You were working on a case with Sherlock.
You and Sherlock weren’t officially together, but you have slept together on multiple occasions.
Of course, Sherlock never took you out or anything.
So it was just a kind of friends with benefits thing.
You, Sherlock, and John were trying to find a murderer of a few teenage boys.
Sherlock kept staring at you, but you avoided his gaze.
What you didn’t tell anyone was that you were pregnant.
Two months along in fact.
You were scared, but you hid it well.
You wondered if Sherlock was onto you, but he was quite oblivious to things as well.
“I know!” Sherlock blurted out.
“You know what?” John asked him.
Your eyes widened in fear.
“I know who did it!” Sherlock cheered.
You breathed in relief and chuckled at yourself.
John and Sherlock stared at you.
“Sorry,” you said, getting serious.
They shook their heads at you.
They walked out of your flat, but you stayed behind.
They both walked back in.
“What’s wrong, Y/N?” John asked.
“I’m not feeling well,” You lied.
“So we’ll leave you, Y/N,” Sherlock said.
You rolled your eyes.
“Go,” you shooed.
You sat down and rubbed your stomach slightly.
You smiled to yourself realizing you had a small human being growing inside you.
You weren’t sure how to tell Sherlock.
Or anyone for that matter.
You waited for the usual phone call from John that they had caught the bad guy, but instead two hours later, they barged into your flat.
“Hey!” you protested.
“We know your secret!” Sherlock said, smiling wickedly.
You went pale.
John rolled his eyes.
“Your middle name is Y/M/N!” he exclaimed.
You facepalmed, realizing he still hadn’t come off the topic from last month.
“Oh no, however did you find out?” You sighed, feigning emotion.
Sherlock held up your birth certificate.
You gasped.
“You got a copy of my birth certificate? Really?” you questioned.
“I don’t want any secrets in this relationship,” he shrugged.
“Relationship? What relationship?” you asked.
John kicked Sherlock.
“We never officially said we were a couple, but I would, er, like to, um, be one,” Sherlock said awkwardly.
“Sherlock, I’m pregnant,” You told him, trying to scare him.
Sherlock’s eyes widened and he froze.
“Sherlock?” you asked.
You walked closer to him and waved your hand in his face.
“Not again,” John groaned.
“Sherlock!” You exclaimed.
You and John looked at each other.
“This is getting creepy,” you muttered.
Sherlock snapped out of it and suddenly pulled you close to him, kissing you deeply.
John shook his head at the two of you.
“Crazy kids.”
