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Re: Fill: Dear Sherlock, if you're reading this... (2a/?)

[hunsher]

3 months later they were sitting anxiously in the waiting room of a well-known obstetric clinic, holding each other’s hands, legs moving up and down restlessly.

When the door of the doctor opened for what seemed like more than the tenth time, John squeezed Sherlock’s hand lightly, looked her in the eye and led her into the room.

“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs…” said the doctor and looked at her notes for their name, “Watson. How are you feeling?” She put on her best doctor-smile and waved at the examining chair for Sherlock to sit down.

“It’s Dr. and Mrs. Watson, actually.” corrected Sherlock, and she smiled at her husband when he shook his head disapprovingly, but with a smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh, I see, sorry. Let’s see what we can do.”

She asked Sherlock to sit on the examining chair and she did with some difficulty - it wasn’t so easy with her extra weight.

The doctor sat next to Sherlock’s chair and asked a few basic questions about her general health, family history, possible allergies, and she asked John the same things.

When she was satisfied with their answers she rummaged through the tools on a tray and held a bottle of gel in front of Sherlock.

“It might be a little cool first but it warms up quickly.” She squeezed some of it on Sherlock’s lower abdomen and started moving the transducer across her skin. After a few minutes of silence she pointed at the screen.

“There it is, right there.”

To be honest, John needed to concentrate really hard, squinting and using all his imagination to transform the blur into a baby-like shape. When he finally saw what he thought he wanted to see, he glanced at his wife and his heart clenched. She was blinking back her tears at a furious speed and her lips were trembling, and she was sniffing. She looked like a dark angel, her dark brown hair like a halo around her pale face and glowing blue eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were red and swollen as she tried to hold her sobs back.

“It’s really there.” murmured John as he stepped closer to Sherlock and put his hand on her shoulder. She lifted it to her cheek and rubbed it against her cheekbones softly, then kissed his knuckles.