Fic: Little things - Chapter 54 of 62 - Believable

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Title: Little things
Author: bradspyjamas
Beta: ​The incomparable kizzia 
Rating: PG13 - mpreg with mentions of sex but nothing graphic (although Chapter 24 is pushing the boundaries!)
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, Brooding, Bemused, Blue, Broken, Bourbon, Before, Breeches, Bedroom, Bewildered, Bassinet, Bee, Bach, Black, Blinked, Blame, Blind, Brain, Better, Blaze, Back, Birth, Been, Blooming, Betty, Bored, Bone & Believable.

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 54 - Believable

‘Do you want me to stay?’ Greg says an hour later, Mycroft having left once Sherlock finally texted John the words he’d been wanting to see for weeks:

It’s finished. Will be home tomorrow night - SH

‘No, I’ll be … oh … fine in a bit,’ John’s on his feet, circling the kitchen and the living room, one hand tight to the small of his back, the other massaging the underside of his bump, ‘they’re just Braxton Hicks and … fairly weak ones. Really … annoying, nothing more.’

‘I know what they are,’ Greg says easily, ‘and I also know Sherlock would prefer you not to be alone while you’re like this.’

‘I’m not alone,’ John nods at his middle, ‘I’ve got … H-Hamish for company.’

‘Such wit,’ Greg grabs his coat but doesn’t put it on. ‘Well he can’t say I didn’t try.’

‘I’ll be sure to ... tell him that,’ John leans against the wall, panting tiredly, ‘if he asks.’

‘Are you sure you want to be on your own?’ Greg searches John’s face, eyes doubtful.

‘I don’t want to keep you up when you’ve got ... work tomorrow,’ John grits his teeth, only partially stifling a moan. ‘Besides, I always ... get like this at night now. Really, I’m … ugh … used  to  it.   I’ll be …’

‘Don’t say fine,’ Greg shakes his head, ‘it’s not remotely believable.’ 

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