OTP Mpreg Oneshots

Holiday

Sherlock sat on the edge of the tub in the bathroom of the flat, foot thumping against the tile floor in impatience as he tried to regain control of his ragged breathing. He closed his eyes and folded his hands in his lap.

Who knew waiting for the results of a pregnancy test could be so nerve-wracking.

He looked to his watch, seeing the required two minutes have passed, rising to his feet to go look at the test that was sitting on the edge of the sink. He gave a heavy sigh, biting his lower lip and quickly turned it over.

He shut his eyes, not wanting to see the results, but knowing it wouldn't make a difference in the path they were to take if it was true, he turned over the test.

Two lines.

Those two little lines that ensured his doubt.

The great detective Sherlock Watson-Holmes was pregnant.

"Sherlock! Help me put the Christmas lights up!" John yelled from the sitting room, bringing the detective out of his surprised state to yell back he'd be out in a minute to help him.

And to come up with a plan for telling his husband that he was pregnant.

Sherlock buried the test under everything in the trashcan as he pulled himself together, tucking his shirt back into trousers, buttoning the sole button on his suit jacket, and running his fingers through his curls before stepping out of the bathroom with a calming sigh.

"What were doing in there? You weren't drowning were you?" John asked nudging his detective as Sherlock didn't find it so amusing as his husband did.

"That's almost theoretically impossible John, considering how the-"

"Alright alright, I didn't ask for a lecture on how to properly drown yourself in the loo. I just wanted to know if you're okay." John confessed, rolling out the string of dingy Christmas lights as he handed an end to Sherlock and rolled out the rest of it with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just...fine." Sherlock lied through his teeth, looking out the window to see his city in a scene of white and preparing for the upcoming holiday of Christmas.

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One week later...

"Merry Christmas Sherlock." John whispered into his husbands ear as it didn't do much to awake him from his sleep. Sherlock screwed his eyes shut even farther, refusing to wake up while he pulled the blankets over his head and groaned in response to John's early morning cheerfulness.

"Oh c'mon Sherly, I got you some presents. Don't you want to see what they are?" John kissed Sherlock's cheek. "I may let you open one right now. Lucky for you, it's already unwrapped." John hinted to Sherlock, the detective rolling over to attack John's lips and crawl on top of him, straddling his waist.

God, how he loved his husband. His mind, though still in a constant haze of the news he received last week, was true to what he wanted. Hoping he wouldn't be rejected by the news he was about to share with his army doctor.

"You might want to get off." John advised, straining his voice with the weight of Sherlock sitting on top of him.

"And why would I want to do that?" Sherlock asked, alternating his words between kisses and sucks to John's neck.

"Because I have breakfast on the stove and water for your favorite peppermint tea boiling as well. Unless you want your breakfast to burn, I suggest you get off you sod!" John did his best to push his lanky husband off but no prevail, instead Sherlock just gripped tighter onto his husband's t-shirt and groaned with pleading.

"I don't want to! Besides, I have my breakfast laying right under me." Sherlock stated, beginning to tickle John as the army doctor started to giggle and laugh uncontrollably. The detective knew every inch and piece of skin that was ticklish to John as he hit almost every one of those spots.

"Get off me! Ge-ha! Off mehehe you bloody sod!" John screamed, fighting off his husband as he climbed out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, catching his breath before getting caught from behind in a lanky octopus-like hug from Sherlock.

"So do I get to open my presents now? Or do I have to eat breakfast first?" Sherlock asked, earning him an eyeroll from John.

"Seriously? What are you? Five?" John joked, turning around to see Sherlock cross his arms like he was a pouting child. John laughed. "We can open presents now if you'd like."

And with that, Sherlock rushed to the sitting room, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and ready to open presents. John snickered again, tending to the breakfast and boiling water on the stove as he made Sherlock's favorite Christmas tea and brought two cups into the sitting room.

The day passed on and while their tea had run out, Sherlock received a new dark blue shirt with a suit to match, a new watch, and patent leather shoes. John received a brand new red scarf with his initials inscribed at the bottom of it, three knit jumpers, and a watch to match Sherlock's.

"These are all lovely gift's Sherlock, are you ready for breakfast now?" John asked, getting up from the floor before Sherlock stopped him.

"Wait, I have one more present for you." Sherlock pulled his husband back down to the floor as he got up to go to their bedroom and retrieved a small box perfectly wrapped in a deep blue box with a yellow ribbon wrapped safely around it.

John looked to the box with confusion before looking to Sherlock as the detective rolled his eyes. "Well go ahead, open it." John sighed and took the box from Sherlock's hands and set it in his lap, the detective taking his place back in front of him on the floor.

In the box was a light blue onesie with little yellow bees all over it. John scoffed.

"A onsie? I think it's a little small for me."

"Wow, for being married to a high-functioning sociopath, you really have no clue what this means do you?" Sherlock smiled, hoping his husband would get it sooner than later.

Then it clicked. John's face went blank like the snow banks outside as he grinned from ear to ear then attacked his husband with multiple kisses.

"Are you really?" John asked, pulling away to look for the truth in his detective's eyes.

"Yep. Found out just last week. Are you mad that I waited to tell you?" Sherlock asked sheepishly.

"No! Of course not! This is, by far, the best Christmas present I've ever gotten. I love you so much Sherlock." John began smothering his pregnant husband with kisses on the lips and sucks on the neck once again. Sherlock pulled John away, looking him in the eye and smiling, taking the army doctor's hand and placing it over his still-flat stomach; both of the men smiling.

"Merry Christmas John."

"Merry Christmas Sherlock."

They both go for kisses again, both smiling into the kiss before Sherlock's face went from happiness to confusion.

"John?"

"Hmm?"

"Didn't you have breakfast cooking?" Sherlock asked, sniffing the air as John did the same and his eyes went wide, running to the kitchen to tend to their Christmas breakfast. Sherlock chuckled, putting his hand over his stomach. He looked out the window, seeing the snow begin to fall again onto his city.

"Merry Christmas to us."

Hey guys!

Not really a oneshot, due to the length, but here it is!

Commissioned by HermionTris_fangirl for something with Sherlock pregnant. Thanks for the idea! Much praise to you for it.

I'm still taking commissions if any of you want to see Destiel or Johnlock mpreg oneshots.

Thanks again for reading!

Big smooch from your bad ass freelancer agent Tex!

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