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"Ow, ow, ow, ow! Oh god this hurts!" Sherlock was gripping the hospital bed sheets and gritting his teeth as another contraction rippled like a tidal wave through his body.

"I know love, but you can't start pushing yet. The doctor has to make the incision-"

"You're a bloody doctor! Why can't you do it?!" Sherlock screwed his eyes shut and let his grip loosen on the sheets as the contraction passed.

"Because I'm not qualified! I've never even delivered a baby before." John admitted, sliding his hand across the bed and gripping his husbands hand.

"Then you should learn. Honestly John, it's really not that- SON OF A BITCH!" Sherlock clutched his bloggers hand as well as the bed sheets as yet another contraction came along, this time lasting longer than any of the ones before.

"Sherlock, you're cutting the circulation off in my hand." John stated, seeing his fingers turn blue and purple.

"Get over it John! I'll stop cutting the circulation off in your hand when somebody gets this thing out of me!" Sherlock gritted his teeth and screwed his eyes shut.

"Good evening Mr. Watson-Holmes. Are you ready?" The doctor came strolling through the door of the hospital room with a smile on his face and gloves in his hands.

"Yes! Please, just get this thing out of me." Sherlock begged, tears forming from the immense pain he was experiencing. His contractions seemed to come right on top of the last one, no more than 5 minutes apart. The baby was coming. And coming fast.

"Let's get started shall we?" The doctor pulled on a pair of latex gloves and made the incision. As there wasn't much blood that came out, but more fluids than anything came flooding out the new opening. John had seen some things in his army doctor days, but what came out of his husband nearly made him pass out.

"Alright, I'll need you to start pushing; now."

Sherlock didn't hesitate a single second to go with the contractions instead of fighting against them. He gritted his teeth and silently screamed in his throat. Sherlock fumbled his hands around on the hospital bed for something to hold on to but were soon taken by John's grasp and holding tight. Tears and sweat mingled as Sherlock bared down over and over again, feeling their child move farther and farther down the birthing canal and almost about to crown.

"You're doing great Sherlock, just keep pushing love." John used comforting words as he let his laboring husband squeeze his hand even harder.

"Just one more push." The doctor said. Sherlock bore down again, screaming the loudest he could until his voice was hoarse. A flash of pain and it was all gone, the screaming of the detective was replaced by the screaming of a newborn baby.

"Congratulations, it's a boy." The doctor gingerly placed their newborn son on top of Sherlock's chest, the newborn wailing and his face still scarlet red and his body covered in clear goo. Tears of pain quickly changed to tears of joy as he looked to the small new human sitting with matted black hair on his chest.

"He's beautiful Sherlock. Absolutely beautiful." John sniffled as he tried to contain his tears.

"Congratulations again guys. Are you ready for the next one?" The doctor asked, putting on a clean pair of gloves and mask.

"Next one? What do you mean next one?" Sherlock held the messy child closer to his chest and looking to the doctor and his husband with bewildered eyes.

"You're pregnant with twins."

"Twins? I can't be, that's impossibGAH!" Sherlock was cut short as a contraction raged through his body.

 "Sherlock, being pregnant with twins are the least of your worries." John stated as Sherlock gave his husband a look that would've killed him.

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10 hours, 34 minutes, and 56 seconds later, Sherlock gave birth to a handsome baby boy and a beautiful baby girl.

Silence washed over the whole room as the new family enjoyed and rather relished in it.

"Sherlock, we need names for them. Did you have any ideas?" John asked, never taking his eyes off the infant boy in his arms.

"Violet. Violet Joanna Watson-Holmes. What do you think?" Sherlock asked, seeing the same sparkle his husband had in his eyes and the same blonde but almost white hair.

"I like it. Violet and...William. William James Watson Holmes. Welcome to the family." John said with a smile on his face.

"You just had to use my name didn't you?" Sherlock rolled his eyes at his real first name as John chuckled lightly and held the detective's hand.