Expectant - Request
Requested by anon:
could you do a Reader x Sherlock where she finds out she’s expecting and Sherlock has no idea how to react for awhile? Thank you :-)
Also, another anon requested for a fluffy one with Sherlock so…
Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.
Word count: 2,807
A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.
never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week –
or at least not one Sherlock cared about.
With his fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every moment.
(Y/N) was tiding it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.
“You know you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.
“I know, I just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.
“Anxiety?” She shook her head.
“Maybe I’m just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.
“I knew I wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.
“Bored? You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast with your instrument.”
Sherlock didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.
“Show off.” She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes and dusted the furniture.
Sherlock couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following her.
She was resplendent yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”
(Y/N) looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”
“Why are you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we always do.”
“Maybe it’s all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.
“You’ve followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing and stood still, following her every move.
“Maybe I’m getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.
“Impossible.” He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”
“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With each second that passes.”
Sherlock sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.
Sherlock stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting and reading a newspaper.
“There’s something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.
Watson, who knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it would be impossible for him not to react.
“You’ve read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.
“I like to re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.
“Guess that’s a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes, “But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”
“She’s your girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.
“She’s your friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.
“She’s not sick.”
“How can you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood pressure? Her…”
“She’s fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently for her to get out.