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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 blinked and stared at his mate. He grabbed his phone and sent his mother a text before getting off the bed slowly. "Mum is on her way, our hospital bag is packed." He informed Sherlock.

"The contractions are three minutes apart, but rapidly decreasing." He rubbed his face.

"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.

"Ready, love?
He asked. "It's time."

John eyed his mother and his mate before rolling his eyes. "Please do not murder one another. Or Mycroft." He had texted the vampire as well.

Once he was off the bed, he held onto Sherlock, taking a deep breath.

"I know it is time. I have two babies kicking my ribs, or my bladder constantly."

Sherlock chuckled. "Well, all that's about to change-" He was cut off from John having another contraction, and squeezing Sherlock's hand hard enough to almost break the bones in his fingers.

When it was over, he nodded to John's mother and held John's hand as they stepped through the portal.

"Ah, I thought you might be on your way." The healer said, with a smile on his face. He didn't look like he had just been sleeping, but then Sherlock had to remind himself that time moved differently around here.

"Can we get him to a bed please? The contractions are between two and three minutes apart."

Between the two of them, they helped the enormous John onto the rock bed with its cool pillows and into a position where he could give birth.

"Even with the contractions close together, it still might take some time, so get comfortable. Especially with twins, there is usually 10-15 minutes between births, sometimes more."He said while he started to mix something in his mortal and pestle.

"A salve, to lessen the pain." He made up a good batch, then rubbed it around John's entrance, which immediately dulled the pain and made it tingle. "It will not hurt the babies. I promise."

John nodded. He trusted the healer. The demon had helped bring William into the world.

He gripped Sherlock's hand, taking deep breaths. After eight months of waiting... It was almost here. It was almost time for the two of them to meet their twins. Elizabeth Irene and Thomas Richard. He hoped that they were everything they wanted. The perfect combination of the both of them.

Soon enough, or perhaps not soon enough, it was time to push. Thomas was born first, followed by Elizabeth only five minutes later.

But of course their twins couldn't follow regular convention. Thomas was born just before midnight and Elizabeth just after midnight.

It didn't take any time at all, it seemed, before John was dilated and ready to push. Sherlock really had no idea how long it was, he was too busy holding John's hand and grimacing as he squeezed through another contraction.

And then when it was time to push, the squeezes became even more powerful. Sherlock was sure that his hand was bruised, but he he tried not to think about it while the healer, who had summoned two helpers while John was in the beginning pars of labor, was helping his mate through the birth.

When Thomas was born, the bigger of the two, he let out a giant wail, letting the entire world know that he was around and that he didn't like what had just happened.

In moments, the cord was cut and one of the Demoness helpers was washing and weighing and checking him over.

But they hardly had time to think about it. John went back into labor surprisingly quick, and Elizabeth, the much smaller of the two, was born to a much quieter room.

Tension filled the air. She was quiet, and the healer worked on her, clearing her airway and rubbing her back.

And then, finally, a tiny little mewling cry. It was small and soft, but it was there. She was breathing. But she was a lot smaller than her brother, and Sherlock knew instinctively that she would need more attention when they were brought home.

By the time John passed the placenta, they were dried and weighed and examined and wrapped in tiny nappies that were too big for their tiny forms, and hats that dwarfed their little heads, and blanket that swaddled them several times over.

Typical for twins, especially ones born early, they were small, Thomas was 4lbs 6 oz, a bit over normal for a twin born at 31 weeks. Elizabeth was under the weight curve, at 3 lbs, 14oz, half a pound smaller than her brother. Thomas was 17 inches, about normal for a preemie twin, while Elizabeth was 14 inches.

But they were almost miraculously breathing on their own, and they didn't seem to be showing any signs of jaundice. They seemed to be pretty healthy, if not undersized and weight.

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?"

Even though he had no idea why, he felt almost as exhausted as John looked, though of course this was a dumb thought because he'd just stood there while John did all the work.

"Tiny." Sherlock remarked, while staying out of the way while the three healers did their jobs. He very tenderly helped John to a sitting position, feeling awful at the wince of pain. Even small babies hurt a lot to push out, even with a salve to help the pain, it could only dull it so much.

"Looks like Elizabeth got my curly hair, Thomas' looks more like yours, but I can't see much else from a distance." They were almost done, and they would be able to hold their children in just a moment.

Sherlock looked at John, incredulous. "We are about to have two tiny screaming babies and a 7 year old in our house. I'm not sure that this is really a good time to get a dog." He sighed. "I had a dog when I was younger, an Irish Setter named Redbeard, like the pirate. He died shortly before I was turned. I do love dogs, but are you sure this is a good time, my love?"

He laughed. "No. I'm not sure that this is a good time." John looked to Sherlock and smiled. "But when is it ever. But perhaps you're right and we should wait until the twins are a little older."

He paused when Elizabeth was brought over first. He took the little girl and smiled at her. "Hello darling." He whispered.

"I'm not saying no, just not right now." Sherlock replied with a warm grin.

He was silent as well as one of the helper Demonesses brought over Elizabeth. She was wrapped up in a little blanket with a little cap on her head that was way too big for her.

"She's tiny." Sherlock whispered. Even through the hat they could see the dark curly hair, but her eyes were closed, so they couldn't see what color they were. "She has your nose." Sherlock said, giving it a tiny little touch. She stirred a bit, but didn't open her eyes.

John smiled at her. "She's perfect." He looked at his mate, smiling widely. He was so happy that the twins were healthy.

He shifted a bit and let Elizabeth start to nurse. He winced a bit. She was a strong thing.

Elizabeth was still nursing when they brought Thomas over. While Elizabeth still had her eyes closed, Thomas' was wide open. He had Sherlock's bright blue eyes, but John's nose, just like his sister. He was fussing and wiggling, but not really fully crying.

Sherlock carefully took him in his arms and held him close. He was still tiny, and he had a healthy set of lungs. He was much more boisterous and loud than his older sister.

"John." he said, softly. "They are.. wonderful."

He smiled and stroked Elizabeth's little head. "They really are. Just as William was wonderful at that age."

He loved his children, all three of them. They were perfect.

He watched as Elizabeth pulled off the nipple. "Here. Let me have Thomas." John took the little boy from his mate and brought him to the other nipple.

Sherlock ever so carefully handed Thomas over to John. While it was wonderful to watch then feed from his mate, it also made him feel a little... unnecessary. They had their Papa, who fed them and held them close.

He knew it was silly and he shouldn't feel like that, but he felt like a third wheel in a way. John had carried the children for almost 8 months, he had given birth to them, and he was taking care of their most basic need now.

"You need to sleep, and so will they, after they feed. And then, we can get you back home, where you can rest and recuperate."

John nodded. "You'll be getting up with them." He teased, a fond smile on his face. Goodness how he loved his mate. And their children.

"I am sure William is eager to meet his siblings." John noted.

"I'm going to try to take care of them as much as I can the next few days, I assume with the help of your mother, so that you can rest. You've had a hard 8 months. You need to sleep and rest for a while. " Sherlock said.

"When they are done feeding, we can put the min their bassinets and let them, and you sleep a bit. I'll stay here to guard you all." Of course he didn't really think that they needed guarding here, but it he wanted to try to make John laugh. He always loved John's laugh.

John laughed at that. He couldn't help it. Of course Sherlock would. He smiled and let Thomas finish nursing. He pulled him off.

"Alright, Thomas go to your Daddy." He informed the little boy.

John then yawned and settled back. He soon started to drift off.

Sherlock took Thomas first. He was an expert at burping them by now. He burped Thomas and cleaned him up, then put him in his bassinet. Elizabeth, who while smaller was also much hungrier was second. He also burped her and put her down.

Then he settled next to John, stroking his hair softly. "Sleep, my love. Sleep. Our babies are safe. You did your job, keeping them safe all this time, They are happy and healthy. Sleep for now, until the need to feed again. I love you so very, very much."

Soon enough they were home. William was at school. John held Elizabeth close as Sherlock unlocked the door.

They had asked his mother for privacy when they brought the babies home. They knew they would have plenty of visitors in the coming days.

John stepped inside the house. He was still getting used to it. It wasn't Baker Street. But it would do to raise their family.

He smiled when he saw everything was straightened out and neat.

Sherlock held Thomas tight with one arm while he unlocked the door with the other. It was strange, coming into a totally quiet house. For the few months that they had been there, it had been a cacophony of them and William and Martha and Mycroft all in and out at different times.

And now it was two men, and two sleeping babies. The cots were already set up in their bedroom, where they agreed that the twins would sleep, at least for the first couple of months, until they got a bit bigger and stronger and they'd feel more safe leaving them in their own room.

Sherlock closed the front door behind him softly, then padded back to their bedroom and laid Thomas down, giving him a soft kiss on the top of his downy soft hair, the same color and straightness as his Papa's, not his own.

He walked back into the living room, where John still had Elizabeth, who was now stirring a bit. The house wasn't even all that lived in yet, they'd only been there a couple of months, and there were still boxes to unpack, mostly William's old toys that he'd outgrown.

He was glad they'd decided to keep them, now.

He looked up and smiled. "The house doesn't feel like home yet." John said after a moment. He knew it would be that eventually.

He leaned in and kissed Elizabeth's head. The little girl squirmed a bit, but settled down.

"It will be." Sherlock smiled and touched Elizabeth's tiny little curls. Where Elizabeth looked mostly like him, (though both of the twins had oddly gotten John's round nose) Thomas looked a lot more like John, even down to his dark dark azure eyes.

"Soon, there will be packets of nappies and wipes and powder and toys and all sorts of things everywhere. And then it will be a home." Sherlock chuckled.

"If you'd like to put her down, Thomas is already sleeping, you can try to get some rest- at least a few hours before they wake up hungry again." They were almost like clockwork, almost exactly every 3 hours they've been waking up to feed, and then almost immediately going back to sleep again.

John got up carefully and went up to their bedroom to lay Elizabeth down. He tucked her in gently and smiled. What a precious child. Thomas as well.

He made sure he had the baby monitor and made his way back downstairs. The blonde sat next to Sherlock. "Goodness."

Sherlock laughed and gave John a long kiss. "I doubt William is getting much done at school today. I'm sure he anxious to meet his brother and sister. I talked to your mother. She is going to drop him off but isn't going to stay, so the four of us will have some time to ourselves."

He gently touched John's stomach. It had deflated a lot, but there was still some roundness to it, it would take a bit for it to totally go down to what it used to be, and he would always have a little extra softness to him.

But that suited Sherlock just fine. He loved John with just a little more to love.

"You should rest for a bit, John. Not sure if they will need to be fed or William will get home first, but it will be close, so it maybe be a bit crazy in a few hours." He smiled warmly.

"I am resting." He informed his mate. He cuddled against him and smiled. He was content to let himself snuggle against Sherlock.

John let himself relax, enjoying Sherlock's hand on his belly. He quite enjoyed the touches.

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