A little thing called love

Chapter Five:

"He will be there soon." Was a big lie. As soon as he saw the clock on his phone turn midnight, he knew Sherlock wasn't coming back anytime soon. He sighs and shakes his head. He was friends with his doctor so he rang her up, talked with her about it and they got him an appointment tomorrow at noon. John took a deep breath, he would find out if he was pregnant or not in about twelve hours. John sighs and thinks about being a father.
He always loved children, always wanted some of his own. He remembered talking to Sherlock about it. He got really quiet and retreated to his mind palace.
John shook his head and stood up. He heard the door open and shut, he spun around, hopeful.
"Hello love! Just brought you something to eat. I know how late it is but it's never to late for a snack."
John chuckles at Mrs. Hudson." Thank you, I was thinking of grabbing a bite to eat."
He debated on telling her his worries and talking with her, but decided against it. He wanted to keep this a secret until he had a proper doctor check him out. He waved his good bye before nibbling a bit on the toast(with jam) she brought him. He sighs, silently thanking the heavens. This was just what he needed. This wouldn't make him feel sick like the others. He knew the tea had no caffeine because Mrs. Hudson hates it and she always drink the tea she makes. He takes a sip and sighs as the warm liquid slid down to his soar stomach. He wished Sherlock was here but, really, what did he expect? Sherlock to pull him into his arms, cry happy tears? No. It was silly. He soon finished the toast and cuppa and put the things away. He went into Sherlock and his bedrooms he curled up with the pillow Sherlock uses and fell asleep, hand on his stomach.

He was awoken by morning sickness. When he finally pulled himself from his new lover, Sir Toilet, he saw it was 11. He changed, brushed his teeth and grabbed some crackers before he made his way toward the doctors.
It took him a solid 10 minutes to call a cab, only when someone saw his hand on his stomach and helped him.
He thanked them before climbing into the taxi. He told the man where to go before he leans back. He felt a little nausea so he opened and nibbled on the crackers he brought.
Once he arrived, he paid the man and went inside. He was called back 15 minutes after signing in.
He was told to pee in a cup after he had everything checked.
John was sitting in the doctors room, waiting for the results. He looked up at the door when he heard a knock. His doctor, Dr. Jason, a small women with red hair and green eyes.
"Hello John, okay, we have the results but I just want to make sure. Lay on your back please."
He nods, doing as he was told. He watched as she lifted his jumper(green with white stripes, Sherlock had a pure hatred for after he got it caught when he was trying to remove John's clothes) and feel his stomach. He flinched a little, it tender in some spots. She nodded before stepping back and taking the gloves off. She sanitized her hands before sitting down. John sat up, pulling his jumper down.
"You're pregnant."

(Sorry it's short, it'll be better tomorrow!)