A Nursery in 221B-Johnlock/Parentlock

"John have you seen the paint rollers?"
"They're in the kitchen in the pantry!" John yelled from the hallway, opening the can of lilac paint. Wiping his hands on his jeans, he stood up and walked into the kitchen to find his husband on his hands and knees, rifling through the cabinet under the sink. "Darling, what are you doing down there?" John questioned, a smile on his face.

"I was looking for the rollers! They're not in here!" Sherlock humphed, standing up and facing the army doctor.
"Dear, that's not the pantry," John smirked. "The pantry is where we keep the food; it's the big cabinet over here. Aha! Here we are!" John pulled two paint rollers from the cabinet and handed one to the detective. "Now we have a nursery to paint." John grabbed Sherlock's hand and pulled him to the room upstairs, John's old room.
Once they had set up their equipment, they begun painting . They wanted it perfect for the baby girl that would call it home in just 2 short months. They worked in comfortable silence until Sherlock spoke.
"John?"
"Yes, Sherlock?"
"I don't see why it has to be purple. Why couldn't it have been green?"
John smirked; he loved his husband to death, even when he was acting like a pouty toddler over a paint color. "We chose purple because the room is for a baby *girl.*" he responded, smiling back at the detective. He turned back around before feeling something cold and wet on the back his head. He reached back and his hand came back purple. Paint. He spun around to see a sly look on Sherlock's face. "Oh, you're in trouble now, Sherlock Holmes!"
It became chaos in a matter of seconds, paint flying everywhere. John flicked paint onto Sherlock's face and the detective retaliated with a handful on paint flung onto the shorter man's shirt. Their old clothes became streaked with color quickly, as well as their faces and hair. As Sherlock smushed a whole hand of paint on John's face, John threw his hands up and called "Truce, truce."
The two men collapsed onto the ground, laughing heartily.
"John" Sherlock said between giggles, "You look ridiculous!"
"Well you're no better, oh high and mighty detective," John replied, mussing up Sherlock's hair and getting a playful shove from him. John surveyed the room and turned to sherlock "I'm glad we see down a tarp on the floor. Otherwise, we would have had to clean the floor from our little paint battle,"John remarked with a wink.
Sherlock pouted a bit. "Of course, I had to marry a sensible one."
"Come on you, we can at least finish painting and put the crib in today. You finished building it right?"
Sherlock had indeed finished the crib. However it had been a struggle to put together. Refusing help from both John and the instruction manual, Sherlock managed to piece together the crib in a short 2 hours. He was proud nonetheless.
"Yes of course I finished it. Now I suppose we should get back to work if we want to finish in time to watch Crimewatch at 7."

2 hours later, the room was painted and they had stationed the wooden crib on the back wall. The two tired men stood back and admired their work. John turned to say something to Sherlock and noticed tears in the taller man's eyes. "Dear, what is it?"
"I just can't believe it's real," Sherlock said, barely above a whisper. "We're having a baby, John. I never thought I would find someone to settle down with, let alone have a child with. I keep thinking I'm dreaming and I'll wake up and be alone again. But every day I wake up to you. I just feel like the luckiest man in the world. I love you so much, John Watson."
John looked up at Sherlock with tears now in his eyes and could only say "I love you too."
Sherlock grabbed the shorter man and planted his lips firmly on John's. The kiss was sloppy and wet and full of passion. (idk what else to put here, GAHH)
-------------------------------------------------2 months later------------------------------------------------------------
"Sherlock, do you have the carrier?"
"John, Where did I put my keys?"

"You left them in the bedroom, now where is that carrier??"
221B was a hectic mess the day of the baby's arrival. Sherlock and John were running around, gathering all the things they would need to pick up the baby at the hospital. The two men had been scrambling to get everything together since 7 o'clock that morning; they were scheduled to pick up the baby at 11. John glanced at his watch and stopped in his tracks. "Sherlock, it's already 10:30, we need to leave!"
Sherlock ran down the stairs with the baby bag in tow. "Well don't just stand there John, we have a baby to get!"