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The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

He was lucky with his expertise he was able to find a job relatively quickly in a field he was familiar with. John looked down at his mobile as the alert came through. Christ. It was going to take him at least twenty minutes, if he was lucky, to get to the scene. But, he packed his things into the case and headed out.

He had been in Afghanistan for five years. First as a medic, then a doctor, and finally a hunter. He still was a doctor, but he had been assigned to an elite unit in the desert. Part of him felt a bit odd about all of it. But he didn't quite mind.

He made sure he had everything before he left.

He heard the annoyed voices, before he saw anyone as he entered the room.

"Oi. Who're you?" A man with two days of stubble and mussed black hair asked.

John paused and looked him over before his eyes landed on the gentleman in the suit with salt and pepper hair. There he was. "DI Lestrade? I'm Doctor John Watson, the new Occult Specialist, I just started last month." He gave him a smile, wanting to be nice, but not too friendly. People got jumpy around the occult. He saw it all the time in Afghanistan, and even here in London.

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John smiled at William and patted the bed next to him. "Come here William..."

Once their eldest was on the bed next to him. He hugged him and missed his head. The blonde then pulled back.

"Daddy and I went to find out if you'll have a little sister or brother today." He said running his fingers through his son's wild curls.

"Well, you'll have a little sister and a little brother. They'll be twins."

William eagerly climbed into bed with Papa, though he was careful, just like Daddy had told him to be. He settled in next to Papa and leaned into the hug, their sides pressing together.

"PAPA!" He grumbled, trying to rearrange his his curly mop of hair. laughing the whole time. Sherlock just grinned and shook his head. In a lot of ways, William really was his Daddy's son, at least in looks, but in personality, he was much more John, and Sherlock was glad for that. He had a lot of traits that he'd rather not pass on.

He could only hope that they lucked out again with the twins.

William nodded at the first part of what his Papa said, leaning in wile he fixed the hair that he'd messed up a moment before.

And then he heard the news.

"A... brother and a sister?" He said, leaning back and looking up at Papa, then over to Daddy, and back to Papa again, then down to John's stomach, that was already more round that it would be at 4 months with one child.

"Really?" He looked between. "I'm gonna have a little brother and a little sister? Both? You.. can have two babies at a time?" His eyes were as wide as saucers.

John nodded at William, smiling. "Yes, people can have two babies at once." He said, "I'm going to have to be resting a lot."

"Grandma will be coming to help out. She wants to take you to school tomorrow."

He kissed William's head again and then pulled back.

"Okay." William snuggled up, putting a hand very gently on John's stomach. "There are two tiny little babies in there, Papa?" He asked. "And.. that's where I came from. I made your tummy big, and then I was here." He giggled.

Sherlock did well to hide his surprise. John hadn't warned him that his mother was going to be here.

"Your mother?" He asked, trying to keep his tone pleasant in front of William, but he wasn't sure why she needed to come. "I understand that you will need to rest, but I have been perfectly capable of taking care of both you and William." He said, carefully not wanting to start a fight.

"Oh boy! Gramma!" William clapped his chubby little fingers. "Will she be here after school too?"

"Daddy and I will discuss it. She's not staying here." He added not looking at Sherlock.

He smiled at William. "Yes, you made my tummy big and your brother and sister are growing in me now."

John knew Sherlock and his mother didn't get along very well. Just as he and Mycroft didn't get along. But they all tolerated one another for the sake of their loved ones.

"Awwww.. how come? She can sleep in my bed. And I can take the couch. Or we can have a sleepover! Pitch a tent and sleep in sleeping bags and use torches for a campfire!"

Sherlock shook his head. "You have school, William. You need to sleep in your own bed so you can get enough rest. Your Papa and I will discuss the arrangements. Now, it's time to do your home work. Kiss your Papa and start working at the kitchen table. I'll be in a moment to help you, if you need it."

"Okay, daddy." He sounded crestfallen, but he kissed John and crawled off the bed. Sherlock ruffled his hair as he went.

"Daddy!"

"You're a good kid, William. And we love you. Now go do your homework." William ran out of the room to start working on homework. Only then did Sherlock look at John.

"I'm capable, you know." He said simply.

"I know you are Sherlock. But sometimes she's a train and just barrels through everything and everyone." John rubbed his face. Good grief.

"She did say it was to keep you out of the sun. She knows how you dislike it."

John rubbed his belly and motioned for his mate to come over.

Sherlock couldn't help but feel a bit offended . His mother was insinuating that he was incapable of taking care of his family, and that was something that he simply wouldn't abide. Either John was going to tell her not to come, or he would, and he would be much less nice about it.

"I have been keeping myself safe, despite the sun, for over 400 years. Nothing about that has magically changed because you have become pregnant again." It was stated as concern, but to Sherlock, it was just another thin veiled attempt to justify why she should come.

Despite all of that, he did carefully get onto the bed. "John." He said softly, knowing that he had to keep John calm. He didn't want to get into a fight. "Please inform her that she doesn't have to come. I have been fine taking care of you these last 4 months, and I will be fine for the next 4 as well."

If John insisted that she come, he wouldn't put up more of a fight, but he wanted it know that she was not needed or welcomed.

John looked down at his lap. "I know you're taking care of us. And have been..." he said, "But I wouldn't mind the extra help when it's necessary. And I would love the extra time with you."

He raised his head and looked at Sherlock. He shifted forward and nuzzled his neck. "I know you don't want to be forced into a corner."

Sherlock sighed, slumping his shoulders. John wanted her here, so he wouldn't deny him, even if he was most likely going to hate every moment of it.

For John, and William- who was always excited to see Gramma, and for the children growing inside of John.

"Alright." He said softly, trying not to sound defeated. "I do not want her sleeping here. She can take William to and from school, and help with homework, but I give him a bath and read him a story. That is my time with my son. She can leave in the afternoon and go back to wherever she wants to."

This was something that he would NOT budge on, not for anything. He refused to give a moment of the time up in the evenings when he got to spend time with William. He knew it wouldn't be long until he didn't have this any more, William would soon want to take baths alone, and he wanted to savor every last moment that he had.

John nodded at that. "I can agree to that." He said, "And she will agree to that as well."

He then kissed his mate and smiled at him. "I know you don't like this. But thank you for agreeing."

He ran a hand through Sherlock's hair and tightened his fist just a bit. He pulled him closer.

"Anything for you, John." He returned the kiss eagerly, making a little grunting noise when John tugged him closer by his hair. He eagerly closed the distance, being careful of how he was sitting and where he was putting his weight.

Oh, how he loved John. But he knew this couldn't go beyond kissing. William was in the kitchen doing homework, and of course he hadn't close the door after himself, so he had to stifle even that little groan he had made.

Reluctantly, he broke away from the kiss, not wanting to progress to the point where he had to go take a cold shower.

"She'll agree or she won't be allowed in at all. " He said, not wanting to ruin the mood, but knowing that he had to put his foot down about this.

The blonde nodded and let Sherlock pull away, but he didn't let his hair go just yet.

"The good thing about me being on bedrest for the next four to five months..." he said tugging slightly, "I get to watch you ride toy after toy..."

He then pulled back and smiled at Sherlock. "Go help him with his homework."

"Nnnngg... Johnnnn.." That was cruel, teasing him, talking about toys and pulling his hair and then telling him to leave."

Sherlock did get up, taking a moment to let his body relax before shooting John a mischievous look. "I have been around for a very long time and I have a long memory. When the children have been born, I will remember how you teased me. And I will get my revenge."

He flashed an evil smile and headed to the kitchen to help their son.

He chuckled as he watched his mate go. He could wait and be patient. He looked forward to the revenge that Sherlock put unto him.

He picked up his book once more to start to read.

Sherlock couldn't sleep much that night. He tossed and turned, anxious about how tomorrow was going to go. He'd been able to deal with John's mother in small amounts, but this was going to be for months, and he wasn't totally convinced that they weren't going to kill each other.

Finally, he was tired of not sleeping, so he got up and went into the living room and worked on some cases on his computer until it was almost time to get William up to get ready for school.

John got up around dawn, easing himself carefully out of the bed. He would not mention to Sherlock that he felt this mattress, the one they had for the first pregnancy and their entire relationship, was hard as a rock.

He rubbed his back as he went into the kitchen to make himself tea and start breakfast for William.

Their son didn't drink too much blood at the moment, but it could be an age thing.

Sherlock was at the kitchen table, which was now covered with papers, all filled with his messy scrawl. There were charts about growth rates of twins, complications, weight and height ratios, and every other conceivable thing that he could learn about having twins. There was also a pile of printouts that Sherlock had made about possible houses that they could move into, arranged apparently by price and size.

His head shot up and he was immediately on point as soon as John walked in. He was hyper vigilant, and noticed that John was rubbing at his back.

"We need a new mattress. Why didn't you tell me?" He could tell from where John was rubbing at his back, and the slightly stooped posture that this was a sleeping issue.

"As soon as your mother arrives, I will have another mattress delivered." He was already back on his laptop, looking for mattresses for their size bed.

John looked at his mate. "We don't need a new mattress, just get me a body pillow." He said. But he knew there would be no talking Sherlock out of doing it.

He put the kettle on and got out a cup for himself and Sherlock. While the water was on, he went to get eggs and bacon out to start breakfast.

Sherlock made a non-committal noise, and then opened another tab on his computer to have a full length body pillow added to that list. He was also starting to make notes about dual strollers and double cots for when they travel, as well as the normal cribs and bottles and other supplies they would need.

When it had seemed like they weren't going to have any more children, once William was three, they gave all of their baby supplies to charity. So now they would have to stock up again.. and doubly so. Sherlock had money, he wasn't worried about that. It was space that was the issue..

And yet, his list grew longer and longer.

John set some tea down in front of Sherlock and smiled at him. "Do you want toast with your eggs?" He asked.

He moved to crack two eggs into the pan. He smiled when he heard William start to move around upstairs. He was never worried about the boy not getting up.

Sherlock heard the noise upstairs as well. His eyes canted to the stairs, then back to John. "I'm not hungry. Cook for yourself and William." He had just shut the lid of the laptop, he hadn't even taken his hands off of it yet, when he heard the ominous thudding up the stairs.

Because they had William now, they kept the hallways doors to the kitchen and living room closed- for safety. Apparently, though, that was not a barrier for Martha, who unlocked it- Sherlock had no idea how, and stepped in, immediately moving for the kitchen.

She tsked at Sherlock. "Really, Sherlock, Is that any way to keep a kitchen table? Clean that up so we can have breakfast. Is William up? Oh, I heard him moving. Some toast and raspberry marmalade, and coffee for me, John." She went about making herself at home.

John set the package of bread down. Oh dear. He moved the eggs off the beat and headed for the bathroom.

Apparently the smell of bread made him nauseous. Fuck.

He ended up throwing up, ignoring the arguement in the kitchen. Christ. Apparently his morning sickness was hitting him now, in the second trimester.

The moment that John ran off, Sherlock was on his feet. He glared at Martha, DARING her to say anything about it before he rushed off to the loo, only to find John throwing up into the toilet.

He got on his knees next to John, gently rubbing his back and murmuring soft words to him, trying to help him relax and breathe deeply and get through the nausea.

He looked at his mate. "Apparently bread set me off." John laughed weakly. He took the glass of water from Sherlock and then rinsed his mouth before spitting it out into the toilet as well.

John sat back, swallowing. "Fucking morning sickness..."

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