And Baby Makes Three
marymwatson:
Mary relaxed slightly. For whatever reason it helped calm her nerves to know that Sherlock was at their house instead of alone at Baker Street. At least he had Gladstone to keep him company.
Mary returned John’s shadow of a smile with a slightly more convincing one of her own. “It was a rough night for us all, I think, but in different ways.” Mary glanced down at little Oliver, snug in John’s arms. How had so much changed, literally, overnight? The magnitude of the shift in their lives was a bit difficult to comprehend and would take quite a bit of getting used to.
Mary smiled with sudden and easy sincerity at John’s kiss upon her brow, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “I’m so glad, John. I know you’ve had a hard time. Both of you have. But I agree. Things are going to be just fine.”
Mary’s gaze slipped back to Oliver as the baby stirred in his sleep. “Dr. Thompson is releasing us today, by the way. He says everything looks wonderful and that we’ll get better rest at home.”
Lighter hearted for the ease, John smiled and turned his face back down to the baby, who had fallen asleep. His dear little face, with it’s pinched-pink cheeks and little nose (undeniably, a Watson nose). Oliver was even more irresistibly charming on second glance. John slid a finger into the baby’s tiny, warm palm. His smaller fingers unconsciously held onto it.
His eyes turned up to Mary, when she disclosed that she and Oliver were fine, and would be allowed to go home. “That’s brilliant.” He wiggled his finger marginally, his voice settling into a soft coo as he spoke to the sleeping baby. “You hear that, mate? We’re gonna take you home today.”
No sooner had he spoken, than his phone sounded in his pocket. John heard the muffled tone, and a thought followed swiftly. Not a pleasant one, as he had left Sherlock on his own (perhaps stupidly). He removed his finger, gently, from Oliver’s grip and rose slightly with ruffled serenity. He took his phone from his coat and saw the new message with a look of dread. It could have been Mycroft, telling him that his brother had been left alone and susceptible, and something had happened as a result.
MESSAGE RECEIVED:
John, taking dog for a walk. Not going to kill self. <3 hours. -SH
John almost collapsed with relief, had it not been for the fact that he was holding a sleeping baby and he did not want to disturb him. To remedy it, his shoulders gave a small sag. He responded.
TEXT: SHERLOCK
Good. Will call you tonight, bringing Oliver home later. - JW
He was about to send the message, but paused.
P.S Thank you.
MESSAGE SENT
“Yeah.” John said in agreement, calmly as he put his phone away, looking to finally relax. “I think things are gonna be fine now.” It sounded correct in his own mind, at last.