"Hello Mycroft. Sherlock is on speaker with me. We do have news on the gender of the babies." He said. It was not a slip of the tongue, he had said babies.

John glanced over to his mate and smiled at him. It would be okay. They had their small support network. His mother, Sherlock's sire, their friends.

He rubbed a hand over his belly, a smile on his face. "We're having a boy and a girl."