Fic: Little things - Chapter 27 of 62 - Boy

[bradspyjamas]

Title: Little things
Author: bradspyjamas
Rating: PG13 - mpreg with mentions of sex but nothing graphic (although Chapter 24 is pushing the boundries!)
Status: WIP - all chapters written but later ones being edited.
Tags: Johnlock, Post-Reichenbach, Mpreg, Omegaverse (my own version), angst, fluff, established relationship.
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to ACD, the BBC, Moffat and Gatiss - no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: John held himself together after Sherlock jumped but the emotional strain was enormous and Sherlock didn't fare much better. When Sherlock finally returned they were both just so glad to reaffirm their bond they didn't really think about the future, or if they did they simply assumed their lives would carry on as they always had. 

Needless to say they soon discover that their prolonged separation has had a very specific effect on John; the results of which mean nothing will ever be the same again.

Told entirely in 221B’s this story charts all the little things Sherlock and John experience as their lives change forever.  

The B’s so far are Blood, Breathe, Bag, Beta, Bucket, Brother, Brilliant, Bet, Best, Bother, Bang, Bleak, Beginning, Baby, Born, Biscuit, Beneath, Bump, Basement, Beetroot, Blimp, Blur, Benedict, Beg, Break, Butterfly & Boy.

Author's Note: This isn't standard Omegaverse because, as I'm not comfortable writing dub/non-con scenes, I decided to create my own version. If you want to know more about it, I've done an explanatory post here.

Chapter 27 - Boy

‘He hates me,’ Sherlock exclaims, yanking his hands off John’s abdomen and stomping into the living room, ‘He’s not even born and he hates me. It’ll be worse when he’s arrived, he’ll think I’m a horrible father and then he’ll run away at fourteen and join the circus ...’

‘The circus? Really?’ John smiles, ‘Don’t you think you’re overreacting?’

Sherlock spins round, glowering, then throws himself into his chair muttering, ‘It’s alright for you. You can feel him.’

John looks at Sherlock, taking in the hunched frame and pinched expression and his heart constricts slightly, ‘Oh love, I’m sorry. I know it’s upsetting you.’

‘I just …’ Sherlock lifts his face to John and the hurt in his eyes is unmistakable, ‘Why does he stop kicking every time I touch you?’

‘It isn’t just you,’ John bends to hug him but Sherlock pulls him into his lap, arms wrapping round him automatically, ‘Oof … careful … I think little one’s just shy. I mean look at yesterday and the scan. Doctor Qui couldn’t see to determine the gender and even I couldn’t get any movement.’

‘Gender!’ Sherlock’s eyes light up and he cuddles John closer, cradling the bump, ‘Of course! She’s sulking!’

‘She? Sulking?’

‘Yes. Obviously. I mean wouldn’t you be annoyed if you were female and your Papa kept saying you were a boy.’

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