The Watson-Holmes (Sequel To The Perfect Cradle)

The Incident

Sherlock was awake early this particular morning, huffing and doing his best to get out of bed. The detective never thought he would have to ask for help to just get up. Eight months pregnant and couldn't even get a good twist in to get out and ready for the day. He eventually gave up and laid back against the headboard with his hands resting upon his stomach.

The child decided to wake up as well, rolling her hands and feet against the walls of the makeshift womb that sat uncomfortably within her father. Though it was the most odd thing to ever happen to the detective, he did this for John, for his family, and for himself. He wanted nothing more than to feel a real human being inside of him, trying experiments with music at four o'clock in the morning with nothing on but pants and seeing what kind of spicy and sweet foods that made their child move in the most unusual ways. It made the detective and the blogger laugh and snicker the nights they spent together in bed eating chocolate covered strawberries as the child within Sherlock stretched her legs and made his stomach come to a point, despite his discomfort it made him laugh and giggle with joy.

It was unusual to feel another human inside him, moving around and just waiting to be welcomed into the world. She never stopped moving and Sherlock loved it. John loved it too. Through all the chemo and treatment, the only thing that made John feel better than painkillers and anti-nausea medications was watching Sherlock tend to their growing child. The days that John was up and about and walking out his pain, he's come across the amazing sight of his heavily pregnant husband, the cold and stonewall man known as the world's only consulting detective had his stomach exposed to the world while laying on the couch with hands tenderly rubbing the stretched skin and the baritone voice holding almost a full conversation with the little girl within him. John would stand out of sight and smile while he felt his pain of cancer melt away.

This particular morning, she was pretty slow and quiet and Sherlock took it as a break. He knew the closer he drew to his initial due date, she would slow her movements and eventually drop into the bowl of his pelvis. He was getting closer everyday and neither John nor Sherlock could be more excited as well as Hamish and Violet. Sure, the siblings were a bit surprised by the gesture and frankly a little taken aback but they were, if it were possible, more excited than the parents to welcome another sibling into the world of the Watson-Holmes.

"Need some help love?" John asked, kissing his husband's arm before hauling his tired body to his feet and slowly making his way to Sherlock's side of the bed to help him up as the detective chuckled.

"I was always the one doing this to you." Sherlock grunted as he landed on his feet with a sigh and John snickered at the thought. He missed being pregnant but seeing his usual skinny husband looking like he swallowed a watermelon was even more exciting. He knew how Sherlock felt, being able to feel their son and daughter just below his skin moving and itching to come into the world. So itchy in fact, Violet decided to come early. She couldn't wait to see her dads and her dads couldn't wait to see her.

"Oh how the tables have turned." John commented, wrapping his arms around Sherlock's waist and feeling his thickened thighs. It turned John on to feel the extra poundage around his waist and arse that the army doctor could feel his detective put on since he became pregnant. Sure, the detective was self-conscious about it, but John always assured his husband he always looked incredibly sexy and thought he should keep it on. Sherlock would blush and nudge his husband's neck. The hormones also made the detective act differently too; warm and sort of sweeter but his anger and restlessness were also horrible but everyone made due with what they had.

"How's our little one doing in there?" John asked, rubbing the sides of Sherlock's stomach as the detective huffed and rubbed the top of it.

"She's quiet but still likes to kick me in the lungs. Can't wait to meet her already." Sherlock added as the blogger smiled.