Double W.Holmes

The Scan

Watson can tell that Sherlock is nervous. Even a blunt man like him could tell he got butterflies in his stomach.
"Sherl, you okay?"
"Um-yeah, I-I'm fine."
"You don't look fine."
Sherlock didn't say anything again. This was the first time he couldn't protest, because it was true. He felt so embarrassed at the same time. How he would ever face Mother and Father again? Most of all, how could he face Mycroft?
"Don't be silly Watson. A male won't get pregnant."
"You know what, a male also could get pregnant! It's not common, but somewhere out there, there's actually men walking around with a living being."
"How did you know?"
"Of course I know. I'm a doctor."
"You're an army doctor. You won't deliver babies in the middle of a war don't you? Maternity is not your division."
"It might not my division, but there's records at Saint Bart's. I had read them before when I was still a trainee."
"W-Why-never mind."
He started to concern. What if there was really a little human being IN him? How can he go to a crime scene with this condition? Bloody Anderson the criticism wouldn't stop his mouth now.
"Erm...Sherlock?"
"?"
"If, I say IF there's a baby in there, are you gonna keep it or abort it?"
Sherlock frowned. "I-I don't know. It felt very weird." His head hung low.
"It's okay, you can decide later after the scan, just relax, alright?"
"Okay..."
But Watson really wished that he keep it. After all, it was their baby. If he was given the choice, he will choose to keep it. No matter how hard it could be, he'll pull through for the baby's sake.
"Come on, let's go."
*
"Mr Holmes, I need you to relax, okay?"
Sherlock was  lying on the bed, clothes pulled up. Now he was REALLY embarrassed. He never though a day that he will lying here to get a scan.
"Sherl, relax. It's just a scan, nothing more."
"I know but..."
"Mr Holmes, I'll put some gel on you, it's a little cold so bear a little bit."
Sherlock nodded. After putting the gel, the detector rolled on his tummy and a small figure appeared on the screen.
"It's about three months old. Here's the arms, legs..." the doctor pointed one by one on the screen to show the part of the foetus.
"T-those are fingers?"
"Yes, Mr Holmes. In physically, your baby is fine and healthy. And it is a boy! Congratulations!"
Sherlock gripped Watson's hand tighter. Watson saw amusement in his eyes.
"Do you want to hear his heartbeat?"
"Yes, please." Watson replied.

"Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum, da-dum, da-dum..."

"Oh my god." Watson was shedding tears. He can't believe that three-month-old foetus was a part of him and Sherlock.
"John..."
"Oh god Sherlock...I-I can't-that's our boy..."
"Yes it is. It's our boy. And I want to keep it."
"Wh-What? Really?"
"Yup, this is our boy, I can't just simply abort it....because it's ours...our only child..." Sherlock smiled, soothing his tummy after it was cleaned.

"Thank you Sherlock, really I am. Thank you."

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