He took the tea and sipped it. It took a few minutes, but he started to relax, letting the tension leave his body. No, they didn't have all the answers, but who did? No parent did. Every child and every birth was different. Sure, some had it easy. Demons, humans, even vampires. He finished his tea before he looked up at Sherlock.

"Do you want this child?" He asked. He knew he had already asked. But John needed to know, needed to hear it again.