The kids were quiet this time, no kicking, but that didn't make it any less amazing that there were two children in there, growing bigger and getting ready to be born soon.

Sherlock kissed John softly, a smile on his face. "If that is what you want, my love, then that is what I shall give to you." He chuckled.

"But first, we have to get these two out of you and let you rest and heal and let us get used to having three small (and tiny) mouths to feed in a new house."