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"Of course I do." The blond nodded. "Can you… Can you tell it’s gender? I mean, isn’t it a little too soon?" He was nervous, and there was no point in denying it. He was going to be a father, and he had just found out about it.
"Alright.. It may be too soon, but the doctor said that they would check, just in case. These pregnancies, aren’t always the safest for both parties, so check ups are important." That was the doctor in John speaking, moving onto a topic he knew he could easily tell the other man, before nodding and looking up. "I… thank you." He moved up on his toes, giving the taller man a shy kiss on the cheek. "You don’t have to, but I’m glad you will…. Any family names I should know about?" John finally managed a small joke, doing his best to relax the situation, and defuse the stress.
Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair
"Sherlock?" John chuckled, sitting still as the taller man reached over to slide a flower into his hair. "Feeling decorative?" He asked, pointing to the flower now adorning his hair, but not removing it. "Or experiment?"
Sherlock laughed in return, biting the corner of his lip as he blushed once more. “T-Thank you.”
As they held hands, Sherlock brought them to his lips, kissing them affectionately. “I won’t.” He looked back to him, taking the initiative to kiss the man once more.
John grinned, watching Sherlock kiss his hands as a small flush spread across his cheeks. More out of pleasure than embarrassment. “I’m glad.” He murmured, leaning into the kiss, and kissing him back with a noise of content. “So, love. Would you like to watch a movie with me?”
doctorshag replied to your post “archangel-dimmock replied to your post “Munday (You don’t have to…”
*pops party popper* I am uh six foot even
//not if you loose your height from the knees down :D
"I never smoked, ever. And I had hoped Sherlock wouldn’t use that one. Then again you’ve taken care of that for him." He sighed, rubbing his face, his hand on his hip as his mobile beeped. So he pulled it out, rolling his eyes when Lestrade said it would take some time, sending off a text again before pocketing it. "I didn’t even smoke before college. Didn’t see a point in damaging my lungs when I was going to go into the service. Now stop smoking."
archangel-dimmock replied to your post “Munday (You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to)”
// you’re still taller than me! XD
//yesssss, I have height to my advantage xD this rare moment needs to be celebrated
"Who the hell are you? Cause you definitely aren’t Sherlock." John growled, finally reaching up to take the pipe and setting it on the table. "I said no smoking. Your friend is right, it is bad for you, in fact it will probably kill you faster." He sighed, cracking the knuckles on his hand before rolling his shoulders. He was at a cross roads, wanting to punch the man and knowing he should wait for Greg to get there in case this man was a mental case who had happen to get loose.