Last chapter! At the end of this, I need you guys to vote on which plot to use for the sequel. I've already started on it, but I haven't gotten to the main plot yet, so there is still time to figure it out. I will want at least 5 reviews/votes before I put up the sequel.

CHAPTER 25 - Here He Comes!

Tabitha had gotten home from Molly's place an hour before Sherlock. In the time before her future husband returned, she had sat up the Doctor's gift above the baby's crib. She stood back, placing her hands on her bulging stomach, and grinned tiredly at her work. It was a mobile made up of the Gallifreyan language, the Doctor explained. The circular artwork were words, apparently. They were intricate, and each of the words had their pieces cut apart so it swirled and made a light tinkling sound when they touched.

Air, Earth, Fire, Water, and Time were placed in a circle, while Love was a bit smaller in the middle. It was beautiful, and Tabitha was honored that the Doctor shared a bit of his world with her. She felt the baby kick, and she let out a sound of surprise.

"You like those sounds? Me too, very relaxing!" she murmured, rubbing her back as she rubbed her neck with her other hand. She walked to the living room, knowing she was waddling but only caring about putting her feet up. She huffed as she sat on the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table in front of her. She was just smoothing out her dress when John and Sherlock walked in. She smiled at them.

"What kind of body was it this time?"

"Are we allowed to speak about cases and such when the baby is around?"

Tabitha sent John a confused look, but he just raised an eyebrow, sent a quick grin her way, and went down the hall to use the bathroom. Tabitha turned her attention back to Sherlock, who had taken off his coat and was staring out the window at London in the summer.

"Don't you get hot wearing that coat around?"

"Sometimes. I need to know the answer."

"Sherlock, what's wrong?" Tabitha had a feeling it wasn't just about what he was allowed to speak about around the child. Sherlock's stared for a moment longer, then turned. He moved to the couch to sit beside her, sitting so he was facing her. He looked down at her pregnant belly and placed a hand on it, lightly petting it as he gazed. "Sherlock, you have to tell me. We agreed to talk about these things, remember? You promised."

Right after the deal with Moran, Tabitha had convinced Sherlock to speak about any emotional thoughts, among other things, that dealt with their relationship or their child. He had tried to convince her that there was no need, he could deal with them, but she had put her foot down. They had compromised by agreeing to speak about it only in private. There was no need for anyone else to know that Sherlock wasn't as perfect as he let on.

"John is here," he replied, rubbing his thumb over the light cloth of the dress over her stomach. Tabitha sighed, defeated for the time being, and placed her hand over his. John wondered in at that time, and Sherlock's head snapped up to him. "Goodbye, John."

"Sherlock, really? You don't have to go."

"Ah, I get it. He doesn't want to show an ounce of weakness, so he needs me to leave."

"I've taught you a few observation skills. Good. Now go."

"Have a good afternoon," John replied with a laugh as he left.

"That was rude, Sherlock," Tabitha scolded with a glare. Sherlock sniffed at her comment and stared intently at their hands joined over her stomach. "He's gone."

"I've been researching and reading the best way to raise a child."

"I know," Tabitha said slowly, wondering where this was going. "But you do realize you can't predict everything. What's good for the goose may not be good for the gander."

"What?" Sherlock asked, his eyes moving to hers.

"Nevermind. Go on!"

"I think I have a good understanding of the physical tasks that may or may not happen."

"Good to know I won't be doing it on my own."

"Are you… worried?"

"About what? The baby is healthy. So far so good!"

"No, of course not, we've taken great steps to keep you and the child healthy. I meant…"

"Meant what?" Tabitha asked, although she was catching on. It wasn't the physical side he was worried about. Financially, with Mycroft's help and Sherlock's income with consulting, they wouldn't struggle too much. He was speaking about the emotional side of things.

"Are you worried I may hurt our child?"

"Never," Tabitha said reassuring, squeezing his hand under hers. "We aren't talking about physical harm, are we?"

"No," Sherlock answered, glancing at her then back to their hands. Tabitha dipped her head to catch his eyes. He pulled back.

"Mycroft and I… we are a lot alike. All the Holmes's are, really. Intelligent and sarcastic, among other things." Sherlock stopped to think about what he was going to say next. How could he explain to Tabitha that he felt like he'd be a horrible parent? The best way was to just speak the words, he supposed. "I am not a very good role model."

"Not at all, but no one's perfect." Sherlock was honestly surprised by her answer to his confession. It must have showed on his face, because Tabitha gave a hearty laugh and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. He held her close, closing his eyes to appreciate her shampoo scent. She pulled back just enough to look at his face. "No, you aren't the best role matter when it comes to emotional things, but that's why I'm here. You are a great role model in other senses, though."

"How so?" he asked, curious.

"Intelligence. You are going to teach him the importance of intelligence and how to use it. Ambitious. You are going to show him that it's always a good thing to do more. Violin! I definitely can't teach him that."

Sherlock smiled at her, feeling the panic that was inside slowly fading away. He kissed her softly on the lips.

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Tabitha groaned and tried to control her breathing as John steered the car quickly towards the hospital. She gripped the seat as another contraction hit her hard. She grunted with the effort not to let out screams and curses. She clasped the bag of personal items next to her in a death grip.

"John!"

"We're almost there!"

"Sherlock!"

"I texted him!"

"If he isn't there when I get there, I'm going to kill him!"

"I know!"

The contractions were 10 minutes apart, and getting closer. In her mind, it was taking so much longer then in reality to get to the hospital. Tabitha huffed in relief as the contraction subsided. Her water had broken half an hour before. John mumbled to her as he parked the car and helped her out. He grabbed the bag that had been ready for the last week or so and guided her into the emergency area.

"A woman is in labor!" John yelled. He chuckled at the face of Mary and a fellow nurse he had worked with plenty of times before roll in quickly with a wheelchair. John gave the nurse the facts as Tabitha held Mary's hand. She groaned as she felt another contraction began to start.

"Wow, five minutes now! That little boy is coming fast!"

"I thought the first time was supposed to take forever!" Tabitha cried, then grit her teeth. She shut her eyes tightly.

"Not always, sweetheart," Mary said soothingly.

"Where is Sherlock?" Tabitha screeched as they rushed her to a hospital room to prep her for the delivery.

"He's on his way!" John replied, having to yell over another groan.

"If he shows one ounce of indifference today, I will sock him. Hard."

"I can't wait to see that!" Mary laughed.

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Sherlock couldn't sit still as he rode with Lestrade in the police car, the sirens blaring. Lestrade looked more panicked than he did, though Sherlock kept having to wring his hands and run his hands through his hair.

"Sherlock, you haven't said anything. Aren't you excited?"

"It's a natural occurance."

"If you don't show a little emotion, Tabitha is going to knock you out!"

At that thought, Sherlock felt his chest tighten with panic. All the sentiment that he had been forcing back fell on him like a splash of water. His pulse raced, his breathing increased, and he felt nauseated. His mouth became dry, and he swallowed loudly. He looked at his phone, hand trembling, memorizing the date he knew would be in his mind for the rest of his life.

Friday, June 12, 2015 – 1:45pm

CHOICES:

Plot 1- Tabitha and Sherlock get to visit T.J.'s grave, with their baby (a few months after he is born), but on the way back, the TARDIS malfunctions and is thrown into another dimension, where Sam and Dean Winchester are fighting a baby-eating demon. The Doctor is trapped somewhere else, so it's up to Sam and Dean to send them back and protect their child. Sexy times between Tabitha and Sherlock. I don't know if I'll add anyone else to the mix.

Plot2 - Tabitha and Sherlock visit T.J.s grave, (with their child, of course) but the TARDIS malfunctions, causing them to be stuck in Tabitha's universe for a while. Sherlock gets mistaken for the actor who plays him on the television show, who in turn wants to return to the Sherlock world for a visit. Tabitha and Sherlock and Benedict may have some sexy times cause OMG THINK ABOUT IT.

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I can do plot 1 as the sequel and plot 2 as the third in the series... xD SO SEND ME YOUR THOUGHTS