You sat still as a statue in on the Baker Street couch waiting for John to come home. He got off work in ten minutes which meant he would be home soon, and Sherlock was off with Lestrade meaning you two would be alone. "Good," you thought. "I don't want Sherlock to be around when I tell John this."
The flat was empty and quiet which only made everything worse. You couldn't move your eyes away from the pregnancy test you had taken earlier which just sat on the coffee table like a time bomb waiting to erupt. So until John got home the only thing you could do was listen to the ticking clock and wait.
What would John say? You hadn't been together that long... Well... 3 years... How long is a long time? Would John what to have a baby? Would he support you? Does John even love you?
All these ridiculous questions that you knew the answer to ran through your head before you heard, most likely John, climbing up the stairs. He opened the door to see you still not moving, the nerves getting the best of you. "Y/N? What are you doing?" John asked as he followed your eyes to the coffee table. "Is that a-?"
You simply nodded in response and John slowly sat down next to you, clearly thoughts and questions began to run through his mind as well. Finally you looked up at your boyfriend's charming face, examining his features, and worry lines that had just appeared. "John?" you called.
Your voice seemed to pull him out of a trance as he looked up at you. "Sorry Y/N, I was, uh, just thinking..."
"Yeah... we have a lot of thinking to do."
John took a deep breath before looking at you as well, his face breaking out in a beautiful Watson smile. He began to chuckle as he wrapped his arm around you and brought you close to his chest. "Oh Y/N, this is marvelous..."
A small grin grew across your face, knowing that John was happy. "So, we're having a baby," you stated.
"We're having a baby," John confirmed, grabbing your chin and bringing your lips to his in a warm and calming motion. Somehow his simple smile and his delightful kiss made your worries drip away almost as if they were never there. Almost as if you weren't going to have the commitment-train hitting you in nine months.
"John," you muttered, pulling away from his endearing kiss.
"Yes, my darling."
You looked away from his all-knowing eyes and locked-eyes with the floor. "You love me right? And you're going to be here for this, and you want to have a child, and you want there to forever be a living, breathing connection between you and me?"
After asking your... many... questions John began laughing loudly at the absurdity of it all. However the laughter had the obverse effect on your mood and you just started at him wide-eyed until he realized how concerned you were and cut off. "Y/N, of course I love you. I wouldn't have remained with you through everything if I hadn't. Of course I'm going to be there for you and for our baby, I wouldn't have kissed you and proclaimed my love if I wasn't going to be. Now while I wasn't planning on having a child right now, I couldn't be more over-joyed at the sight of that positive pregnancy test. Finally, of course I want there to be a living breathing connection between the two of us. I want there to be a little human running around with your sass and your lovely nose."
John reaffirming this all had made you feel a lot better and you kissed him yet again. "It can have my sass but can't it have your pleasant little nose?" you begged.
"You actually want it to have the Watson nose?" John chuckled.
"Of course I do! I want a little mini John running around this flat!" You then realized that in nine months there would be a baby... living in Baker Street... living in this death trap of a flat, and you started to get concerned again. "It's going to come in contact with so many severed fingers..."
