Author's Note:
Hello! I just wanted to say thank you for all of the support! It means a lot to me. :)
So...I'm going to take a little bit of a gamble...I'm going to let you, my adoring fans, decide whether the baby is a boy or a girl. Who will it be? Jonathan or Verity? It's up to you. I've set up a poll on my profile so you can vote there.
I'll be honest with you, my preference is for Jane and Sherlock to have a little boy but to say thank you, I'll let you decide. Team Jonathan! :)
A Gift and A Curse
Chapter 17
Cravings
Week 16 (4 months)
Jane huffed and swirled around in the swivel chair, again. She couldn't bear to look at the bloody computer screen. It was as if the thing was taunting her, mocking her because she couldn't write. Well, she wasn't in the mood for writing and that was that.
She rested her hand on her stomach, her growing stomach. Jane had never really considered herself hugely fashion conscious but the fact that all of a sudden the majority of her clothes really didn't fit her anymore was starting to get a bit…well…frustrating. She knew it was silly and quite vain but it still made her feel uncomfortable…
Still, there was no reason to be worried for the baby, the first scan had proven it was healthy and when she went for the Nuchal Fold scan the results had shown that the baby didn't have any chromosomal abnormalities such as Down syndrome.
Which, in all honesty had been a huge relief to Jane and she suspected it was the same with Sherlock. Not that they wouldn't love it or treat it any differently but it was just one less thing to worry about.
The baby hadn't been truly unkind to her, she only suffered mild morning sickness but she had get the usual side affects like cramp, particularly in her legs and headaches. And not the mention the Varicose Veins…she'd all but given up on wearing skirts and dresses without dark tights.
Oh and last but not least, the backache…Jesus, it felt as if someone was digging a pneumatic drill into the base of her spine. Still, not much to complain about. With a grim expression she twirled around again, not noticing the fact that Sherlock was leaning against the door frame, watching her in amusement.
"Oh the simple pleasures are always the ones most treasured." He drawled and Jane swung the chair around listlessly to stare at him.
"Where are you off?" She frowned as she noticed he was wearing his coat.
"Just going to the shops. Is there anything you want?"
"Yes. Alcohol, eggs, cigarettes and everything else I can't have." She whined and Sherlock smirked.
"All the things you can't have…how surprising. Will chocolate do, instead?" He asked, relying on what Lestrade had told him about the relationship between women and chocolate to be true and he was not disappointed.
"Oh God yes!" She all but screamed.
Then, he surprised Jane by crossing the room and dropping a kiss onto her forehead. "I'll see you soon."
"Soon? How soon is soon? I want chocolate now!" She whined loudly and as Sherlock descended down the seventeen steps he shouted up, "Then go to Speedy's!"
Jane growled at him and the whole world as she resumed her spinning session. She didn't want to go to Speedy's. That meant getting up and getting up in involved effort and effort involved being arsed and being arsed involved…well, it involved being arsed, which she wasn't.
"Fuck sake." She swore softly. "Why does everything in life involve so much effort?"
She pushed herself up from the chair and grabbed her purse from the mantelpiece, checking that she had enough. She headed downstairs, not particularly bothered by the fact that she was still in her pyjamas.
The only thing she did do was pull on her jacket and zip it up as she stepped outside. The smell of fried onions assaulted her nose as she did and her stomach growled.
Oh God she wanted fried onions.
With chocolate.
She wanted friend onions with chocolate spread.
Urgh. The concept seemed sickening but she wanted it. She really, really, really fancied it.
She allowed her nose to lead her into Speedy's, feeling particularly rebellious. And, in that rebellion came ignorance because not for one second did Jane notice that a man stood across the street from 221B taking photographs with his phone, which would be used for nefarious purposes.
As Jane stepped into Speedy's, the photographer smirked underneath his baseball cap as he viewed the pictures on his phone. Doctor Watson was surprisingly photogenic even when her stomach was the size of a balloon.
When he sent the photographs he got the feeling that the Boss was going to be more than slightly pleased with this surprising little development. In fact, he was proved quite correct when he received a message back;
Oh dear, it seems that our good Doctor Watson has got herself into a rather unfortunate predicament…
How interesting…
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