“What about the things I am feeling?” Sherlock asked, the look of analyzing on his face, his pale eyes piercing. “I shouldn’t feel this strongly about wanting to touch you all the time. You wouldn’t like it.”
“You’re wrong,” John denied. “I would love to have you touching me all the time. In fact, I want you to turn that laser focus on me and the baby, would love feeling it for the rest of my life. Don’t be afraid.”
Before Sherlock could deny anything John leaned up and kissed him fully on the mouth. Instead of diving right in, he just moved his lips over Sherlock’s in a comforting manner and let his hands come up to cup his Alpha’s face. He tried to put into the kiss how much he missed Sherlock, how much he wished Sherlock would do what John wanted, and focus on him and baby. ‘Please Sherlock, understand.’
John nearly fainted when he finally felt Sherlock wrap one arm around his waist and the other start to pet his stomach gently. Sherlock pulled him closer but mindful of his stomach. The baby started kicking even more in excitement, almost following wherever Sherlock’s hand trailed. That warm feeling in John’s chest spread to the rest of his body, and in that moment he never felt so loved, even when he pulled back to look Sherlock in the eyes.
Sherlock wasn’t having it though and buried his head into where the neck and shoulder met. John didn’t understand at first until he felt a few wet spots on his exposed skin. He decided to ignore them in favor of wrapping his arms around Sherlock’s waist and just standing there, letting their bond reaffirm itself.
“I’m sorry,” Sherlock finally spoke after a few minutes. “I’m an idiot.”
“Hmmmm you are,” John agreed as they both pulled back to look at each other. “But you’re my idiot, and I love you.”
Sherlock’s eyes were a little red but he wore a small smile on his face as the two of them shared a little laugh. “I love you too,” Sherlock said before leaning down and pecking a kiss of John’s lips. John hummed in satisfaction just as the baby kicked again, reminding them that it was still there.
“Yes little one, we feel you,” John said, looking down at his stomach. “No need to kick so hard.”
“She’s a strong one, she’s not hurting you is she?” Sherlock asked, his one hand still on John’s stomach.
John looked up at Sherlock a little surprised. “She?”
“Obviously, John,” Sherlock huffed.
“Well why don’t you tell me all about it while I get something to eat. The baby is craving vanilla ice cream and strawberry jam.”
“Hmmm any other cravings? Cause that one doesn’t sound very strange....” John could practically see the gears in Sherlock’s head turn as he thought of a new experiment- one John was happy to help in.
“No, you impossible man,” John laughed taking Sherlock’s hand off his stomach before pulling him along to go upstairs. “But you never know, it may change. I still have three months left.”
Sherlock hummed in acknowledgement, too lost in his own world but John knew he would hear about it later.
Later that night, sitting on Sherlock’s lap on the couch, eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream and jam, listening to Sherlock rattle off how he deduced their child’s gender and talking about upcoming experiments, John felt very content in life. He knew nothing in life was easy but right now, with his Mate behind him, rubbing his growing belly, and their baby kicking, John was could truly say he was happy and loved.
And Christ knew, through hell and highwater, that he would do anything to keep it that way.
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DONE!!!! :D I am so proud of myself. I hope you all enjoyed it as well.
When it Counts 3d/3
“You’re wrong,” John denied. “I would love to have you touching me all the time. In fact, I want you to turn that laser focus on me and the baby, would love feeling it for the rest of my life. Don’t be afraid.”
Before Sherlock could deny anything John leaned up and kissed him fully on the mouth. Instead of diving right in, he just moved his lips over Sherlock’s in a comforting manner and let his hands come up to cup his Alpha’s face. He tried to put into the kiss how much he missed Sherlock, how much he wished Sherlock would do what John wanted, and focus on him and baby. ‘Please Sherlock, understand.’
John nearly fainted when he finally felt Sherlock wrap one arm around his waist and the other start to pet his stomach gently. Sherlock pulled him closer but mindful of his stomach. The baby started kicking even more in excitement, almost following wherever Sherlock’s hand trailed. That warm feeling in John’s chest spread to the rest of his body, and in that moment he never felt so loved, even when he pulled back to look Sherlock in the eyes.
Sherlock wasn’t having it though and buried his head into where the neck and shoulder met. John didn’t understand at first until he felt a few wet spots on his exposed skin. He decided to ignore them in favor of wrapping his arms around Sherlock’s waist and just standing there, letting their bond reaffirm itself.
“I’m sorry,” Sherlock finally spoke after a few minutes. “I’m an idiot.”
“Hmmmm you are,” John agreed as they both pulled back to look at each other. “But you’re my idiot, and I love you.”
Sherlock’s eyes were a little red but he wore a small smile on his face as the two of them shared a little laugh. “I love you too,” Sherlock said before leaning down and pecking a kiss of John’s lips. John hummed in satisfaction just as the baby kicked again, reminding them that it was still there.
“Yes little one, we feel you,” John said, looking down at his stomach. “No need to kick so hard.”
“She’s a strong one, she’s not hurting you is she?” Sherlock asked, his one hand still on John’s stomach.
John looked up at Sherlock a little surprised. “She?”
“Obviously, John,” Sherlock huffed.
“Well why don’t you tell me all about it while I get something to eat. The baby is craving vanilla ice cream and strawberry jam.”
“Hmmm any other cravings? Cause that one doesn’t sound very strange....” John could practically see the gears in Sherlock’s head turn as he thought of a new experiment- one John was happy to help in.
“No, you impossible man,” John laughed taking Sherlock’s hand off his stomach before pulling him along to go upstairs. “But you never know, it may change. I still have three months left.”
Sherlock hummed in acknowledgement, too lost in his own world but John knew he would hear about it later.
Later that night, sitting on Sherlock’s lap on the couch, eating a bowl of vanilla ice cream and jam, listening to Sherlock rattle off how he deduced their child’s gender and talking about upcoming experiments, John felt very content in life. He knew nothing in life was easy but right now, with his Mate behind him, rubbing his growing belly, and their baby kicking, John was could truly say he was happy and loved.
And Christ knew, through hell and highwater, that he would do anything to keep it that way.
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DONE!!!! :D I am so proud of myself. I hope you all enjoyed it as well.