John turned when he heard movement. God what a gorgeous sight, his mate holding their son. It made warmth bloom in his heart. How had he gotten so lucky?

He returned the kiss. "It's alright. Though I had meant blood. But that was a wonderful experience. Thank you for trusting me with it."

He took William and kissed his forehead. He was sure the babe was hungry. He pulled his shirt up and brought their son to the breast Sherlock hadn't drunk from.