Fic: Little things - Chapter 55 of 62 - Burning

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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 & Burning.

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 55 - Burning

John wakes to dawn light piercing the bedroom curtains and an absence of contractions. Relief surges through him; just a false alarm, thank God.

Sounds from the kitchen, the scent of frying bacon and the steaming mug on his nightstand indicate Greg hasn’t left yet and John smiles, shifting in his nest of pillows and sheets until he’s upright enough to reach for the drink. The pain in his lower back stops him. It’s a deep, pulsing ache, making it impossible for him to contemplate remaining sitting down.

Well I need to thank Greg for staying, he thinks, getting up and shuffling slowly towards the kitchen.

Only when he gets there it isn’t Greg at the stove.

‘Sherlock! How? When?’

Sherlock spins, eyes lighting up, ‘Mycroft. Helicopter. An hour ago.’ He darts round the table but stops just short of John, eyes widening before he blurts, ‘You’ve grown! You’re …’

‘Huge. Yes. Thank you. I’d noticed … It’s lovely to see you too.’ John tries to sound cross but his actions belie him, reaching for Sherlock and pulling him close. ‘You’ve been gone over three weeks, what did you expect?’

‘I’m sorry,’ Sherlock breathes, kissing John’s temple softly, ‘Sorry it took so long … I missed you so much.’

‘I missed you too, love,’ John says, but then sniffs, looking alarmed, ‘Is something burning?’

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