John nodded, taking deep breaths. He could do this. He could. Their child was almost here and it had been longer than anyone else had expected. He squeezed Sherlock's hand as he pushed, stopping when the healer said to.

He dropped back, gasping when the healer said the shoulders were free. He gave another push, squeezing Sherlock's as he did. Their child was here.

Was it a boy or girl?