lazy-sans-juli

John awoke to a soft rattling from downstairs, his eyes feeling heavy as he forced them opened. He'd just gotten to sleep not even a few hours ago and he'd thought Sherlock had gone to sleep aswell, but apparently not. Getting from his bed, he slipped on his robe and tying it loosely around his abdomen, letting it hang off his shirtless frame. "For Gods sake." He murmured, blinking slowly as he descended down the stairs and looked around for the sound which was getting louder and louder. It sounded like a rustle and then a small thump, over and over. "Sherlock?" He asked, rubbing his eyes as he looked around the empty living room. "Are you aw

Sherlock hummed a made up tune. His fingers tapped together as though it were a dance, his brilliant blue eyes darting back and forth across the room. He looked at the clock again. It has been half a minute since he last checked it. He hummed again, not quite aware of the pace in which his fingers tapped together. A sigh of relief escaped him. John had come home. "Lets have a baby." John dropped the tea cup he had been holding. "Excuse me – wh – what was that?" "A baby, John." Sherlock hissed in his best 'don't be an idiot' voice. "Let's have a baby!" "Sherlock – why would we – we, by the way – yes, two men –