Alone [Sheriarty] [Mpreg/Parentlock]

Chapter Four

"Oh my, look at those eyes"

-AlexzJohnson, Look At Those Eyes

A/N: I'd just like to point out that Sherlock and John are just friends! This isn't a Johnlock story so don't worry, Sherlock is simply pleased to have his best friend there to help. 

-Chapter Four-

"I have it!" Sherlock beams one day, just weeks before his expected due date.

John was the only one at the flat at the moment and he looks up with a questioning expression, humming as he did.  He puts his book down and gives the grinning man his full attention. Lately, Sherlock had been having mood swings and his main trigger was not being paid attention too.

He'd always loved attention, anyway. It definitely always just due to the pregnancy. 

"Got what?" John asks, tilting his head to the side.

"The perfect name for her" Sherlock responds, placing a hand on his swelled stomach.

John straightens, curious, and smiles. They'd spent hours brainstorming names and Sherlock hadn't been happy with any of them so hearing he had a perfectname was not only a big relief but also a huge achievement.

"What is it?" John questions.

Sherlock smiles again. He'd been looking through old files his brother gave him long ago. James Moriarty's files and he'd come across a list of family relatives. His mother's name had caught his eye immediately. Sherlock had fallen in love with the name then and there but decided to change the spelling for his own daughter.

"Kyra" Sherlock tells John. "Kyra Holmes"

"No middle names?" John wonders aloud.

"No middle names"

"Kyra Holmes..." John breaks out into a smile. "It is perfect!"

"I know" Sherlock agrees, looking down at the hand he had on his stomach.

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Sherlock hands were trembling, terrified that he was going to drop the previous angel that he now held in his arms. She was so tiny. Sherlock could easily hold her in one hand if he tried, but he didn't dare attempt it.

Her head was practically bald but was covered by a soft pink hat. Her fists and eyes were screwed tightly shut, her toes curling inwards. For a newborn, he was rather big but she felt absolutely tiny in his arms.

Sherlock felt as though he could crush her if he moved too quickly.

Her head rested on his arm, being supported as he held her upright. She was sleeping now, had been for a while.

The surgery was quick and easy, Sherlock had been told. They cut him open and got her out without trouble and when he'd regained consciousness, his little girl had been cleaned and was wrapped in a blanket.

The doctor had just gone to fetch John and Sherlock's mother, who had both come to the hospital with him.

"Kyra Holmes..." Sherlock whispers.

Suddenly, an overwhelming urge to cry overcame Sherlock but he swallows back the tears and releases a shaky, nervous breath. He then leans down and presses trembling lips to his baby girl's forehead.

She slept on peacefully and Sherlock finds himself smiling down at her, his heart squeezing.

This was his and Jim's little princess. A life they'd created together. The man Sherlock loves has given him a child and, really, that was the best feeling in the world and Sherlock wasn't going to let the situation with Jim ruin this day. Nothing could ruin the happiness he felt currently.