Pregnant

3.

~~ 7 month afterwards ~~

Sherlocks due date was few days ago. He has been bored lately, 'cause there has been no possibility to go and solve  a case.  John has tried to do anything to cheer him up, but it seems nothing helps now before their baby boy comes. John readed a paper and drank coffee. Sherlock leaned against window ledge in living room with other hand and moved his other hand around his belly and watched out. There has been snowing already two days straight. "I'm so bored, why can't this baby come out!" Sherlock groans from boredom. "Sherlock, he's coming when he wants to come. We can't do anything for it now. He surely comes anytime now." John responses softly and continues reading. Sherlock moves slowly and takes his violin and starts playing. John listens while he reads.  Suddenly Sherlock feels sharp pain building to his back an belly and gasps and fastly moves his hand to his lower belly, stopping playing. John looks at him with concern "Sherlock?" He asks "What's wrong?" John stands up. "Uh.. Nothing, just nothing." He continues playing when pain goes away. John comes sit to couch, listening and watching Sherlock. Time passes and Sherlock gasps again. "Hey, are you really sure everything is okau?" John asks "yes, I'm sure. Baby just kicks hardly." Sherlock says and still continus playing. Suddenly the water breaks and Sherlock stops playing. "Ow..." Sherlock groans and John rushes to him "hard kicks ha?" He looks at Sherlock and takes his hand. "Sorry... My water just broke and that was bigger pain." Sherlock closed his eyes. "Yea I heard." John rubs his back "Let's move to bedroom. I need to check you." Sherlock decided he wants the baby come in home. John hadn't anything against it. Walking to bedroom took little bit time, but it's worth it.

~~ 2 hours afterwards ~~

Sherlock yelled and cried from pain. Contractions were only few minutes apart. "Sherlock this is going fast, your already ten scents dilated. Start pushing next in the nexr contraction." John informed and Sherlock nodded fastly. He closed his eyes again and tried to catch his breath before next conraction hit, but it came so fast that he couldn't do anything but push. "HNNNNAAAAGGHHH!! Oh fuck - HNNNGGGHH!!" Sherlock moaned out loud as he pushed. "John!! Fuck fuck fuuuhuuuuck!! This hurts so much!" He yelled. "I know love, I know. You're doing good." John took Sherlock hand and Sherlock gripped Johns hand and sheets with other. Contraction felt it would never stop. Sherlock just pushed and pushed and John coached him to breathe. Babys head started crowning and when John told it to Sherlock, Sherlock needed to feel the babys head. John brushed babys dark hair and took towel ready. "He's in hurry now, coming fast." John said "you're doing perfect Sherlock just strong big push to get babys head out." He continued and Sherlock pushed again and babys head slide out and it didn't take long when baby started crying. "Oh god - ow ow ow owww!!!" Sherlock cried. "Shoulders anymore!" John said. Sherlock was exhausted, but with few strong pushes baby was out and John cleaned baby boy and wrapped him in towel. "He's so beautiful Sherlock." John smiled, tears in his eyes. Sherlock hold out his hands "can I see him?" He asked. John handed baby boy to Sherlock and tears stramed in tgeir cheeks. "I'm so happy and he's so handsome like his daddy" Sherlock smiled and kept baby and John close. John smiled. "He looks like you." John said "but he has your nose." Sherlock corrected. "Hamish John Watson-Holmes, our little boy." Sherlock said. "I love you. Both of you." John said amd stroked Hamish cheek and kissed Sherlock. "We love you too." Sherlock smiled.

THE END!

Authors note:

Sorry about this sucking story. But if anyone is reading this ever, you can give me some ideas or some help how to write better stories or something if you want me to continue. Everything is welcome! Thanks!