A Gift and A Curse
Chapter 13
Week 7 (1 month and 3 weeks):
Sunlight gently streamed through the curtain and straight into her eyes. Jane winced and rolled over, fully intending to bury her face into Sherlock's chest but was greeted by air and her face plummeted straight into the bed sheets.
Jane frowned into the sheets; normally Sherlock would lie in bed next to her until she woke up. She contemplated getting up to look for him but she decided that she genuinely couldn't be arsed getting up.
Then the toilet flushed.
The door opened and Sherlock silently stepped back into the room. He stopped when he saw Jane sprawled out diagonally face down on the bed. He chuckled quietly to himself and gently slotted himself next to her.
Jane shifted when she felt the dip in the mattress to accommodate room for Sherlock. As soon as he lay down, Jane threw her arm over his hip and rested her head on his chest, contently listening to the comforting sound of his heartbeat. Sherlock allowed his cheek to rest of the top of her golden blonde hair.
"Oh, yeah. We're invited to Henry Knight's wedding, by the way." Jane murmured into Sherlock's chest.
"How exciting…" Said Sherlock, with a yawn. "When did he invite us?"
"Last night. He sent me an email but I forgot to tell you. Sorry."
"Oh, right…who's he marrying?"
"Louise Mortimer. Who else? Mind you, it is a bit dodgy marrying a patient especially one with Henry's needs but I suppose love is love."
Sherlock snorted. "Please, she is a blatant lesbian. You only had to look at the way you two chatted in that pub."
"Nope. Wrong. Bisexual apparently. Still, I bet Henry's not complaining."
"Hm. I bet he's not. He did have all the telltale signs that he had a penchant for a ménage-a-trois."
"Really? For a start how could you possibly –no. No, I'm not getting into that."
"When is the wedding?" Sherlock ran his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp.
Jane leant into his touch and almost purred in happiness. "Uh…March…fourteenth I think."
"Oh what a shame…I have a case that day."
Jane hummed in agreement. "But I can't say that now can I? I'll just say something like our presence there could trigger some unwanted memories, so it would be best if we didn't go."
"You're only worried that she'll try and finger you in the reception."
"Shut up." Jane said as she slapped him on the stomach. Sherlock doubled over but he grinned like a mischievous child as he did so.
As Jane stretched languidly, Sherlock went to put his arm around her but pulled back abruptly when he brushed Jane's stomach. Apprehension crossed his face and he leapt out of the bed.
"Uh…I'll make breakfast."
Jane sat up and stared in confusion at the man that had practically run out of the door.
Surely he wasn't afraid of her stomach?
Jane slipped her hand underneath her t-shirt and rubbed her stomach gently. "I don't know what daddy's playing at sweetie…" She sighed.
She clambered out of bed wrapped Sherlock's second best dressing gown around her before heading downstairs. She opened the side door that led directly into the kitchen and leant against the doorway.
Sherlock rushed about, clambering to put away his chemistry equipment and washed down the table top surfaces. Jane stood there was an amused expression as Sherlock pulled two frying pans from one of the cupboards.
"Is bacon and eggs alright for you?" Sherlock asked, glancing in her direction over his shoulder.
"That sounds lovely."
Sherlock hurried to put the frying pans on the stove and put oil in one of them. He pulled eggs and bacon from the fridge and it was then Jane decided to make her move. She grabbed Sherlock's arm and ducked underneath it, manoeuvring herself so that she was in front of him. Sherlock remained still, so Jane took that as her cue to continue. She took his other hand off the frying pan and placed them both on her stomach.
She looked up at him and brushed her hand against his cheek. "There's nothing to be afraid of you know. It's natural for you to feel apprehensive about touching me but trust me, I won't break."
Sherlock didn't respond verbally, instead he kissed the side of her head gently. Jane picked up the bacon and placed a couple of slices into the frying pan. Slowly and if not a little cautiously, she could feel Sherlock move his hands in a circular motion. She smiled to herself.
"Well, since I'm here, I'll make the bacon and egg. You make tea." Jane nudged him gently towards the kettle.
Reluctantly Sherlock removed his hands from Jane's stomach and moved towards the kettle. He pulled out two mugs, one was Jane's military mug and the other one was one of Mrs. Hudson's old china teacups that had 'mysteriously' gone missing whilst he was conducting a past experiment. He tipped a tea spoon of coffee granules into the china cup and placed a tea bag in Jane's military mug.
He put two sugars in his just as the kettle boiled. He poured the boiling water in his coffee granules first, taking time to stir it until it was at just the right consistency. Then, just as he was about to pour the hot water into Jane's mug the frying pan crashed to the floor. Then Sherlock looked at Jane. The seconds they stared at each other seemed like minutes until Jane covered her hand with her mouth and sprinted out of the door.
Sherlock was just about to follow when a hand closed around his arm and Mrs. Hudson appeared out of nowhere. She shook her head. "Morning sickness, dear. It's not pleasant."
Author's Note: In the last chapter I worked out that Jane was about 6 weeks pregnant or so and in the rest of the chapters I'll note down the weeks of her pregnancy. The next chapters will be following the progress of her pregnancy. Ta xxx