Sherlock was in a daze. It was like he was watching himself from a distance. He could see him and the healer talking, and hear the words, but they didn't really float to his brain and become actual sentences.
Twins...
Twins..
It was the only word going through his mind.
How would they fit twins into the little flat? They'd been making remodeling plans, but now... twins.. they would need a room to themselves, and maybe eventually separate rooms, there was just not space in 221B.
Twins.
Twice the nappy changes, and feedings and late night rocking to sleep and...
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Date: 2019-07-03 06:10 pm (UTC)Twins...
Twins..
It was the only word going through his mind.
How would they fit twins into the little flat? They'd been making remodeling plans, but now... twins.. they would need a room to themselves, and maybe eventually separate rooms, there was just not space in 221B.
Twins.
Twice the nappy changes, and feedings and late night rocking to sleep and...
Twins.