It had been a very nice month. He and John had gotten to know each other better. The spoke about themselves and their respective worlds. They hadn't gotten intimate again after that morning on the deserted island. They had hugged and snuggled a bit since John found him again, and that was fine with Sherlock. he didn't need intimacy. He was just glad for the companionship.
Over the month's time, John's belly grew. It was slow, and even after a month it was still not large, but there was no mistaking that something was there.
Sherlock went about his normal life as much as he could. He still went into town once a week for food, but now he was eating for two- well really for three. Of course the grocers noticed, as he'd gotten pretty much the same things for months. He just said that he was trying to build up his larders a bit more, and that was that.
John had gone off to swim when Sherlock went into town. he came back with groceries only to find John, still wet and dripping in his kitchen, with a giant sandy, wet and full of seaweed chest sitting there.
"John." He sighed and shook his head. "We can't have you putting this all over my table. We eat here." He was still smiling, he wasn't really mad, John was still learning about the human world.
"Have you looked inside of it yet to see what is there?" He asked, while putting up his groceries.
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Date: 2019-08-21 08:51 pm (UTC)Over the month's time, John's belly grew. It was slow, and even after a month it was still not large, but there was no mistaking that something was there.
Sherlock went about his normal life as much as he could. He still went into town once a week for food, but now he was eating for two- well really for three. Of course the grocers noticed, as he'd gotten pretty much the same things for months. He just said that he was trying to build up his larders a bit more, and that was that.
John had gone off to swim when Sherlock went into town. he came back with groceries only to find John, still wet and dripping in his kitchen, with a giant sandy, wet and full of seaweed chest sitting there.
"John." He sighed and shook his head. "We can't have you putting this all over my table. We eat here." He was still smiling, he wasn't really mad, John was still learning about the human world.
"Have you looked inside of it yet to see what is there?" He asked, while putting up his groceries.