The Watson-Holmes (Sequel To The Perfect Cradle)

4 Months

"John?" Sherlock spoke through the darkness, cracking the door to their room. He squinted in the dark and saw John leaned over the side of the bed puking into a basin. The detective rushed to his side and brought the basin closer to his mouth.

"Why didn't you call for me? I was in the sitting room, I would've answered." Sherlock inquired while John continued to puke and eventually spit up, just long enough to respond.

"I didn't want to disturb you. I wanted you to get rest and put your feet up for a while." He responded. Sherlock hit the four month mark the day before and was even more tired than he was in the first couple of weeks of his pregnancy.

"That doesn't matter to me darling. I need to take care of you. I do have a meeting with Lestrade at Scotland in an hour or so, I do have to leave you for a bit but I'll be right back as soon as I'm done; alright?" Sherlock kissed his partner's forehead that was glistening with sweat before he nodded his head and fell back to his pillow.

The detective pursed his lips before getting up and closing the door behind him. Twisting his mouth in thought, he walked back into the sitting room to grab his jacket and scarf.

"Hamish? Violet? Would you mind coming down here please?" He yelled up the stairs before he heard a tumble of footsteps coming down in his direction.

"What's up dad?" Violet asked with Hamish right behind her.

"I need to go to Scotland Yard and see Uncle Lestrade for a bit. You two need to watch over your papa and make sure he gets whatever he needs. You understand what I mean by that, right?" Sherlock asked as both the kids rolled their eyes.

"Second set of meds by four. Something to eat after each set. Dinner cooked and served by six. Third set of meds right after dinner and last set at night if you aren't home by then. Yeah, I think we have this handled dad." Hamish commented, throwing his arm around his younger sister as she chuckled and nodded her head.

"What he said." Violet responded. Sherlock snickered before kissing both of their heads.

"You two are the definition of a Watson-Holmes offspring. Thank you so much. I'll see you both in a couple hours." Sherlock bid them a goodbye before heading downstairs to catch a cab.

As the kids went to go check on their papa, they found him fast asleep curled into a ball and covered up to his chin with a multitude of thick and heavy blankets. Violet and Hamish understood that the chemo took a lot out of their papa and knew just the lack of an immune system made him feel like he was freezing cold all the time. They really didn't want to disturb his sleep, but it was already four o'clock and he needed to take his second set of meds.

Oh so very gently, Violet woke their papa up as Hamish disappeared into the bathroom to grab his bottles of medication before returning with a glass of water as well.

"Papa? You need to get up, you have to take your meds." Violet added while he brother sat on the other side of the bed and waited with the pills in his hand and the glass of water in the other; watching his papa slowly stir from his slumber and eventually groggily sit up against the headboard and get his bearings before throwing up again or take his medications. John eventually collected himself and reached out for the medications only to take the glass of water from his son to swallow his pills.

"Thank you you two. I appreciate all that you're doing for me." John said with a grunt laying back down between the sheets with the help from his daughter.

"It's never a problem papa. That's why you had us right?" Hamish joked before hopping off the bed and earning a chuckle from the weak blogger.

"That is entirely beyond the point my dear son. I had you and your sister because me and your dad wanted nothing more in the world than to have children and without you both, our lives would never be complete. You two made us a family." John ushered his children in for a hug and they gladly accepted it. "And to also bring us stuff if it's too far away. You weren't just wanted for your good behavior and an offspring of the great John Hamish Watson and even greater William Sherlock Scott Holmes."