A little thing called love

Chapter Nine:

So sorry! I've had writers block for a while but I'm gonna try to finish up this story. There will be loads of new chapters on their way! This one will be hopefully longer than normal, maybe different because I'm getting back into my Writing Mode. Bare with me! Start suggesting names/genders if you want,  later! <3 -

John's POV:

John sighs, just sat down on the couch after his 5 hour shift at the clinic.

His phone buzzed and he groaned, knowing this would delay him from his afternoon, before Sherlock got back, nap. He pulls out his phone and sees its a text from Greg.

*Please come and get your boyfriend.

*Oh God, what has he done?-JW

*Just set fire to a dead body for 'research'

*On my way. Don't let him near anything flammable.-JW

*Hurry.

John shook his head, placing a hand on his bloated belly. He was now 3 months along, not quite 'popped' yet, as Mrs. Hudson put it. He just looks like he had a big meal. She was still upset at Sherlock, him worried that she would slap him again.

"Your daddy is a fruit cake." He mumbled to the babies before getting up off the couch.

John thankfully hadn't taken anything off when he got In the house besides his coat. He throws it on and heads out again. He places his hand on his tummy before raising his hand for a taxi. One stops very quickly for him and he hops in.

" I gotta pick up my boyfriend." He said, before ratting out the address. The new pregnancy trick worked faster than Sherlock getting a cap now. He hums a little to the annoying music playing on the radio but looks outside, waiting to arrive at  the crime scene.

"We're here, mate. Need me to wait for ya?" The cabbe asks.

John nodded." Yes please. I'll be right back and we'll go back to Baker Street."

John gets out and walks into the police station, looking for his black haired boyfriend.

John couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at the sight of Sherlock, sitting on a bench, handcuffed to it.

John covers his mouth, laughing into it as he made his way over.

Sherlock looks up at the noise and gives John an unimpressed look, causing John to giggle.

Then, Lestrade walk to him, crossing his arms as he arrives next to John, in front of a frowning Sherlock.

"He tried to set another body on fire, but it was Anderson so I had to handcuff him. We're gonna need to put him on a case. He's getting too stir-crazy." Lestrade commented.

Sherlock frowns even more." Its science!"

John had finally composed himself, shaking his head." I cant believe his behavior. Don't worry. He will cook dinner and have two servings of it. AND will have to rub my feet. Is that a fair punishment?" He asked, turning to Lestrade, acting as if Sherlock wasn't in front of them.

Lestrade turns to John as well, pretends to have a good think on it, before answering." I think a back rub is in order for you as well." John smiles.

"Mmmm.. Now I remember why we keep you around, Greg."

Lestrade playfully rolls his eyes, pretending not to notice or hear Sherlock clanking his handcuffs on the bench." I could get out of these you know!"

John shook his head before looking at Sherlock." We know, love. But making your pregnant boyfriend come get you because you were trying to set people on fire is a no-no." John spoke to Sherlock as if he was a toddler.

Sherlock rolls his eyes, pouting. John knew the look on his face was guilt. John nodded to Lestrade." Can you uncuff him so we can go home? I'm getting tired and hungry."

Lestrade nodded, uncuffing Sherlock just as John asked before walking to his office." Make sure he's better before he steps a foot into this building!" John nodded as Sherlock stood, rubbing his red wrist.

John looked up at Sherlock with a frown. Sherlock smiles kissed John's forehead.

"Nope, forehead kisses are not going get you out of this one. You're going cook a nice dinner, and after you give be a foot rub and a nice back massage. Maybe get lucky. Let go home."

Sherlock groans before nodding, walking to the cab. They get in and start the drive home. John leans his head on Sherlock's shoulder,  closing his eyes.

John much have fallen asleep because before he knew it, he was being shaken awake. "John, we're home."

John blinks his eyes open and yawns." Someone kept me from my nap." He pouts at Sherlock as they paid for the cab and got inside 221B Baker Street. Sherlock turns suddenly when they walked into the kitchen and grabs John's face, pulling him in to a soft kiss, brushing his lips softly against his. John sighs softly when Sherlock pulled away.

Sherlock got down on his knees and raked up John's jumper. He smiles when he saw John's bump. John smiles and runs his fingers through Sherlock's hair. Sherlock began peppering kisses on John's belly." Hello, children. I'm sorry for interrupting your sleep but I had to do experiments. Anyway, I'm going make some nice food for you and John. Then, there was foot and back rubs to be given. We have a busy night ahead of us children." He pecks John's belly once more before standing.

Sherlock blushed slight at the look John was giving him. John leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"Go make me food."