Beautifully Stormy Skies (Johnlock mpreg)

Chapter 6

"How about this one? Two different homicides with similar evidence."

"Boring."

"Murder-suicide on the lower side of London?"

"Dull."

"Triple Homicide in Westminster?"

"Boring."

"How about a blow job right here right now?"

"Bor-wait, what?"

John smiled as he realized he took Sherlock out of his mind palace and the fact of seeing a growing erection in both of their pants.

"Now that I have your attention, you have to pick a case to keep you busy. You'll be stuck inside for quite some time."

"Is there any tea?" Sherlock asked, hauling himself to his feet from the couch as he kept his hands on the bottom of his belly, supporting it.

"Could you stop changing the subject and focus on a case? You'll need something to keep you busy. For now. Then you can get back to running around London, chasing down criminals, dodging bullets, and deducing puzzling cases." John got up and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's middle section, feeling his swollen stomach against the palms of his hands.

"Most importantly, running around with you." Sherlock smirked, turning around in John's arms as they were still wrapped around his middle section. "The blogger to my detective. My army doctor. My husband. John Watson-Holmes. It still sounds good."

"Of course it does you bloody idiot, it's also your last name. And is that your way of saying you love me?" John joked, looking his husband in the eyes and studying every fleck of color that made those wonderful galaxies.

"It could be. Or I could just do this" Sherlock leaned down for a kiss but quickly rejected it by himself as he slightly hunched over in pain and turned away.

"Sherlock, are you okay?" John asked in worry.

"Yeah." Sherlock responded, his voice strained by the sudden pain he was experiencing. "She just kicked me awfully hard. Right in the bladder in fact."

"Do you need to go to the bathroom love? I can help you." John insisted, putting his hands to Sherlock's shoulders and rubbing slowly.

"No, I think I can manage." Still hunched over in pain, Sherlock found his way to the bathroom and did his business.

(Later that night)

"Sherlock?"

"Hm?" The detective hummed in response, never taking his eyes away from his phone as he laid back on the couch.

"Do you ever want to meet...Peyton?" John struggled to get the name out as he was afraid to say the name. John knew from fairly recent experience that Sherlock wasn't too comfortable with that part of his past so he made sure to tread lightly.

Sherlock scoffed at his question, looking away from his phone for a mere second before returning to the screen and typing away.

"What kind of question is that?" Sherlock asked.

"I don't know, it was just a question."

"So maybe we should leave it at that." The detective interrupted.

"Look Sherlock, I wasn't looking to get a rise out of you, I just wanted to know if you ever thought about it."

"Of course I've thought about it John! What makes you think I wouldn't want to see my own child?!" Sherlock shouted, not even realizing he was already standing with no trouble due to his stomach. John's face went blank from the sudden outburst of his husband as it shook him to the core. John knew it was a sensitive subject but he never knew it was that sensitive.

"Alright, alright, fine. I won't bring it up again unless you want me to? Okay?" John reassured, putting his hands up in surrender. Sherlock quickly nodded his head then gingerly set himself back down in his chair.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry." Sherlock stated, knowing he was never one to apologize to anyone but forced to more-or-less to his husband.

"Sorry? Why would you be sorry? It was my mistake of bringing it up. I should have never-"

"I should be sorry, I yelled at you because of something I did. I shouldn't have done that. And I'm sorry. Again." The detective quickly interjected, coming over to John sitting on the couch and laying his head in his lap while sprawling his body across the other side of the couch. John smiled, running his fingers through Sherlock's jet black curls and admiring how his wedding band got caught in a loose strand of tangled curls every once in a while.

"It's alright love. I shouldn't have brought the subject anyways. I would never want to bring harm to you or the baby." John apologized, leaning down and kissing those familiar cupid bowed lips before moving down to kiss Sherlock's swollen belly and running his other hand over the stretched skin.

"Did you feel that?" Sherlock asked, giving a small loving smile to his husband.

"Feel what?"

"The baby, she's kicking. She's...actually kicking. I can feel her little feet and sometimes her hands pushing against my stomach. There's a human being inside me John. And she's our human being. Our baby. I just hope she gets the best of your traits and hopefully none of mine." Sherlock let the idea of another human growing inside him sink in while he talked of the traits he hoped for her to get.

"Why none of yours? You're smart, intellectual, and handsome as always." John reassured his doubting husband, running his hand through his thick curls one last time.

"But I'm also a freak. I don't want her to come running home crying her eyes out because somebody at school called her a freak and that she's just like her screwed up dad."

"Sherlock! Why would you even say that?! She's the daughter of a high functioning sociopath and an army doctor, if anybody tries to make fun of her, they should've done their research." John smirked, seeing a glint of happiness in Sherlock's eyes as he snickered.

"You know me so well John. I love you." Sherlock stated giving a smooth kiss on John's lips.

"Almost too well. And I love you too."