasped when John moaned and dug his fingers into the back of John's hair, straddling over him and the wheel-chair. John put his arms around Sherlock's upper body, pushing him closer to his heated body and giving him more intensely kisses. Sherlock started to rock his hips smoothly against John which caused the army doctor to moan even louder and grit his teeth.
"Mm... Sherlock..." he moaned and bit Sherlock's lips. Sherlock growled pleasingly when his lips started to bleed, John's tongue immediately licked it up and Sherlock moaned in response.
"Ah John, you're so hot..." Sherlock moaned, leaning down and kissing his beloved army doctors collarbones. John whimpered in response, breathing out a loud breath – feeling how much he wanted to have Sherlock once again. Sherlock suddenly moved away from John and rolled him into his room and lay him down on his bed.
"Sherlock... You know... We can't have... Uh... Sex... With my... New legs..." John panted out, fully aroused according to the bulge in his pants. Sherlock lay himself over him and gave him a tender kiss.
"I can top, if you want to make love with me again..." Sherlock murmured while unbuttoning the buttons on John's shirt with his mouth. "Otherwise... we can just snuggle together..." he added and slowly drew off John's shirt.
"Of course I want to make love with you again... but... there.. is just... my.. body..." John said troubled, his words coming out in slurs.
"I know love. I know..." Sherlock whispered against John's chest, giving his collarbones tender kisses. John moaned out, wanting to push himself against Sherlock, but his paralysis stopped him.
"Sherlock... Please... Ma..Make love to me.. again..." John begged, Sherlock grinned to himself, pleased with the answer before laying himself on top of John again, kissing him furiously and giving his neck marks of love.
Sherlock woke up with a jolt by his horrible nightmare he had. He swung his to the right to see if John was still there while his heart hammered in his chest. John's sweet face was snoring on the couch, seeming very pleased since he had a small smile playing on his lips. Sherlock puffed out, creeping down under the blanket again, dug his nose into John's hair and sighed deeply.
"I love you so much..." he thought when he scented John's scent and heard his heartbeat. John snored softly, unaware of whatever Sherlock was doing.
"I will never let Moriarty take you again... and not our pup either..." he thought, thinking about the nightmare he had, his hand automatically going down to embrace his belly. "He will never take our baby John..." Sherlock thought and gave his belly a careful stroke. John started shifting, two seconds later he woke up and looked at Sherlock with a bright smile.
"Hello... love." he said and snuggled Sherlock's nose.
"Hi." Sherlock replied, kissing his nose.
"Did.. you... sleep... well?" John asked and Sherlock nodded.
"I did at the beginning, but... I dreamt a horrible nightmare." he said.
"What kind of... nightmare...?" John asked worriedly.
"I dreamt about Moriarty coming to 221B... He went up the stairs to get us, and when he arrived here, he transformed and attacked you. He tore you to threads..." Sherlock closed his eyes and tried to focus on not to start crying by the horrible images. "Then... He went over to me and pushed me against the wall, trying to strangle me, and then... He... He went down to my belly and dug his claws into it and clawed out our baby... Then he ate him with me watching." Sherlock murmured and wrinkled his forehead in horror. John stared at Sherlock in horror as well.
"That is horrible... But it will... not... happen..." he assured and kissed Sherlock's cheek.
"I hope it won't... I will never let Moriarty take you, not our pup either. Never. He will never lay his hands on us." Sherlock replied, hugging John tightly to his chest.
"I wish... I could... protect myself... and now... when we... are having... a baby... You... must... protect us both... because... I can't … protect myself..." said John with his voice full of self-loathing.
Sherlock hugged him even tighter and shook his head. "No no no... It's alright... I will be able to protect us three... Don't underestimate me..." he murmured in John's hair, caressing it.
"I'm... not... underestimating... you... Sherlock..." John said slightly annoyed.
"What are you doing then?" Sherlock asked.
"I'm just saying... that... I'm unable to protect myself... and... that I feel.. bad by not being able to... Since... if... Moriarty comes here... when I'm alone... and you're away or something... I won't... be able... to protect myself... as I … was.. able... to... earlier... be... before... he tortured... me..." John struggled, his words coming out as stutters and sputters when he got worked up.
"Calm down John. It will get easier for you to talk if you do." Sherlock demanded and John's breath eased up.
"I'm sorry." he sighed and shifted under the blanket. "Damn brain damage..." he sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I wish I could take it away from you." Sherlock murmured and kissed John's nose. "I wish I could transfer it to myself instead." he added while breathing in John's scent.
"No... Don't wish that Sherlock." John replied, putting his hands around Sherlock's head, kissing him. Sherlock kissed back with a smile.
"Okay then... But I wish anyway, since my body would have survived being underwater for a longer time than yours. And I'm so sorry it happened to you. I wish I could've been there sooner." Sherlock murmured sadly, looking at John with an emotional eye.
"Time is nothing you can control, what has happened has happened - how horrible it is..." John said quietly and touched Sherlock's cheek with his index finger.
"I wish you could rewind time, then I would had come there sooner..." Sherlock murmured, hugging John even tighter to his chest and sighing deeply.
"I know... I know..." John replied silently. "But the main thing is that you and I are still alive..." he added with a nod.
"By the way... you said "him" about our baby... Do you already know what the gender is going to be?" John asked and he felt Sherlock shaking his head against his head.
"No I don't, but it was a "he" in my dream." Sherlock replied.
"How did he look like?"
"I don't know, he was still a fetus... He was pink... and bloody. Very bloody."
"He won't be that bloody when he comes out, right?" John said anxiously.
"Don't know. I hope he won't." Sherlock replied, still thinking about the horrible nightmare.
"Let's just say he won't be." John replied softly and kissed Sherlock's cheek.
"Good." Sherlock smiled.
"Yes."
"Would you mind if we start talking about some name suggestions? Start with boy names maybe?" John asked now thrilled – Sherlock noticed.
"Mind? No. Why would I mind that? You start with the names." Sherlock said and took a grip of John's hand.
"Okay... Uhm... Hamish?" John suggested, making Sherlock let out a laughter.
"Hamish? Where does that come from?" he asked.
"John Hamish Watson." said John, somewhat hurt.
"Oh it is from yooou. That makes it cuter." Sherlock admitted and patted John's head. John snorted and pouted. "Maybe for a middle name but not his first name please." Sherlock added and John replied with a snort.
"William?" John said.
"Hmm... A bit prince-y and king-y... But I guess it could work." Sherlock pondered.
"Ian?"
"Hmm... Maybe."
"Gregory?"
"No. That reminds me of Lestrade." Sherlock said quietly, feeling his stomach twist a little by the thought of the dead man.
"Sorry. Er... Timothy?" John suggested.
"No, reminds me of someone... What is he called? Benedict...? No. Not Timothy." Sherlock replied. John sighed frustrated.
"You say no to all of my suggestions, now you have to come up with something." John growled with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Charlie." Sherlock said immediately as if the name meant something to him.
"Naah... I don't know." John said, shaking his head in disagreement.
"Joaquin?"
"Naah..."
"Timmy?"
"No, you said no to Timothy."
Sherlock rolled his eye.
"Ian?"
"Maybe.
"Alexander?"
"Maybe."
"Percy?"
"No."
"Marcus?"
"Perhaps."
"Elliott?"
"Like in that musical? If yes, no."
Sherlock sighed and dug his nose into John's hair, drawing his smell deep down in his lungs.
"Now love, let's stop with the name suggestions... We will now his or her name when we see her or him for the first time, okay?" Sherlock said softly, smiling at John.
"Yeah that sounds good." John replied, smiling back.
"Good good." Sherlock said softly, ruffled John's hair before sitting up in the bed. "Let's eat something?" he said and John nodded.
"Oh god yes." John smiled and Sherlock helped him to his wheel-chair. Sherlock positioned John at the table while he was making pancakes.
"Would you like to have some whipped cream?" Sherlock asked his lover and John nodded.
"Yes please! With some strawberry jam too." John replied with a smiled.
"Roger!" Sherlock said and whipped cream and took out a jar of jam from the fridge. He always felt so relaxed in John's company, John made him act like himself.
"Here you go." Sherlock smiled when he served John a plate of steaming pancakes, completely covered with cream and jam.
"Thank you, housekeeper." John smirked at Sherlock and Sherlock chuckled.
"Not your housekeeper." he smirked, mimicking Mrs. Hudson and John laughed heartily.
"Not your housekeeper right." John said and raised his eyebrows as he grinned. Sherlock laughed and devoured the pancakes.
He would call Mycroft later.