"Fuck.. three minutes... That isn't long. " He gets himself out of his tangle of trousers, stands up, and gets properly dressed just in time to hear a loud knock at their bedroom door.
She'd portaled in, of course.
He threw on a t-shirt, still no socks and shoes, and opened the door. "William is asleep. We need a portal to the healer. He's three minutes apart and we need to get him there now.
"Well hello to you too." She quipped, apparently still a bit grumpy at being woken up. But she nodded and created a portal.
"Take good care of my son, and my grandchilden." To anyone else it would have sounded like a statement, but Sherlock heard the underlying threat in it.
Like he had any say in what happened with the birth, he thought to himself, or that he wouldn't want the best for his children. But he wisely kept his mouth shut. He looked to John, trying to help his very rotund form off the bed.
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She'd portaled in, of course.
He threw on a t-shirt, still no socks and shoes, and opened the door. "William is asleep. We need a portal to the healer. He's three minutes apart and we need to get him there now.
"Well hello to you too." She quipped, apparently still a bit grumpy at being woken up. But she nodded and created a portal.
"Take good care of my son, and my grandchilden." To anyone else it would have sounded like a statement, but Sherlock heard the underlying threat in it.
Like he had any say in what happened with the birth, he thought to himself, or that he wouldn't want the best for his children. But he wisely kept his mouth shut. He looked to John, trying to help his very rotund form off the bed.
"Ready, love?
He asked. "It's time."