On the sixteenth day of September, Molly Hooper goes into a two-day-early-labour.
She calls John in a frantic panic, afraid to call Sherlock. She and John have a whispered conversation, that Sherlock pretends not to hear as he sips on his tea.
He holds back the vomit that stirs in his stomach.
John rushes around, calls Mrs Hudson, puts on his jacket and his shoes, until he stops dead in front of Sherlock.
The consulting detective looks up to see John's expectant face. " Yes?" he says, stands up, reaches for his coat. " Lestrade phoned, I have to get to a case."
John laughs, shakes his head, grabs his shoulders and shakes him with more force than either of them expected. " Are you insane!?" he yells. " Molly is having a baby! She's having your baby, Sherlock! She needs you!"
" No," Sherlock says. " Molly needs someone that can support her. That someone is not me."
" You don't actually think that, do you?" John laughs disbelievingly as he let's go of Sherlock's shoulders.
That is a mistake, because before he can say another word, Sherlock is gone.
John curses loudly and then thunders down stairs to get his own cab.
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Fanfiction" I'm pregnant." Two words, ten letters. He counts them once, twice, checks to make sure he's heard correctly thrice. He has. She's pregnant.
