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After a few wasted moments in the bathroom it was breakfast as usual. John thought nothing of the instance as he had been ill for a while... Sherlock however...
John was halfway through his tea when he looked up to see the consulting detective staring at him. His linen dressing gown hung from his arms, barely touching his figure as he leant against the table, examining his lover.
"Sherlock? What is it?... And do you have to do it while I'm eating?" John couldn't focus on his fresh jam toast with those big blue eyes fixed on him. The stare broke with a sigh
"How are you John?"
"Uhh, fine. I'm fine love!...I have been ill, so the whole being sick thing wa-"
"Don't be ridiculous John. Your symptoms do not suggest any common illness..."
"Oh really?" John sipped at his now slightly warm tea.
"In fact I'd say the symptoms are more of someone in their first weeks of pregnancy..." John spat out those few sips of tea.
"WHAT!?!"
"As a doctor you should have noticed..."
"Sherlock that's ridiculous! I can't possibly be-"
"You've been suffering morning sickness..." John laughed to emphasise his disbelief
"I'd hardly describe that as-"
"And you're getting fatter."
"SHERLOCK!!"
"What? Don't deny it John. You are a doctor, you should notice these things..." Sherlock jumped from his chair and left John, gobsmacked and certainly not in the mood for, now cold, jam on toast.
What if Sherlock was right? John suddenly felt self-conscious of his middle which was definitely larger... Oh god, who was he kidding. Sherlock was always right...
Why didn't he realise earlier that he was suffering from every single symptom of early pregnancy? Sometimes he wondered how he became a doctor...
A baby. Could he handle a baby? If there were one... Could they handle a baby!?! He could see it now. Sherlock asking a toddler to try several different potions he'd brewed up, all with extreme consequences. But then he'd seen how kind the man could be. There were decisions to be made. First though, he had to get a-
"CATCH!" It was almost like his mind had summoned the object that hit him right in the face "I said catch..." No, his husband had already bought him a pregnancy test. "I'll be in the bathroom waiting"
John sighed and followed, looking down at the stick in his hands...on which would soon be two pink lines...