It´s a boy!
"John!" Excitement.
"John, dear!" Stomping on the staircase.
"John, love!" Ripping the door open.
"Why the fuck are you shouting around the flat, Sherlock? Goddammit~ it´s" John angrily grabbed the alarm clock and nearly knocked it off the nightstand in the process "6 o´clock, Sherlock! And I´ve had the evening shift!"
Sherlocks´ grin spread even wider.
He held out his device.
"Guess who´s that."
Sherlock pressed his lips together, trying to make a serious face. But failing.
John shot Sherlock an irritated look, then decided to follow the orders.
"I don´t know who´s that."
"Oh, come on, John. Try at least."
"It´s someones´ baby."
Sherlock sighed. "Right. Can´t you deduce it?"
John glanced at him angrily with an expression that said: ´After an evening shift?´
"It´s a baby, Sherlock."
Trying to put this argument to an end.
The grin reappeared.
"It´s our baby!"
"…"
"Oh don´t stare at me with this dumb expression!" Sherlock huffed.
"What do you mean ´our baby´?"
"The agency called. We´re off to Edinburgh at 2. They also sent the photo."
John grabbed the phone, gaping. Staring at the picture.
"This is…"
"Yes. He´s three weeks old."
"It´s our boy."
"Yes."
"Brilliant."
And they were smiling.