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Prompting Part XXXII
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When it Counts 3a/3
John sat in his usual chair in their living room, his cup of tea long forgotten next to him on the table, rubbing his belly trying to figure out where his wayward Mate was. He had a few ideas but as he thought about it more those would be unlikely, most likely Sherlock would think that John would look at those places so he would go somewhere else. This left John in a little conundrum on where to look then.
“Woohoo! John you here, deary?” Mrs. Hudson’s voice called as she slowly came up the stairs, snapping John from his thoughts. “Oh just look at you! Getting so big!”
John smiled at that because Mrs. Hudson always said that whenever she saw him. It was said out of affection more than just her forgetting. “Yes, they seem to be growing a lot,” John replied.
“I wish you just would find out the gender of the baby,” Mrs. Hudson bubbled, coming to stand next to the doctor. “The anticipation is killing me. Lord knows I didn’t do with my own children!”
“I like surprises,” John said with a small smile. “And Sherlock wanted to guess the baby’s gender.”
“Speaking of that Alpha of yours, could you tell him to keep it down with whatever he is doing in 221C. My soothers may be able to put me sleep but with all the noise he makes, wakes me up even if I take them!”
Now John was utterly confused. “221C?”
“Yes, he came to me weeks ago asking if he could rent the room, as you know I can’t rent it out to anyone so of course I said yes! He said he was going to convert it into a lab! Imagine! But I think it’s a lovely idea for you and the baby.”
John’s mind was a little bogged down at the moment as he tried to process the new information. Sherlock hadn’t even left Baker Street? He was just downstairs!? ‘Why didn’t I think of that? God I can be such an idiot at times....’ “Is he down there now?” John asked, struggling to get up. “I’ll go talk to him about it now.”
“I saw him go down there this morning,” Mrs. Hudson replied as she helped him stand. “I need to head to the store really quick- ran out of flour for my baking- do you need anything?”
“Um, milk, thanks,” John replied distracted as he made his way to the door and down the stairs.
“You’re welcome, deary. Just remember I am your landlord, not your housekeeper!”
John might have said something to her, but he didn’t remember as he stood at the bottom of the landing, the prospect of seeing his Alpha again almost overriding everything except for the care for the baby. Trying not to make as much noise as possible he went over to the door of 221C, a little miffed that he hadn’t noticed before that there was no lock on it now.
He stood there for a moment debating on whether he could be sneaky enough to make his way down and surprise his Mate. ‘Sherlock can tell who comes up the stairs by listening to their footsteps, what chance do I have to surprise him?’ Sucking it up, he decided to forgo surprise and just go in.
When it Counts 3b/3
The door that lead into the main room had been striped of it’s pale green paint and stained to make it look more natural. John paused, staring at the door, before taking a hold of the handle and opening it. He almost laughed at the sight before him.
The room continued with the black and yellow damask theme with a new beige carpet. The curtains were pulled back to allow in more light, letting John see the areas that were once darkened. The fireplace almost looked brand new with a mirror hanging above it and another mirror sat in the corner near the other door. But the most entertaining sight off all was that in the middle of the room, with a table of all sorts scientific equipment on it, was Sherlock bent over looking through his microscope as a mountain of baby toys surrounded him. No joke, the room was littered with probably every baby toy known to man was piled around him, even flooding onto the table with only a little path to the table being the only area one could move. There was also baby books and parenting books thrown into the mix as well. Sherlock right now sort of reminded John of all those kid friendly scientist he used to watch on tv as a child. The only thing really out of picture was an antique, green and gold, porcelain box, decorated with flowers, that rested near Sherlock’s right elbow.
“Sherlock...?” he called out tentatively. John watched as the consulting detective jumped in the air, telling how engrossed he was with whatever he was looking at to not even hear John.
“John, I.... was busy...,” Sherlock said rather lamely as he tried to compose himself while a fine blush crossed his face.
“I can see that,” John said taking a look around the room again before looking over at Sherlock. “You mind explaining to me what this is all about?”
Sherlock’s blush darkened even more and he looked away. “It’s research... for the baby’s sake.... I have been doing a lot of research about certain toys and I’m sure as a doctor you know some toys contain lead and other chemicals which in copious amounts can hurt the baby- or so I have read. I am not taking any chances though.”
John was confused a little but couldn’t help but have a warming sensation rise in his chest. “And everything else? The baby and parenting books?”
Now Sherlock looked really embarrassed, a sight John was happy to see because it often reminded him of how human Sherlock still was. “I.... don’t really have much experience with children but I heard reading to a child helps in their development...,” he muttered sounding like a pouting child.
A broad smile crossed John’s face and, damn hormones, he could feel tears in his eyes. “You’ve been doing that all this time...?” he asked astounded though extremely happy. “So you do want this baby?”
Sherlock snapped his head up, making eye contact with John. “Of course I want this baby John!” he said, trying to maintain a calm level.
“Well how was I supposed to know that?” John countered, trying to remain equally calm. Being angered and stressed would do nothing for the health of the baby. “You haven’t touched me in weeks! Let alone spoken to me!”
Sherlock’s indigent face fell and he once again looked away. John frowned not liking it when Sherlock didn’t answer to explain himself, so carefully he slowly made his way to his Mate. Once he was about a good two feet away he stopped with Sherlock still not having looked him in the eye. “Is it about Lucy?” he asked softly.
When it Counts 3c/3
A pained expression crossed Sherlock’s face. “She...,” Sherlock started but then stopped. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath but the pained expression remained as he opened his eyes again. “I didn’t think Mycroft would talk about her.”
“I didn’t think he wanted to,” John offered. “But I told him about how you were pulling away from me and the baby. I feared you were regretting your decision about having this child- which I see isn’t true now.” John smiled a little at that before dropping it as he continued. “He just told me because he wanted to tell me that you truly did want a child. He even told me you were looking up baby names and themes even before we were Bonded.”
“You weren’t suppose to know that,” Sherlock muttered. “I’ll get him back for that.”
“I’m sure you will,” John said with a little smile. “But enough about Mycroft this is about us. After my talk with Mycroft, I began to think of reasons why you would pull away and then I thought about what happened with Lucy. Is the reason you’re not touching me is to put off the idea of kidnap to your enemies? Don’t seem interested and they won’t take the things most important to you?”
John was a little hurt when Sherlock didn’t respond at first, just looked away again. John was about to demand for some answers from the man when he spoke in a softly strained voice, “Sort of.... That was one of the ideas yes.... another was- is.... I’m not....”
John’s heart broke a little as he watched his usually emotionless Mate try and find the words to express what he was feeling. “Sentiment?” he offered.
Sherlock nodded his head but still didn’t look at John. “It’s crazy!” he said. “I didn’t think pregnancy did this to an Alpha! I was never around Mycroft when he was pregnant with Lucy so I had no clue! The Alpha in me just wants to smother in affection and constantly touch you! And you’re smell! God, you’re smell only drives me crazy! Reminding me that it was me who got you pregnant and that I will be the only one allowed to ever again. I want to go to the highest point on earth and just shout out my joy! It’s not natural!” By the end of it Sherlock was yelling and with whatever walking room he had began to pace a little, his brows furrowed in concentration. “It is messing with The Work so I had to remove myself from what was bothering me but even then that didn’t work! What is wrong with me that no matter what I do I think about you and the baby constantly? More than I have ever before....”
John let out a hard sigh as the baby started kicking, hearing its father for the first time in weeks and picking up on the Alpha’s distress. John needed to end this before this got out of hand so quickly he invaded his Alpha’s personal space.
He pushed himself to Sherlock’s side, stopping his pacing as the doctor wrapped his arms around him. He placed his head on the younger man’s shoulder, closing his eyes to bask in the Alpha’s scent and listening to Sherlock gasp when the baby started kicking in excitement at the proximity of its father. “You feel that Sherlock?” John said quietly. “That is the baby you put into me and let me tell you this. This is all natural, what you are feeling. I feel it too but I don’t try to hide it. Lucy-”
“What about her? What-”
“She is still effecting the way you think things through. You think that someone is going to come in kidnap us if you show us too much love. But I promise you,” John said pulling back to look Sherlock in the eyes. “I won’t allow it to happen. You don’t want it to happen, and you and I will do anything to protect each other, and with a baby in the mix, nothing changes that. We still will protect each other and our baby.”
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.