John was exhausted. Two new little lives had joined the world. He laid back, smiling. He squeezed Sherlock's hand and then let it go.

"How do they look love?" He asked his mate.

He heard Thomas's cry, and Elizabeth's smaller one. He would do whatever it took to make sure that they were healthy and remained so.

He sat up with his mate's help, wincing slightly. He was sore, but he wanted to hold one or both of his children. William was going to be over the moon.

"Is this a bad time to tell you I was thinking that we should get a dog?"