Only Yours

41

John's P.O.V

I remember this waiting room. It was the room me and Sherlock waited in before our twins were born. We'd been so nervous but at the same time excited.

And we're back here waiting for another pair of twins that may or may not be my husbands.

After Molly bloody Hooper told us that the other twins were Sherlock's kids, the first thing that went through my head was confusion. What was she talking about?

This was closely followed by anger; he slept with her? And didn't tell me?

After anger was worry; what the hell am I going to do I don't want to be the weird step-father to a pair of teenaged twins?

And, finally, fear. What if Sherlock's realising that he loved Molly all along?

The moment this last thought entered my head, Sherlock said in an outraged voice, 'What are you talking about? I never slept with you.'

One of the other twins, a dark haired boy with unbelievably pale skin and a bad haircut, had narrowed his eyes and scowled. In a way he did actually look a bit like Sherlock, same skin and same coloured hair, but I tried to fool myself into thinking that was just coincidence.

Molly had twitched her eye and said, 'Yes, you did. You got drunk, two or three nights before John came back, and you had sex. With me.' The twins both looked mildly horrified at their mothers words but Sherlock just shook his head again. 'Nope. Definitely not. I was never attracted to you. As a rule I only ever sleep with people I'm attracted to.'

Molly's mouth tightened and she glared at Sherlock. 'Listen. You are most definitely the father of my children, Sherlock Holmes, and if you refuse to have a paternity test I'll just go legal. I'll- I'll sell my story to the newspapers.

Sherlock clenches his jaw and looks at me sideways.

And in that look I see that he's not actually certain that these children aren't his.

I grit my teeth. 'Fine, Molly. You can have your...test. We'll see you at Bart's tomorrow, nine o'clock.'

Molly smiles a very un-molly like smile and turns away. 'Perfect.'

The walk home is painful.

Hamish is quiet, looking between me and Sherlock with a crease between his eyebrows. William is sullen, staring back at the house. Sherlock is in his mind palace, obviously trying to find anything that will tell him whether the kids are actually his.

The moment we are back in our flat, I turn to Sherlock, and I say, 'If these are your children, Sherlock Holmes, I'm leaving you. I don't care what you think about it, I will leave you.'

'John, I'm ninety nine percent sure I never had intercourse with Molly Hooper.' He tries, but I just look away disgusted. 'Whatever.'

So, the next morning at nine o'clock we are back at Barts Hospital. An older man, probably the same age as me, comes out of the room and introduces himself as 'The Doctor. Doctor John Smith' and asks for samples from Sherlock, the other twins and then one of Sherlock's biological children. I don't understand why, but The Doctor just replies that he wants to compare and randomly selects Will.

And now we're waiting. The twins, one of which is called Sherlock for God's sake, are looking at my husband with a mixture of curiosity and anger. Molly's smiling to herself in a way that makes me feel a little nervous and Sherlock is fiddling with his fingers as Hamish, Saphira and Jacob stare at their possible siblings.

Suddenly the door at the end of the room opens and we all turn around, expecting Doctor Almeida, but instead Irene Adler walks in. Her eyes lights up when she sees her son and he gives her a hug.

'Irene!' Sherlock smiles. Since she reappeared in our lives, Sherlock and Irene have got on like a house on fire, despite the fact she still constantly asks him out to dinner. He flirts back at her, mostly because he doesn't realise that's what he's actually doing, but he always makes a point afterwards to apologise to me.

'What are you doing here?' Will asks, his eyes narrowed as he deduces his mother. She shrugs. 'My father's dying, William, and my family called me in to say goodbye. It was awful. They all hate me. They don't approve of my, ah, Career choice.' Irene notices Molly, who's staring at her with a look of hatred she usually reserved for me, and smiles slightly before walking over. 'Hello. And who is this tasty little piece?'

'Mum.' Will complains. She winks at her son and turns back to Molly, holding out her hand. 'I'm Irene Adler, but you can call me ma'am.'

Molly's children look slightly sickened and Molly shudders as she moves away. 'Molly Hooper.'

'Well, Molly Hooper, if my darling Sherlock is busy later, would you like to have dinner?' Irene says seductively.

I don't know what Molly would have said if The Doctor hadn't come back in the room.

'I have the results.' He announces, looking grave. I'm so nervous my stomach muscles are cramping.

'Sherlock and Sapphire Hooper are not the biological children of Sherlock Holmes.' He announces.

A wave of relief washes over me and Sherlock grins, yelling at Molly, who's strangely still smiling, 'Told you.'

But then The Doctor clears his throat. 'Um, but the results did show something else. William Holmes is not the biological child of Sherlock Holmes.'

NOTE; This, ahem, may have nothing to do with this chapter, but Sherrinford Holmes' age has been pushed back. He is now younger than Mycroft and a year younger than John.