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~ erithwolf
The warm sunlight streamed in through the tent's wall's and stroke Sherlock's face gently, making the man to open his eyes and wake up. He turned his head to the side and saw a gentle sleeping John beside him, and their baby lay between them. The poor thing had woken up two or three times during the night and wept more for each time, so Sherlock and John decided that she was allowed to sleep with them instead of her own bed. Sherlock gave her cheek a gently stroke before leaning over her to kiss John's forehead.
"Wake up my dear ones..." he murmured softly to his beloved. John opened his eyes and yawned loudly, then he looked at Sherlock with a smile.
"Hello." he said softly and giving Sherlock's nose a nudge.
"Hello." Sherlock smiled.
John's gaze went down to their baby and he also gave her a stroke.
"I still can't believe that I've become a father..." John murmured while stroking her head.
"Me neither. Almost." Sherlock grinned, putting his hand over John's.
"Today is a big day..." Sherlock added and kissed John's cheek before sitting up in the bed. John carefully put his arms around their baby and hugged her tightly to his chest, causing the baby to slowly open her eyes. Her face lit up with a small smile at the sight of her dad and she grabbed John's index finger.
"Aren't you the cutest girl?" John murmured softly and kissed her small cheek. Sherlock's heart was about to explode at the sight of them. He loved them so much. John turned his head to Sherlock.
"It is. Are you nervous about the ritual?" he asked and Sherlock shrugged.
"No, not directly." he replied and got up from the bed, John did the same.
"I'm nervous, given that I might get back my legs today..." John whispered.
"As I said yesterday, don't get your hopes up. I don't want to see you empty and heartbroken again..." Sherlock said before taking the baby away from him, putting her back in her bed for a while, he needed to help John get up from the bed. He lifted him up and put him in his wheelchair, then he handed him the baby again.
"Thank you." he smirked when he got her back, slowly rocking her.
"No problem." Sherlock smirked, went to the door and growled at something before going back to John and the baby.
"What did you do?" John asked quite worried since the man had growled.
"I called one of the servants. I'm the chosen one and I've fulfilled my role, therefore I'm authorized to have servants." Sherlock replied.
"Alright... Cool. What are they going to do?" John asked.
"They are going to make breakfast for the three of us, and then I thought maybe you wanted to have their help if you want to take a shower, that is." Sherlock enquired.
"I would rather take help of you, if that is okay?" John asked a bit unsure Sherlock noticed from the small wrinkle that formed on his forehead.
"Of course it is okay love, although we need someone to take care of the baby first." Sherlock said softly and John nodded.
"How are we going to feed her? I mean... You don't have uh... the ability to breast-feed right?" John asked seemingly embarrassed. Sherlock laughed.
"No, I don't. We have to feed her with infant formula which the servants are preparing right now." Sherlock replied, enjoying the fact that John thought he had the ability to breast-feed.
"What's so funny?" John asked, wheeling close to Sherlock and leaning his forehead to Sherlock's stomach while holding the baby.
"You thought I had the ability to breast-feed. I thought it was funny." Sherlock replied, chuckling again and ruffling John's hair.
"Very funny." John replied with a snort and shook his head.
"Very funny indeed." Sherlock replied softly, kissing John's head. The servants came in and looked at them. The first one was a quite tall girl with black, long hair and a cute, heart shaped face, the second one was a shorter boy with sandy blonde hair and the third one was an older man with chocolate brown hair and green, inviting eyes. They silently went to the tent's "kitchen" and put the baby food on the table along with clean clothes, shampoo, shower gel, a shaver and three towels. The man with the green eyes went away for a minute, then he returned with a tray with their breakfast.
Sherlock gave them a thankful growl, if a growl even could be thankful, they curtsied and bowed before going out from the tent.
"Let's eat breakfast first, shall we?" Sherlock said and John nodded. Sherlock placed him at the table and took the baby in his arms and sat down on a chair close to John. They ate breakfast and fed the baby, then Sherlock took a shower before helping John take a shower as well and lastly, they washed their baby together in the sink. She was happy in the water; splashing around in it with her tiny feet and she babbled happily when John washed her head.
"We really should give her a name, imagine if she believes her name is "Baby" in the future." John said when they had finished washing her.
"That's right... Although we don't know what to name her, right?" Sherlock replied and kissed John's neck, putting his arms around him and sighing contently.
"We don't... Let's see. What is she to you? Is she an Astrid, Rosalie or Lilly?" Sherlock asked while looking at John and then at his child.
"I think she is all of them... Although more an Astrid than Rosalie or Lilly." John said, stroking Sherlock's cheek.
"Yes... Let's name her Astrid Rosalie Lilly then." Sherlock said, smiling brightly.
"Yes. Let's name her Astrid." John repeated and they agreed.
"Hello Astrid." they said to their baby in unison and Astrid replied with a laughter.
"I wish she could talk...I would love to hear what her voice sounds like..." John sighed, leaning his head against Sherlock's stomach, looking down at his baby.
"You will, in time. She is just 6 months after all... In human months that would be around... 2 or 3 months old." Sherlock said.
"Oh I see... Cool. Then she is not an infant, she is older... That's explains why she is able to laugh." John said and Sherlock nodded.
"That's right."
They took turns holding Astrid, and just when they held her together, one of the servants came into their tent. It was the man with the green eyes, he bared his teeth and growled to Sherlock, then he went out. John's body stiffened slightly by the man's actions and looked at Sherlock with a troubled gaze.
"Don't worry love, he just told me that we need to get ready to go out and join the ritual." Sherlock replied softly.
"Oh I see. Are we going to ask the healers when the ritual is done?"
"Exactly, so you'll have to wait for about three hours or so." Sherlock replied and John nodded.
"Let's go." Sherlock said and gave Astrid to John, then the three went out in the dazzling sunlight.
The sight that met John was amazing. In the middle of the camp there now was a big bonfire where Molly, Anderson and the rest of Sherlock's pack were dancing and singing around. Suddenly, Anderson stopped with his dancing and came walking to them with his arms outstretched. He was wearing a long night-blue robe adorned with a large full moon over the chest and right under it, there was a wolf howling at the moonlight.
"Hello my dear friends..." he said slowly and embraced them. John gave Sherlock an uncertain look, Sherlock shook his head and mimicked:
"Just play along, this is all for the ritual."
John nodded, returned the embrace and Anderson released them.
"Give her to me." he said, Sherlock held out Astrid to him and he took her gently to his arms.
John threw a worried glance at Sherlock before Anderson said that they would follow him, which they did. They walked round the fire and stopped. Anderson turned around to them and smiled gently. The pack stopped with their dancing and singing.
Anderson opened his mouth and started singing a very enchanting song in a foreign language while he was stroking Astrid's cheeks with soot from the fire. Sherlock explained that this was the song of blessing that the werewolves have always been singing to their newborns. When he was finished with the smearing of the soot, he stopped with his singing and instead he let out a loud howl which the rest of the pack joined in. Then, he handed Astrid to John and suddenly, there was a dark chocolate coloured wolf standing before John, its eyes brimming with love and kindness. The rest of the pack transformed too and soon enough, Sherlock had transformed as well. The only ones that hadn't transformed were Mrs. Hudson (who was crying joyfully), John and Astrid. Suddenly, the wolves formed into a queue in front of John and Astrid. The first one that came to them was Anderson. He raised himself up on two legs, put his paws around Astrid's head, closed his eyes and hummed softly before nudging her forehead with his forehead, then he went down on all fours again and went away to make room for the other wolves. The other wolves did the exact thing as Anderson had done, last out was Sherlock. He did the same thing although his paws started glowing when he touched Astrid with them, which made John frightened.
"Don't fret love. It's only a sign that I am the father of this wonder." Sherlock said softly in John's head and the man relaxed.
When the blessing was done, the wolves transformed back to their human forms and they started dancing and singing around the bonfire again. Sherlock eventually joined in too while John was standing still, jealously watching them while he played a little with Astrid.
Sherlock suddenly came by and grabbed John's hand.
"Come darling, let's dance." he said but John shook his head.
"No, I can't Sherlock. I'm paralyzed." John said slowly, watching Astrid sleeping.
"I can drive you around in the wheelchair, Molly or Mrs. Hudson can watch over Astrid while we are dancing. Please." Sherlock whispered excitedly in John's ear, making the shorter man shiver by anticipation.
"B-but I can't dance. It is not the same thing." said John grudgingly.
"I will make you dance with me..." Sherlock breathed in his ear, carefully handed over Astrid to a waiting, beaming Molly and then he took a firm grip of John's hands and lifted him up bride-style, then he went to the bonfire and started dancing around, laughing with John in his arms while the sun warmed their skin.
"I am 'hella- tired..." John grumbled as Sherlock lay him on top of the bed.
"Me too..." Sherlock yawned and lay down beside his lover.
"This was a wonderful day..." John beamed, curling his hands around Sherlock's.
"It sure was... And Astrid seemed to like it."
"She did and it made me so glad." John smiled happily. "The blessing was a wonderful experience." he added, Sherlock smiled greatly at him.
"I am so flattered you think so." Sherlock said with a bright smile and kissed John's nose.
"I love you so much." he added which made John's face flush a little.
"I love you too..." John replied, his voice a bit thick, probably by nervousness.
"Oh no! We forgot to ask the healers about your legs!" Sherlock suddenly exclaimed, scaring John a little.
"It is okay Sherlock. There is a day tomorrow too." he said calmly, nuzzling Sherlock's nose.
"Yes yes, that of course." Sherlock smiled, stroking John's cheek before kissing him tenderly.
"Please Sherlock, hurry! I want to go to the healers now!" John said impatiently while waiting for Sherlock to go up from the bed, but the man was teasing him with pretending to sleep. John ruffled him ferociously.
"Come ooon!" John snorted like a little child and Sherlock pushed a pillow to the man's face.
"Nuuuh-uuuh. I want to sleep." he sneered. John growled and took a grip of the pillow and hit Sherlock's head with it.
"Come on, NOW!" John sighed tiredly with his arms crossed.
"Okay okay." Sherlock smirked, kissed John's forehead before growling out to the servants. They came running and Sherlock told them to take care of Astrid while he and John was away. Sherlock helped John out from the bed, helped him dressing himself, Sherlock dressed himself as well and when he was finished, they went out.
Sherlock patted on the healers tent door, growling and whining something. They waited for some minutes before Anderson came out from the tent.
"Yes?" Anderson said with a big smile.
"Let's go into the tent first." Sherlock said before Anderson could even react and Anderson took them inside. They sat down at a small table, the room smelled of different incenses, which John thought reeked shit.
"What do you want, friends?" Anderson asked when he had made some tea. John found it weird to be called "friend" by this douche bag, although he had been acting much nicer now than ever. He was kind of shocked that Anderson was a healer, he hadn't expected that.
"We would like to ask you if you are able to heal John's paralysis." Sherlock said smoothly and giving the other man a bright smile. Anderson pondered for some minutes before answering.
"I do not know if I will be able to do it, since the damage is in his brain. It may be too risky. I need to search about it in some of my books before I can give you an answer. Is that okay?" Anderson asked and John nodded.
"It is."
"Good, then give me today to search some facts. I will call on you later." he said, smiling.
"Of course." John said, thankful of getting out of the incense stinking place.
"Let's go to the river and bath." Sherlock said in John's ear when they had gotten out from the tent.
"Bath? Sherlock, seriously. I can't swim." John sighed.
"Darling, you couldn't dance either but I made you. I am sure I can make you swim too." Sherlock said softly.
"Okay then. Whatever you wish." John said and they went to the nearby river to bath.
An hour later, they could hear a loud howl, they got up from the river and followed the howl. It quieted down when they came to Anderson's tent. Anderson came out and waved them in. They sat down at the table again and Anderson opened a big, thick book.
"Here. Look here." Anderson said and pointed at an image with a man that had a wolf-head, standing over an other man, doing something with his hands.
"He is healing a paralyzed man. I've read through this page a couple of times now and it seems like it is possible for me to heal John, although I need your help Sherlock." Anderson said excitedly, looking at Sherlock.
"Sure, what do you need help with?" Sherlock asked while John was about to go through the roof by happiness.
"I need you to anesthetize John with this..." Anderson babbled, bending down and rummaged through a bag made of buckskin.
"This one." he said and showed Sherlock a chalice with some sort of thick, green liquid inside of it.
"What's that?" John asked, his nose wrinkled in disgust.
"It's sedatives, werewolf sedatives." Anderson replied. "They are kind of weird since you need to kiss the one that's going to be C, that's why I need Sherlock to help me."
"But uh... Wouldn't Sherlock be anesthetized too since he's going to kiss me with it?" John asked with a frown.
"Oh no, I will make him immune." Anderson said.
"Alright. When do we start?" John then asked.
"Tomorrow, I need to prepare the "operation" table." Anderson said and John sighed disappointedly.
"Ah don't you worry. Just 24 hours and we will get started." Anderson grinned, patting John's shoulder.
"Okay then, see you tomorrow then." Sherlock said, raising himself up and going out of the tent with John.
"Let's pick up Astrid and eat something and then sleep?" Sherlock suggested and John nodded.
"Sure. Let's do that."
John couldn't wait until tomorrow.