60 Ways to Say Goodbye - A Johnlock Fanfiction

Bonus - Chapter Twenty-Five

Hiya! Thank you all so much for 50,000 reads! I'm so grateful for all of your comments. When I wake up to someone telling me that I'm Moffat or that they stayed up all night to read my fanfic, it sets a fantastic tone for my entire day.

To be quite honest, I never actually expected to get to 50,000 reads, so when I checked yesterday, I was kind of shocked. And I began to think of ideas for the bonus chapter that I owed you and this was the only thing that came to mind.

It's not too long, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!

Thank you so much and be sure to look out for stories that I am going to post later this summer.

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Bonus Chapter

The call came at five o'clock in the morning.

The one that told us that Kendall Lerwick was giving birth to our son.

"Sherlock," I said. He hadn't woken up when he heard the phone ring.

He stirred a bit and then rolled back over.

"Sherlock," I said again, "Our son is being born."

This time, Sherlock threw off the covers and clambered out of bed.

I laughed as I watched him struggle to get dressed as I did the same.

Once we were ready, I walked over and grabbed Sherlock by the shoulders.

"Our lives are going to change forever," I stated.

"I know."

"Are you ready to be a father, Sherlock, because God knows that I am?"

"Yes, John. I'm ready. We need to go now or we'll miss everything," Sherlock said, pulling me towards the door.

We flagged down a cab in the dim dawn light and drove over to the hospital.

Just one short drive away from becoming fathers.

Sherlock was rambling on nervously to the cab driver, who I suspected was paying him no attention. He was saying things about the strangers who were walking on the streets. He liked to make deductions when he got nervous.

When we finally pulled up to the curb next to the hospital, I handed the driver his money. As I was getting out, the driver stopped me and said, "Good luck."

I nodded at him and climbed out of the cab. Sherlock and I ran to the front desk to ask what room Kendall was in.

"Room 17C on the third floor," she notified us.

"Thank you," I said as we started to walk away.

In the elevator, I started tapping my foot, thinking of all the things that could go wrong. What is it was a still birth? What if Kendall decides that she wants to keep him after all? What if...

My thoughts were interrupted by Sherlock hugging me and kissing the top of my head. "It's going to be fine, John. There's no need to worry."

"I know...I just want this to be perfect."

"It will be perfect. No matter what happens, this will always be our version of perfect," Sherlock told me, smiling.

I knew that he understood how I felt and that he was feeling the same things.

The elevator doors opened and we rushed down the halls to look for room 17C.

Sherlock found the door, but when we tried to enter we were told that we had to wait outside.

"But that's our son being born," I tried telling the nurse.

"Yes, Miss Lerwick told me that she was giving the baby to you, but since neither of you are the biological father, I cannot let you into the room during labor," she apologized.

"Where should we wait then?" I asked, too tired to put up a fight.

'You can wait in the designated waiting area and someone will come and get you when it is time to meet your son," she said. "Do you have a name picked out?"

"Hamish," Sherlock said, not letting a second pass. "Hamish Caleb Holmes."

"That's lovely," the nurse smiled.

We nodded and went back out into the hallway, following the signs to the waiting room.

Sherlock and I waited anxiously, holding each other's hands.

Minutes melted into hours. I was keeping watch of the clock, counting the seconds that went by.

At 6:23, a nurse came into the room. It wasn't for us.

At 6: 42, a nurse came into the room. Again, it wasn't for us.

Finally, at 7:58, the same nurse from before came into the waiting room and told us, "We're ready for you now."

Sherlock and I stood up, following her back to 17C.

Inside the room, I could hear the glorious sound of crying, the sound of life.

Kendall was holding Hamish when we got into the room. Her face was tear-streaked, but she smiled when she saw us.

"John, Sherlock," she said, "your baby boy sure is gorgeous."

"Thank you, Kendall...for everything," I told her.

"You're welcome...I'm too young anyway. You'd take care of him better than I'd ever be able to," she sighed.

"Don't give up on yourself. Live your life the way that you've always wanted to. Go out and have fun and do things that teens are supposed to do and don't worry about Hamish," I said. "Know that we'll take care of him and he always has his fathers on his side."

New tears gathered in Kendall's eyes, "Thank you."

I took a look at our son. He had dark curly hair already, what I could tell was going to be a thin face, even under his baby fat, and light eyes.

I turned to Sherlock. "He's going to look like you," I predicted. Even though this wasn't out biological son, I could see the similarities already.

"Do you want to hold him?" Kendall asked.

I nodded and walked to her bedside. She placed the boy in my arms and I smiled down at him.

"Hamish, you're in for one interesting life."