BBC Sherlock Imagines (Book 2)

Sherlock: Three Is Better Than Two

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Pink frills and hanging decorations filled your eyesight. You stood in awe at the storefront window. You and Sherlock had decided to take a walk downtown, and by chance, you had wandered in front of the local children's store. How coincidental. "(Y/n) come on. This is called a 'walk' not a 'stop'." Still, you couldn't tear your eyes away. Eventually a hand clasped onto yours and tugged you along down the street. "I hope you're not getting any crazy ideas," said Sherlock. His eyes were focused straight ahead.

"More like good ideas."

"A thing that only poops, cries, eats, and has no regard for others feelings around them is not a good idea."

"I married you didn't I?" you teased. Sherlock looked down at you, but not with a playful expression like you expected. "Oh take a joke," you said, rolling your eyes. He was always so serious.

"(Y/n) we talked about this." He had stopped walking and stood next to a wall, mouth set in a straight line. You walked back and stood in front of him. "We agreed no kids."

"We agreed to wait on kids, not to never have any. Sherlock you know that having kids is what I've always dreamed of."

"And you know I've always dreamed of owning a ship with my own personal crime scene lab on it, but dreams don't always come true."

"Why are you being such an arse about this?"

"Why are you being such a woman about this?"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"'That' means to identify a specific person or thing observed by the speaker."

Breathe (y/n) breathe. Resist the urge to rip his curls out and saw off his cheekbones. Resist the urge. You took a deep breath. "Can we talk about this at home please?"

"You can talk and I'll pretend to listen. I've become quite the expert at it by now."

You felt angry tears pool in your eyes, and you pushed past him in hopes he wouldn't see them fall.

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You had taken a detour home, a three hour detour, and now the sun was setting. You entered 221B and glanced reluctantly up the stairs that led to your flat. You were still mad at Sherlock. How could you not be? He was, yet again, putting his own personal desires above yours. You had held up your end of the deal and waited four years after you two married, and now you were ready to start a family. You would stop at no lengths to get what you wanted. So it was up to Sherlock - you could do it the easy way or the hard way.

Reaching the door, you pushed it open. A violin sounded from your right, and you looked up to find Sherlock staring out the window and playing. When he entered he looked up, but his fingers continued to move elegantly. You walked briskly to the bedroom and slammed the door behind you. He was playing on purpose, trying to make you feel bad. The music stopped, and you heard the beat of footsteps coming down the hall. You grabbed a book on your dresser and hopped on the bed trying to look busy. The bedroom door opened.

"You were gone long," he said.

"And you care why?"

"Oh I don't. I was just merely stating a fact."

You bit your lip. He sighed. You coughed. He sighed again. It was a game - who could hold out the longest? It was killing you not to say something. There was no way in hell you would apologize, so you decided to do quite the opposite. You lay down the book next to you and sat up on the bed. Sherlock looked smugly at you. Ha! He expects and apology. This will show him. "Sherlock, I'm going to get pregnant."

"Good luck with that. Without me I think you're missing a key ingredient."

"You act as if you're the only male on this earth. There's men who give away their sperm. I'm sure I'll have no trouble finding a donor." The look on his face was priceless.

"You're kidding right?"

"No. I'm determined to have a child. Whether it's yours or not, well that's up to you."

You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. He suddenly looked pale and nervous, almost guilty. He walked over to you and sat on the bed. He was so close you could smell his aftershave. "I know you want kids, and it's hard to believe, but I want them too. But..." He trailed off, his eyebrows scrunching together in thought as he tried to piece together fragments of what he wanted to say.

"But what?"

"This will sound silly coming from a man who preaches not to get attached, but I'm afraid that you'll erm- that they'll- that your attention won't just be on me all the time."

He looked like he was in pain, like that the fact that he actually had to admit how much he cared and how attached he was to you physically pained him. "Sherlock..."

"I know it's petty. Our child is not even here yet and I'm already a jealous monster."

You jumped off the bed and hopped in front of him excitedly. "'Yet'?! You said yet, as in the future, as in this is actually going to happen? We're going to have a baby?" You jumped up and down, giddy with joy.

He smiled up at you and laced his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him. "Yes. We're going to have a baby. A stinky, loud, whiny baby. And I will be the proud father of it."

You traced your fingers through his hair, wondering how just four hours earlier you had wanted to destroy his beautiful face. "I know you're worried about my attention being off of you, but I think once you see that baby, I'll be the last thing on your mind."

"I highly doubt that Mrs. Holmes," he purred, dazzling you with his oceanic eyes.

"Just you wait and see. I've heard parenthood changes a person."

"Well good thing I'm not a person, I'm a bit more advanced to say the least."

A/N

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