A little thing called love

Chapter Four:

John sighs as he lays back down in bed alone. He was sick yesterday so Sherlock left with out him. He left around noon and haven't been back since. John was feeling a bit lonely. Sherlock was sweeter and treated him much better and made efforts more often: make(and burn) breakfast, open his door, take him out to eat, kiss him, random touches that made John's heart beat quickly. Lately John was feeling very sick; sore, nausea, throwing up, dizzy and hungrier. Sherlock only knew he was under the weather.

John sighs softly. He had just finished throwing up. He wonders when Sherlock was going to come back. He rubbed his bloated and sore stomach. He tries to think of why he would be feeling this way. He yawns a little and decides to catch up on reading. He pulls out 'The Hobbit' out of the little drawer next to the bed. He sighs a little as he begins to read and slowly gets lost in the world with the little hobbit.

John was torn out of his fantasy when he heard the door shut. He smiles a little and continues to read. John hears Sherlock's foot steps come up the stairs, into their room. His steps paused at the door but John's eyes never left the book. He hears his foot steps start up again to the bed and felt the bed dip down. John still pretends to not notice him. He felt Sherlock's head go onto his lap. John couldn't keep a smile off his face. Sherlock stole one his hand and begins to play with it. He felt warm lips press against his hand, his heart racing.

"What are you doing, Sherlock?"

"Obviously kissing your hand. It's a silly question."

John chuckles before putting the book down. He looks over at Sherlock and saw him staring at him with a curious look on his face.

"Something is different about you.." Sherlock states suddenly, sitting up. Sherlock raised an eyebrow, seemingly asking for permission. John nodded and leans back a little.

Sherlock feels his pulse, his fingers dancing around John's body. They stop at his stomach. Sherlock's eyes widen.

"John... Are you a carrier?"

John froze a little at thus question. John never thought about it but remembered the doctor saying something about him being one but paid no mind when he thought he was completely straight, only to find he was Sher-sexual.

"Um.. I think so... I didn't pay much attention though..."

Sherlock cursed and his fingers left John and gripped his hair, standing up. Sherlock groans and starts to pace.

John watched him go back and forth.

"Um.. What is a carrier....?" John asked softly.

Sherlock frowned and blew up.

"IT MEANS YOU CAN GET PREGNANT YOU STUPID GIT! WHY DIDNT YOU PAY ATTENTION?! WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID!" Sherlock yells at John before he could control himself.

John flinched and shut his eyes tightly as Sherlock yelled at him. He knew Sherlock was right. He was so stupid. He opens his eyes to see Sherlock, face red and panting. John bit his lip and looked away.

"I-I didn't know..."

Sherlock sighs before walking out. He left the flat after putting his coat and scarf on.

John sighs as he heard the door slam. He always wanted children but never knew or expected he could have any. He placed a hand softly on his stomach. 'Could I really be pregnant?' He thought to himself in his head. He stood and hurried to the store. He bought a test for men, wondering how he could have missed it. He bought it, blushing at the strange look he got from the tall, pimple-faced teen boy behind the counter gave him.

John hurried out of the store, rushing back to the flat. He quickly took the test and sat down on the closed toilet seat. He sets the test on sink and set the timer on his phone. He tapped his foot on the tile floor as he waits for the text to be finished.

Positive, same as the other three tests he took. He covered his face with his hands and thinks of how Sherlock reacted when he thought he was pregnant. Now he had found he was, he didn't know how Sherlock would react. He took a deep breath and felt like he was going to be sick again. He felt his phone go off, privet. He answers it with a shaky hello.

"Ah John. What have you done to my brother this time? He's over here making a fuss of things. Please tell me the situation so I can possible take him back. He's rather annoying." A dull voice that only belonged to Mycroft answered.

John heard shouting and crashes of things very so often in the back ground.

"I've done nothing. Just send him home... Please." John said softly.

He heard a silence in the phone and heard shouting again until another silence.

"He will be there soon." Then John was hung up on.

John sighs before hanging up as well.

He sat there, wondering what Sherlock will do once he hears the news.