[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

John's first heat was when he was 11 years old. He had to put on his school uniform by 7:45 every morning and catch the school bus after breakfast, but he couldn't get up that day anyway.

John lay helplessly under the quilt, pouted his little butt high into the air, and watched the alarm clock on the bedside table turn from 7:7 to 30:[-], John grabbed the pillow restlessly, turning his blushing face Covered it up, twisted his body, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, his little butt was hot, and some inexplicable things kept flowing, his whole body was limp, and he couldn't use any strength, John stuck his head in the mattress and was so uncomfortable that he was dying , that kind of discomfort is indescribable, it has nothing to do with physical pain at all, there is no pain in his body, but it is more difficult than pain, he wants to lick something for no reason, preferably harder.

He'd never experienced anything like this before, and John felt ashamed and weird about all the dirty thoughts he'd had this morning, and he'd be late if he kept lounging in his little room like this.

His Alpha father and Alpha sister started a riot downstairs for no reason. The elder sister sat at the dining table in her high school uniform and gritted her teeth, and then his father stood restlessly in front of the entrance, fastening and untying his tie, while walking Spy upstairs.

Thankfully, my mother was at home. She had already expected that there would be such a day. One day John’s physique would cause him to burn all over the bed, and it would not be because of a fever or cold. The water cup squeezed into the room, and quickly locked the door behind the father and sister who were on the verge of losing control.

Mom looked at him worriedly and lovingly. John was sobbing innocently under the quilt, looking almost mature. Mom fed him the inhibitor, stroked his back carefully, and waited for the medicine to take effect. She sat beside John's crib and told a little story in a charming way.

It was at that moment that John knew that if he grew up, in some future, he could conceive a child.

Not even one.

oh my god.

John returned to the difficult summer of 11 years old in a long dream. It was the most complicated and difficult summer in his life. When he was in heat, his smell was 20 times or 30 times stronger than that of ordinary Omega. After his first estrus, his potential was completely revealed, and he couldn't restrain it. Every pore was exuding sweet and sticky. Since he was 11 years old, he was destined to be different from others, and he had to rely on it every day. Inhibitors protect themselves not just in estrus.

Under such circumstances, he still insisted on joining the army and became a little military doctor who held a medicine box in his right hand and a revolver in his left hand amidst the artillery fire, just because someone needed him on the battlefield.

He thought he had been asleep for a whole century, and his eyelids were heavy with lead, and he couldn't lift them up. John moved his fingers, and his sensory perception gradually began to recover from the fingertips. He fluttered his eyelashes, opened his eyes, and his vision was hazy.

"Sherlock…" John whispered.

Slowly adjusting his blurry vision to a clear state, the blue pupils reflected Mycroft's figure sitting upright beside his bed, the little black umbrella held by his hand in a serious manner, and his proud legs raised.

"He's not dead."

Mycroft's tone was firm and sonorous, indicating that he was not lying, and John's heart hanging in his throat returned to its original place, and he breathed a sigh of relief before moving on to the second thing.

John lifted his iron-like heavy arm outside the quilt, which was filled with infusion tubes. He stroked his stomach through the quilt, stroking back and forth uneasily, and it was still swollen. At this moment, John found his ten The fingers were covered with ointment and wrapped with a layer of gauze.

"You were in a coma for 3 days and 3 nights, and almost died, one dead and two dead." Mycroft downplayed John's surviving, "You should be thankful that the child was saved, otherwise I wouldn't waste my time sitting here and visiting you. "

John was a little dry. He looked up at the blood transfusion bag hanging on the shelf. He had been out of the operating room for 3 days. He was unconscious in the ward and still needed blood transfusion to support his life, which meant that John’s bleeding was serious. He used to be a doctor. Experience told me that he might really be rescued from death.

John asked where Sherlock was.

"He's busy with other things."

John was devastated by that grim remark, thinking that the first person he'd see when he opened his eyes was a frisky Sherlock Holmes.

"You will continue to stay in the hospital for another week to give birth and take care of your body. You are very weak now, and you might die if you blow some wind out of the window."

"How's Sherlock?"

"Hm? Hmph, he dug up from the ground three days ago, used electric shock therapy to revive his heartbeat, pulled out the infusion tube by himself after sleeping in the hospital for a day, pried a car in the parking lot and sneaked away."

John blinked at the ceiling, "Sounds like he's in good spirits."

"He came yesterday, took a look at you, and left again, maybe he will come later today." Mycroft turned to a very sad tone, "But, John, don't expect too much, let alone He has too many expectations, my brother, he has anti-social personality, cold personality, no love, you know that."

Mycroft is so busy that he must rush to his office in Buckingham Palace to continue to maintain the operation of the British government.

John was left alone in the ward, and the nurse came to check his infusion bag every half an hour, stayed and left in a hurry.

John waited for him all day and all night.

Early the next morning, before 8 o'clock, John was woken up. Mycroft brought Lestrade over to see him. The sheriff brought him a smiling cake. In the already pale and monotonous ward Added a bouquet of more white to dazzling lilies.

After some heart-warming greetings, the sheriff and the officials sat on the two single sofas next to the hospital bed, and within two minutes they started making a fuss.

"You are really good, sheriff, take an 8-month pregnant woman to a waterfall far away to have a shootout, rock climbing, next time you want to ask him to go to the sewer to fight drugs."

"Don't put all the blame on me, if he doesn't come to rescue the great freak detective! You can only collect your brother's body now!"

"As long as your subordinates have some useful IQ, they won't involve a pot-bellied woman running off to the wilderness. I began to wonder if the whole of Scotland Yard is more suitable for raising frogs."

"I think this is my negligence. Your brother was given empathy drugs. The empathy drugs can suppress Alpha's smell. That's why I can't smell him so close. Sulfur was mixed in the soil where he was buried. , so even the police dogs were hidden from the past. I did dereliction of duty, I will pay for it, and my bonus and paid leave for this year are estimated to be all deducted. I wrote more than 30 pages of review report to the director. Typing like crazy..."

"I saw..."

"How could it be in your hands!"

"I made an appointment with the chief of police for afternoon tea, and he just kept it with me, and then put it on the table."

"You told him to put it on the table!"

John leaned on the mattress, watched the two of them bickering in a small world, and couldn't help interrupting, "Sorry, I want to ask, where is Sherlock?"

The two people in front of them were stunned for a moment, then resentfully suppressed all their affectionate voices, and the ward was suddenly filled with silence.

John is like an underage girl who couldn't help being seduced and sacrificed herself indiscriminately. She was pregnant by irresponsible gangsters, but the parents couldn't find the culprit, so they faced him helplessly.

Mycroft coughed awkwardly in such a stiff atmosphere: "He's busy..."

"What the hell is he up to?"

"case."

Lestrade thoughtfully echoed, "Yes, doctor, he's busy with a case. He told me a long time ago that his first love was the case, and his lover was the corpse. He spent his days immersed in the case, and he was a machine to solve the case." machine."

John stared at them both, then looked down and sighed, "But I want to see him."

"Maybe he'll come later." The words Lestrade said seemed familiar and had been heard yesterday, causing John to feel intense depression for no reason.

Mycroft and Lestrade bothered for 40 minutes, and then was told by the nurse that the visiting time was over, and John watched the back of the two of them leaving the door of the ward, lying quietly for 2 minutes.

He sat up with his arms propped up, pulled over the infusion stand, and was wearing a pair of elastic cotton trousers under the button-up hospital gown. The moment he sat on the edge of the bed, he unexpectedly felt the long-lost fetal movement. John smiled happily, A heart was finally comforted, the baby was still fussy as always, and was developing healthily in his womb with sufficient amniotic fluid, John felt at ease for this.

He put on fur slippers and picked up the thick sweater on the chair. The infusion tube was stuck in his arm and couldn't reach into the sleeve. He simply draped the sweater over his shoulders. The heating was on in the hospital and the temperature was comfortable.

John pushed open the door, and Mycroft and Lestrade had gone away. John walked slowly through the corridor with his belly out, and the nurses smiled softly at him as they passed him.

It has a round belly and a good shape, especially on a teddy bear. It is very pleasing to the eye. I don't know what kind of Alpha combiner sowed it in.

John lowered his head to avoid these envious eyes, sat in the patient's rest room, and looked at the scenery outside the window.

This place is much better than the backward and simple hospitals in India. It is clean and hygienic, but for some reason, John somehow feels that he has returned to the past. Without anyone's company.

John had seen blood, corpses, and death - more than once.

His parents died right in front of his eyes, his lost sister didn't know what happened to John at this moment, he was helpless, John hugged his stomach, no, now it was no longer helpless, he still have this.

He didn't have a real home, nor a lot of money, but at least he had it.

A perfect little seed.

The offspring of him and his sweetheart.

John waited from sunrise to sunset, the stars dotted the dark night, and Sherlock still didn't come.

John lost and fell asleep alone, waiting for the new morning.

■

On the third day, Mycroft couldn't get away in the office, so he asked his blackberry female assistant to bring some clothes and daily necessities. John wandered in the yard dejectedly, circling the corridor aimlessly, circling back and forth, his thin sick There was a jacket over the uniform, and it was a bit cold, so I walked back after less than 15 minutes of walking.

The funny detail is that he now has to turn his body sideways when he presses the elevator, otherwise his stomach will hit the wall inlaid with buttons. John pushed the infusion stand, walked into the empty elevator, and waited for the elevator door to close. The metal door that was about to close suddenly came He stretched out a hand and pressed it, and a tall figure walked in.

John stepped aside.

It was just the two of them in the elevator.

A line of sight fell from the side, John turned his head, facing him, his heart throbbed heavily, he was not sure if he was hallucinating or real.

The exquisite eyes condensed the light of wisdom, "I am not a ghost, I am still alive." The corner of the arrogant mouth made a joke, and the voice was still low and charming, flowing out of the vocal cords like satin.

John returned the smile warmly.

For some reason, Sherlock couldn't face his smile, and deliberately looked away to the other side.

When the floor arrived, John walked out of the elevator with his stomach full, Sherlock Holmes, who survived the disaster, pacing beside him.

"What are you up to, detective."

Sherlock was still the same, inscrutable, "You know my habit, I never tell the fragmented clues before the mystery of the case is revealed."

John sat side by side with him on the bench in the hallway, with the infusion stand pushed aside, and Sherlock leaned against the wall with his coat pockets in his hands, lowering his eyes, eyes tempered with diamond light staring at his belly.

John rubbed his round belly at him, "Sherlock, I'm so worried I'm going to lose our little baby."

Sherlock was silent with him for a long time, and the process of speaking was difficult and difficult, and he said slowly, "... I got caught up in the case and didn't see you on the first day you woke up, but still... thank you You, John."

Sherlock managed to get the words out and looked a little awkward, as if he had never used the word thank you in his life.He must have said it a few times, but never with such sincerity as now.

Like a new foreign language just learned, the pronunciation is jerky and entangled on his tongue.

John felt that he was weird and something was wrong. John was naturally sentimental and intuitive, so he couldn't help but ask, "Sherlock, are you feeling unwell?"

Sherlock stared at him, his emotions hidden deeply, and there was almost no expression on his suffocatingly beautiful features, "Something went wrong."

"What's the problem?" John sat up straight.

"Don't worry, it's my problem."

"What the hell is it, Sherlock?" John was startled by him.

"I... I was given empathy drugs..."

"I know."

"I was saved, but to some extent the best time for rescue was delayed," Sherlock continued heavily. "I was under the soil for too long without oxygen, and with the side effects of empathy drug overdose, my brain was affected a bit."

"which aspect?"

Sherlock looked at him calmly as if he were describing bad luck that had happened to someone else, "Smell, I lost my sense of smell."

John's heart skipped a beat.

"is it serious?"

"Not being able to smell the smell will affect the balance of my limbs, but I still walk quite steadily, and the doctor said that there is a chance of recovery. I will recover in one month or two months, one year or two years, ten years or 20 years. .”

John was suddenly speechless, this was the weird feeling Sherlock gave him, now the relationship between the two of them was as if they had just said "nice to meet you", strange and indifferent, the distance between shoulders and shoulders was less than 10 centimeters, but John felt so far away from him.

"How have you been these two days?" Sherlock asked his roommate with concern.

I've been thinking about you every hour every minute every second.

John didn't say anything, he nodded, "It's fine, my body is recovering, I'm a little anemic, but as long as I take proper nutrition supplements, I'll be fine in ten days and half a month, and the baby... is fine, kicked me one time."

Sherlock stared at his stomach with a slight exclamation, like it was the first day he had seen such an amazing thing, "It's so big."

John held the baby in his belly sullenly, not knowing what to say.

"Unexpectedly, I made it big."

John glared at him angrily, "I've been pregnant for 8 months under your nose, what the hell are you talking about!"

"Since I tagged you, I've fallen into a mist and I can't control it. You stopped the inhibitors, and I've been living every day. I didn't wake up until today." There was no ups and downs in Sherlock's voice, and John was There was no emotion to be found in his cold words.

Grass.

John gritted his teeth and looked away from him, fucking Holmes.

"John, you saved me."

"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't be able to save it. You deserve to be buried in the ground."

"What do you mean by that? What's wrong with me?"

John stood up on the IV stand, "I'm going back to rest."

"I'm free at this time tomorrow morning. What do you need me to bring?"

"It's up to you, love comes or not."

John returned to the ward angrily, Sherlock's alpha breath lingered outside the ward for a few minutes, but he still didn't open the door to come in.

he left.

Standing by the window, John saw Sherlock's figure receding downstairs, he stretched out his arms to intercept a taxi, and the figure slipped inside.

John withdrew his gaze of attachment like a lookout stone, and sat back on the bed. He unbuttoned the hospital gown one by one, and looked at his bare belly. There was a thin black line on the white belly. , Sherlock used to lick obsessively from his private parts all the way up here and past John's chin, and pressed against John's hot lips.

But it seems that Holmes is still not in love with him, and his child, Sherlock has lost his sense of smell, which is equivalent to John losing his charm as an Omega, and he is no longer a sweet, erotic slut to Sherlock Instead, he was transformed into a grateful lifesaver.

As soon as he left, John hoped that he would actually come the next day.

■

Sherlock got his wish and came the next day.

John sat up against the head of the bed, the white quilt piled up on his lap.

Sherlock stared at his belly intently, exclaiming in surprise, "It's so big! John!"

"You can't greet me with that phrase every day!"

"I face this every day in 221B, but the feeling at that time is different from the feeling I have now." Sherlock maintained an extremely strong curiosity, with a pleading face, "Touch it for me."

"Touch your eggs!"

"I also have a share in this belly. Since you were 8 months pregnant, I have been looking at this belly for so long every day. It is more or less pleasing to the eye. I haven't touched it for two or three days. I am a little uncomfortable. I want to touch it now, but you must You have to nod your head."

John took a deep breath, and snorted coldly, he was reluctant to dedicate his little belly to a heartless heartless eye, but thinking that this was indeed something Sherlock gave to John, he should see it, John turned slowly, got off the bed, went over to the chair where Sherlock was sitting, lifted up the hospital gown, and held his stomach proudly in front of the tip of his nose.

Sherlock raised his eyelids in surprise, put one hand on it, and felt his belly, Sherlock rubbed John's soft belly with high-temperature palm prints, John bit his lower lip, Sherlock's palm stayed under the navel, and he couldn't help but reveal A smile of a pirate seeing a treasure.

"Double heartbeat." The detective said a little excitedly.

One is for John, and the other is for the naughty little devil.

"Yes."

Sherlock had had enough of exploring, he withdrew his hand, and John straightened his clothes and sat back on the bed.

Here is the picture of no morals ↓ (John doesn't have a ring yet, but I hope he can get a ring)

Sherlock intertwined his fingers and pressed them to his lips, "I've...never thought of marrying anyone in years."

John was as silent as an ant, listening.

"When I first took you out of the box, I just wanted you to be by my side, to read newspapers and watch TV in the apartment, to create the illusion that I was living with a high-class Omega, and to let me never stop. I was freed from the blind date, and then I found out," Sherlock paused, as if recalling something that he couldn't narrate, Sherlock's eyes flashed imperceptible tenderness, "On the night you were in heat, I I found that you are a dangerous hidden danger, you are indeed superior, and I hate children the most, if I am not careful, I will make a fake show with you, so I choose to send you away."

John waited for him to finish, and continued.

"After you left, I went back to my old life. I buried my head in work, took on mysteries, and got engaged to Moriarty until 6 years before Mycroft had his matchmaker's mouth grind my ears alive. A month later, one of my clients gave me a call, and I was going to settle the final payment with her, and she let me walk into a room, a room that I couldn't get out of after entering." Sherlock sat Under the blinds, flapping his thick eyelashes in the backlight, the eyelashes are very dark, as if they were wet, he continued to say in a low voice, "I walked in, you were lying on the bed with nothing on, grabbing your hands Wearing a bed sheet, wearing an oxygen mask, at a loss, as if waiting to be fucked, your smell made me dizzy, I admit that I was greatly shocked at the time, and many details can still be accurately recalled stand up."

Sherlock lowered the slender fingers sticking to his lips and rested them on the arm of the chair, his eyes drooping and he couldn't meet John's eyes looking directly at him, "I haven't been the original Sherlock Holmes since that night, when you moved a little away from me I can still maintain myself, think normally, breathe normally, and use my supreme logic meticulously, but as soon as I get close to you, I can't do it anymore. I know very well that I have fallen into A lingering fog, I am addicted to it, I can't get rid of it, my reason is shaken, I am restless, I have always been proud of my self-control ability, I can even resist [-]% cocaine but I can't resist you , I didn’t wake up like a dream until today.”

"You are amazing, John, whether it is your charm or your integrity, you are unparalleled. You saved the only Sherlock Holmes in the world, and the pheromones in your body also conquered Sherlock Holmes, but I think... there is still one among us." Something is missing."

Love.

John pursed his lips tightly and grabbed the sheet with his hands. He absolutely couldn't cry twice for the same person. John was more silent than a boulder on the Gobi, and he didn't want to talk to him.

Sherlock leaned on the back of the chair and looked at him, "I will be responsible for you after giving birth to the child, I am grateful to you, and I will repay you, I will entrust my brother, the child you give birth to will be well received Education, you can continue to live with me in 221B, we have a tacit understanding and chat very well, maybe we can become the best roommates in London."

John didn't know the look on his face, he thought Sherlock Holmes was ridiculous, but he couldn't bear to blame Holmes.No wonder this weird guy can't make friends in daily life, big idiot Holmes, John took a long breath with a nasal dragging voice, "You don't have to worry, when the baby is born, I will consider moving away with the baby, away from you, No more disturbing you."

"But you didn't bother me."

"Children will interfere with you."

Sherlock fell silent, he acquiesced.

He didn't owe John anything.

owe nothing.

Everything he did was John's will.