"I was on the phone with my mother. She went to find him. Hopefully she has him now." John answered. God he hoped his mother found Sherlock. His mate needed to be here. Now. Now. He cried out as another contraction hit. Oh. He was going to murder Sherlock. Messily.

He wasn't ashamed of his nudity. He was about to give birth.

"Okay..." he nodded. He knew the healer wouldn't hurt him or the child.