Sherlock lies on the sofa and day dreams as he stares at the skull on the bookshelf by the door. He'd snuck it back into the living room when John had been too deprived of sleep to notice. Half hidden behind the yellow smiley face Hamish drew in art class it currently remained unnoticed by John. Sherlock smiles, only John could make obliviousness cute. Hmmm…

"Let's go away somewhere." He says suddenly imagining himself pressed up against John's chest and snuggling into his jumper.

"What about Hamish?" Imaginary-John queries, nose wrinkling- almost adorably which momentarily halts Sherlock's daydream. Sherlock thinks about Hamish, imaginary- John had raised a good point. Ah, yes. Sherlock smiles as once more John's arms comfortably hold him.

"He can come with us I suppose, that would be best wouldn't it." Answers Sherlock, his lips tilted at the corner in a smile to show it is a joke. Of course Hamish would come with them. It was the only possible solution that Sherlock would find acceptable.

Only it's not really plausible, is it? He thinks as he carefully rubs circles across his stomach. Running away worked better when there were less people going, and as of today there were significantly more of them than they had originally intended. Sherlock gazes happily at the fuzzy yet glorious sonogram picture in his hand.

How could they possibly run away now? Given his current condition? The more he thinks about it the more complicated everything becomes. Frustratingly his mind cannot conceive a viable answer to their current predicament. Imaginary-John disappears but it doesn't bother Sherlock, for the real thing will be back shortly. None of the various scenarios that have been running though his head are realistic. Logically Sherlock knows John is right to have accepted the job, he had to think about the children after all. But for once Sherlock's heart rules not damn logic. There is no real way of keeping John with them, instead of the army. And that troubles him.

Sherlock huffs in annoyance, abandons his ridiculous plans and resumes sulking on the sofa only to brighten upon hearing the front door open sometime later.

"How was your ultrasound? Everything alright with Rupert?" John asks from the hallway as he helps Hamish remove his coat and wellingtons.

"Fine all fine, Amelia keeps kicking me though." Grumbles Sherlock slightly, rubbing at his belly some more to ease his discomfort.

John's hands miss the peg and his coat falls to the floor. He turns to gape at Sherlock. "You mean we are having a girl?" he asks excitedly.

"No I mean we're having twins." Sherlock explains, lazily offering John the sonogram.

John smiles at the picture and picks up Hamish, cuddling him close.

"Hear that Hayes, you're going to have two baby siblings!"

-End-

Hey so I know this probably seems like a really bad place to end, what with Sherlock pregnant and not really a detective yet and John going away. But I do plan a sequel of sorts made up of short drabbles along with a few other one shots so it's not completely the end.