Requested by CelesteHemmo.
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WARNING; contains some SMUT, MATURE LANGUAGE (Sherlock style)

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"That's it, right there!" You scream and Sherlock rattles the bed and thrusts into you.

"Argh!" He groans and yells as he intertwined his fingers into yours and you tightly grab hold of his.

"Fuck Sherlock!" You tell and Sherlock keeps on grinding.

"The game is most definitely on!" He screams and you both moan and groan as he releases and gains climax.

You both pause and Sherlock drops himself next to you.

"Holy shit Sherlock..." You turn to face him.

"Well... that was a new experience." He commented and faced you with a smile.

Sherlock then reached for his blanket and pulled it over you both.

My God you loved him. But Sherlock was most definitely drunk. And you knew in the morning he wouldn't remember any of this.

Soon, the sun rose and you were woken up by a nasty feeling in your stomach.

You all of a sudden felt sick, so you rushed to the bathroom to throw up. Wiping your mouth, you brushes your teeth and watched the foamy spit run down the drain.

Then, you walked back into Sherlock's room and noticed that he wasn't there.

You saw a note.

Gone for a case, I let you sleep in.
Meet me later for some deductions.

~SH

You slam the note into the desk and your eyes widened.

Last night was fuzzy, but it most definitely wasn't a dream.

You and Sherlock had... sexual intercourse, as he'd probably say.

And you felt your stomach turn.

Shit, you thought and a thought Raj through your mind. You rushed to the pharmacy and peed on that stick that would determine your life.

The stick that came out positive.

You were pregnant. The first thing you did was cry. Cry and cry. You and Sherlock used protection, but one of those little guys snuck through.

Swiftly, you packed your things and ran downstairs.

"[Y/N] dear?" Mrs Hudson looked at you with confusion. "Where are you off to?" She asks and you gulp.

"B-business..." You managed to stutter out. You rushed through the front door and saw Sherlock come out of a cab.

"[Y/N]. You didn't meet me?" You were going to open your mouth until you saw a women stand beside him. "[Y/N]?" Sherlock repeats and you flutter your eyes.

"S-sorry. I've been called out on business." Scattering, you heaved your bag into the cab they stepped out of.

"How long will you be gone?" He asks.

"I don't know..." You tell him and get into the cab, slamming the door.

You couldn't tell Sherlock Holmes you were pregnant and it was most certainly his. No way.

Besides, he looked as if he was going to get busy with another woman.

The thought made you feel sicker. You loved him. You always had.

--25 months later--

You sat in your rocking chair with your two twins, Mary and Tom.

There was a gentle breeze outside and the sun was slowly retreating to make way for the moon again.

Placing the twins back in their cot, you hear the doorbell ring.

Rushing to the door, you open it, only to reveal Sherlock and John.

You freeze.

"[Y/N]! We're glad we caught you. Can we come in?" John asks and you slowly nod your head.

John walks past you and Sherlock locks eyes with you.

"[Y/N]... How have you been?" Sherlock asks and you luck your lips.

"Fine... You?" He gestured a 'yes' and you allow him to come inside.

Damn he had his collar of his coat up today. In that sexy way.

You bit your lip and make your way inside.

"Babysitting?" John asks, pointing at the bottles of milk. You shrug.

"Sort of..." You smile and out of the corner of your eye, you notice Sherlock staring at the twins and you rush over.

"You didn't have children the last time we came here..." He comments and frowns at you. Swallowing hard, you pause.

"Well... I look after them... Sometimes." You lied. They were with your Mother one weekend.

Sherlock peers his head down and tilts his head.

"Dada!" Mary yells and your eyes widened, Sherlock freezing.

"D-did he just call me...?" Sherlock looks at you.

"Y-yes..." You sigh.

"Hang on... Am I... Am I... The... Father?" He asks, with a little fear.

"Well... You could... say that..." He gasps and leans down towards the twins. "I'm sorry, I should've told you!"

"N-no, it's fine... I just." Sherlock smiles. "They're beautiful." Simpering, you gaze at Sherlock.

"Really?" Nodding, Sherlock had a wide grin on his face.

"Yes... I love them both. And you too." You slowly turn your head to him and look to the floor.

"You... I... I love you too." Sherlock pressed his thumb again your chin and pulled your face up so you met his eyes.

"Mama, Dada!" Tom screeched and you both chuckled.

And warmth spread through your heart.