John rubbed his face with his free hand. "Once my mother visits, I'll rest." He promised Sherlock. He knew his mate could care for their son. He had been doing it for the past eight months so far.

He looked down at the newborn in his arms. What he wouldn't do for him. It was just as Sherlock said. Anything.

"How are we managing the paperwork for where we live?" He asked after a moment.