John lay alone on the bed.

It was past noon but he didn't feel like getting up.

He stared at the empty crib beside the bed and could feel tears forming in his tears in his eyes.

The last two weeks had been rough for the couple. Hamish had to stay at the hospital because he was underweight and his lungs had not developed properly.

No one wants to give birth and then go home without their child.

John closed his eyes, desperately trying to get back to sleep when he heard a noise from the door, that sounded suspiciously like a cry of an infant.

His body tensed up.

Was he imagining things now? Because there was no way…

"Hush, now, let's try not to wake up your daddy, he's been very tired…" he heard Sherlock whisper.

John's shot right up on the bed, staring bewildered at his fiancé.

Sherlock was standing at the end of the bed, holding a small bundle in his arms.

John felt like he was going to choke.

"Sherlock…what…"

The tall man smiled and sat on the bed next to John.

"I got a call form the hospital. They said Hamish was doing so well that we could take him home. I wanted to tell you, but you were sleeping so I went ahead and…yeah…"

Trembling, John took the baby from Sherlock's arms.

"He's still a bit small, but otherwise healthy," Sherlock smiled looking at his lover.

John watched in awe at the sleeping child in his arms, and suddenly tears started to fall down his cheeks.

"Hey now," Sherlock said, wiping the tears away. "I told you I don't want to see anymore tears on that pretty face of yours."

"I'm not crying…" John sniffed. "I'm just… a bit overwhelmed right now."

Sherlock chuckled. "I know he was going to make it, he's a tough little guy, just like his daddy," he said, stroking his son's hair gently.


...aaaaand cut. I feel like I disappointed you all with this short ending : / but honestly I just wanted this story to be over. Not that I didn't enjoy writing this, but it's the longest thing I've ever written and it's kinda coming out of ears right now and I want to move on to other things. For that I'm sorry. I think I'll go jump off a building now.