William was still crying but, he had settled a little, it had gone from a wail, to a loud sob, and was starting to fade more into loud hiccoughs.

Sherlock smiled at his lover. "He's fine. Either he's hungry again, which is likely, or somehow he sensed our unease and your anger. That is possible. We don't have any idea on what powers he may or may not have, and when they may manifest. He could be very in tune with us, or you at least, from the very beginning."

He walked over to John and very gently handed the newborn back to him, making sure to cradle his head and support his tiny body. He was healthy, with a health set of lungs to match, but he was smaller than a normal newborn. He hadn't have those extra 5 or 6 weeks to grow bigger.