Aftermath

8~ John's POV

I sit in my chair, just thinking. I think I fall asleep once or twice.

Damn, I'm such an idiot. I've always loved Sherlock. He's never returned my feelings until now.

About an hour after our fight, Sherlock walks in.

"Go home."

"Sherlock we need to talk. I didn't mean what I said." I take a deep breath. "Sherlock Holmes, I have loved you since the day we met. The day you died, I died too. Mary made me a different man. Being with you changed everything. I'm not meant to be a father, or a husband. At least not to Mary. I love you too."

Sherlock strides across the room and kisses me passionately. I go to work undoing his buttons. "John, are you sure about this?"

"Shut up," I say through the kiss.

"John?" I pull away from Sherlock. Crap.
Mary's standing in the doorway of the flat.

"Mary, I-" She runs away, crying.

I run after her. "Mary, that was nothing. Mary! Come back!" All of a sudden she lets out a cry of pain.

"John, the baby's coming."

"But the nearest hospital is miles away! You can't get a taxi this time of night! What're we going to do?"

"You're a doctor! That's why I came here!"

So Mary wanted me deliver my baby, in my old flat, which I share with the man I just cheated on her with.

"Let's get you inside."

I had bigger problems than cheating on my wife right now.