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John sat on the pillow of the couples bed, rubbing his temple. Sherlock was stuck with a baby.
Sherlock.
By himself.
Oh lord what had he gotten himself into? Why had this all happened? He could've even imagine raising a kid. Although he wouldn't have ever imagined getting married. Hell, dating someone was an insane enough thought.
His birth was a miracle and his life was a godsent. Yet...here he was.
With the man he loved and a baby..
Sure, no ones quite sure who the baby came from but that didn't really matter, did it? It was his and Sherlocks. Sherlocks and his.
John laid back and stared at the ceiling that was so-so far away. It all seemed like a dream really, how large everything was. Life sometimes feels like a dream- when you suddenly realize YOU are you and no one else- that every person you just walk by has a life as complex as yours.
When John thought about that he felt like he was in an unaware dreamlike state.
He hated it.
"John?" He heard a small voice. He quickly looked to the side. "Sherlock." He nodded as the man walked in. "What's wrong?" He asked, answered by a simple shrug, from a simple man.
Except he wasn't simple. Not one bit.
Life wasn't easy for a shrunken back to 7 inches tall. Who knows what's ahead? You could get stepped on or eaten and no one would miss you. Until now.
(Sorry if it's bad. I've done some writing over the summer so I'm hoping it's better!)
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A Spoonful of Sugar
FanfictionSherlock and John have just gotten married. Sherlock; as busy as ever, trying to make Johns size stay normal, and John trying to be the best husband he could be. How could he know it would be so hard?
