A little thing called love

Chapter Six:

John got his do's and don't's before leaving the doctors with a prescription for prenatal vitamins. He sighs softly as he makes his way the the store, which was a five minute walk from the doctors.
He gets it filled and is back home in time for Mrs. Hudson to come in as soon as he sits down.
"John, dear. Where is Sherlock? I haven't seen him around.."
John sighs at her questions and shakes his head." Wish I knew. Last I heard, he was at Mycroft's..."
Mrs. Hudson tuts before walking to the kitchen." Would you like some tea or coffee?"
John thinks before answering." The tea in the blue container." He answered. It didn't have any harmful things in it. He would have to wait longer then normal to drink it because he had to be careful not to drink/eat anything too hot or too cold.
He leans back in his seat and decides to text Lestrade.

*Hear from Sherlock? -JW
*Yeah, everyone is wondering where you are. Sherlock won't talk about anything but the case.
*Yeah.. Something happened. Tell him to get his arse home or I'll hide the skull. -JW

-FOUR MINUTES LATER-
*Don't bring my skull into this.-SH
*If you weren't being such a child about it I wouldn't have to bring your precious skull into this.-JW
*What were the results?-SH
*What do you care, you left and haven't been back for ages.-JW
*What are the results, John.-SH
*Positive.-JW
*Sherlock?-JW
*Hello?-JW

John stopped texting once he felt his tea had cooled enough for him to drink it. Sherlock stopped texting and hasn't texted back for 10 minutes. He usually replies back within the minute. John shakes the thought out of his head before he took a sip. He was feeling lonely. Sherlock gone and Mrs. Hudson no where to be found.
John absently wonders if he had a baby bump. He knew he wasn't but it was interesting. John wondered what he would look like as he absent mindedly rubbed his stomach. It was firmer and warmer then usual. He wondered if the baby would have blue eyes like John or grey, beautiful eyes like Sherlock.

John woke up to a crash. He bolted straight up from his slouching position to find that he dropped his tea cup on the ground, breaking it. He took several deep breaths before looking at the mess he made. He felt tears well up and slip down his cheeks with out permission. Mrs. Hudson hurried in to find him with his face in his hands, sniffling and crying with a broken tea cup and tea on the floor next to him.
"Oh.. Love.." Mrs. Hudson tutted before cleaning the glass and tea off the floor before nealing in front of John." John... Love it's just some tea... It'll be alright... Are you alright love..?"

John sniffles and tried to stop crying. 'Damn hormones..' He cursed in his head." Y-yeah.. I-I'm fine.." He mumbles before wiping his tears away with the sleeve of his jumper. "Now now John. It's okay. I know you would never cry over some tea. What's the real problem..?"
John launched into what happened, sniffling and sometimes crying at a few bits. That's the first time Mrs. Hudson was truly upset with Sherlock. And the first time she went to the crime scene.

No one expected Mrs. Hudson to March right under the tape and ignored everyone until she reached Sherlock. "Mrs. Hudson. What are you doi-" -SLAP-
Sherlock stood, frozen. Mrs. Hudson was shaking with anger.
"No! The question is: what the bloody hell are you doing?! Why haven't you been back? Especially after John told you! Sherlock Holmes! I have never been more angry and disappointed in you then at this very moment."
Every single eye was on the consulting detective and the older woman.
And Mrs. Hudson just left. Left everyone in confusion and Sherlock shocked and feeling guilty.