[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

"Sherlock is pretty much the most miserable Alpha in the world, I mean, he's got John Watson, top-notch John, you're dull yourself, but no matter how humble and denying you are, you're a porno with a lead in your ass Doll, anytime, anywhere, just a little spark can detonate your marker. Even if you have a baby now, your charm value will not be weakened at all, but will be even higher. Do you know why? Elders have A word of advice, ripe fruit is more mellow, Omega who has experienced sex and has been trained by Alpha, if placed in my romantic field, it will be a big diamond with radiant brilliance..."

John, wearing a light green thermal overcoat and a thick cardigan underneath, sat in a comfortably upholstered armchair - the sofa was too soft for his newly delivered pelvis, and the chair The cushions were dotted with small golden tassels, and John stared puzzledly at Stanford who was talking on the opposite side of him, "I don't understand, what exactly are you trying to express?"

"I'm just chatting nonsense, I'm not trying to coax you back to my brothel, I can't coax you away, you are no longer unwanted John Watson, you are now someone's darling." Stanford leaned back On the back of the sofa, big fat hands spread out, stretched out on the back of the chair, like this is his living room and John's face is the high-definition TV in his living room, "But I heard you and Sherlock are isolated."

"It's not isolation... It's just that we strictly control the time of meeting." John looked melancholy at the small bed in the confinement room. The baby who had just been born for 3 days was sleeping soundly and securely on the mattress. The little guy was very happy. Greedy, drinking John's nectar-like fresh milk twelve or even thirteen times a day.

It's like John Watson owed his little baby in a previous life.

If John can have a close Alpha beside him to assist him in his daily life, John's confinement period will be much easier, such as understanding John's temporarily unable to bend his spine, helping him put on clothes, trousers, cotton socks and shoes, or When he was using the milking machine, he helped him rub his sore shoulders. Unfortunately, his Alpha didn't grow up, and staying by John's side would only bring danger to John.

John is very uncomfortable with the female nanny Mycroft hired for him, and will cook confinement soup for him. There is no complaint about this, but John is unwilling to breastfeed in front of her, and every time he has to search for things that sound wrong. Such a stingy excuse to drive her away, John still can't let go of unbuttoning his clothes in front of outsiders, his full breasts and pink nipples are so beautiful, so it doesn't need to be burdensome, just looking at it can make Sherlock lose control Turning over an entire iron frame bed, that's what the idiot detective really did, almost tore down half the room in order to throw John down, the consequences can be imagined, yes, as Stanford said, Sherlock was forcibly quarantined by Mycroft.

Without Mycroft's consent, if Sherlock wants to meet John privately, he has to learn from the prince in Rapunzel, treat the water pipe as the princess's long hair, and climb a high tower called the hospital in the moonlight.

Obviously John felt sorry for him doing this, but there was nothing he could do, Sherlock's alpha instinct was awakened, and John was simply a lamb waiting to be slaughtered under the tip of his nose.

As the culprit who caused the riot, he sat in a chair worriedly, his fingers habitually stroking his lips, he missed Sherlock so much, he had so much joy, so much coquettishness, he wanted to talk to Sherlock endlessly Yes, after he came out of the delivery room, he was completely reborn, and realized a kind of unprecedented happiness, a kind of strong touch of creating a new life, the little baby's frowns, smiles, frowns, and grunts, John is so eager to follow Sherlock was tired of sharing.

Stanford and he were chatting about each other. He specifically put aside his business and took time to come over to take a look at John's bean sprouts baby. He also prepared a birth gift, a small green wind chime with many small teddy bears hanging from it.

"You know what I'm thinking, John, to be honest, this is a very bad thing. You are segregated from Sherlock, which is tantamount to giving him an excuse in disguise to let him eat."

John quickly recovered from the scenery outside the window, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Stealing, cheating, cheating, looking for mistresses."

John stared at him with big innocent eyes, "You're kidding me."

"You're in confinement now, even though you're going to be out of the hospital in a few days, you still have to restore your birth canal, ahem, I mean, restore your bodily functions, I'm not proficient in this, but I never Those Omega who defected to me have learned that you must not have too much interaction with Sherlock for at least 4 months."

"I know, my doctor told me." John shuddered involuntarily in his chair at the mention of his miserable birth canal.

The process of giving birth was more difficult than he imagined (it was life and death!!), but the happiness that followed was also more frenzied and overwhelming than he imagined. John once again cast a warm smile in the direction of the baby , if Sherlock can be by his side, this moment will definitely be more beautiful and romantic.

"4 months, John, do the math with your little finger, 4 months, 120 days, an Alpha with a normal libido will not have sex for 120 days..."

"What's the matter, before he met me, he was in a relationship for 27 years." John broke the news casually.

"Oh!" Stanford paused for a few seconds, looking at John in surprise, "Really! Is what you said true! Sherlock has been dangling in front of my eyes for so many years, and he has always been a virgin? How is this possible!"

John smiled softly, "Maybe he's a freak, no Omega around him would accept him."

"No, you and I both know that's not the case. Alphas never need to get nods from Omega's. Just wait until Omega is in heat and Alpha is watching. Then everything will fall into place. No Omega has the ability to refuse in heat. An Alpha."

"I refused."

"How did you do it?" Stanford was even more surprised just now, seeing that the people he knew around him were all remarkable people.

"Willpower?" John replied uncertainly.

"I'm talking about some tricks. I'm an Omega. Every time I'm in heat, I feel paralyzed. Let alone resisting, it's even hard to stand up."

"Actually... there is no trick. Put the suppressant closer. It's better to press it under the pillow as a talisman." John joked. Without the blessing of inhibitors, his little baby can now sit firmly on his lap and babble like a human being.

Stanford shrugged, "My girlfriend and I have a pretty stable relationship, and I don't need to use inhibitors on her. Since you're not worried about Sherlock having an affair at all, there's no problem. When will you get married?"

John fell silent quickly when he encountered this question, his face became cloudy and uncertain.

"Don't tell me that you have already helped him give birth to the child, and the meticulous milk is in his arms every day, but he still doesn't plan to marry you?"

"I haven't decided yet."

"Did he not take the initiative to talk to you?"

"He said it once or twice... I didn't have that thought."

"You're a fool, John, don't underestimate Alpha, they turned their faces more thoroughly than the weather in Ireland, you haven't tied him up in the name of the law for a day, he can still go outside and find another Omega to vent his desires 80 years ago, Alphas could still have three wives and four concubines. Now this bad habit is still deeply rooted in their concept. It can’t get rid of. Monogamy has been promulgated by the Queen’s signature for so many years. How many Alphas are there that actually practice it? It is said that Omega is so scarce, but there are very few Alphas who know how to cherish it. Just those poor bastards in my Fengyue Field, who are discarded after being played with once, if I have the heart to take them in for me Every Omega in my family picked a star and sent it to comfort them, the night in London has long been empty, leaving only a large white water tank."

"Hmph..." John was almost reduced to a high-class whore waiting for Stanford to win a star.

"By the way, John, I actually came here today... Actually, I have something to tell you..." Stanford suddenly looked at John timidly, and immediately lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look directly at him blatantly, "I Met your sister a few days ago."

A trace of haze swept across John's face, hesitating whether to ask Stanford further, "How is she...?"

"It's fine, I mean, no sickness, no disaster, as for the rest of the... same old, confused, she's divorced, single now, living alone in a suburban house, looks like she's going back on welfare gone."

John doesn't speak.

Stanford coughed in embarrassment to ease the atmosphere, "I mentioned you to her, forgive me, John, I can't lie to her, since she is asking about her own brother, her only relative in this world, and I happen to Yes, I told him that you were fully marked, you were fully conceived, but I haven't had time to tell her that you gave birth, maybe you can tell her yourself, she asked me to pass this on to you. " Stanford reached into the inside pocket of his suit, took out a scratched mobile phone, and handed it to John, "She said she was sorry, and it was a present for you to return home late, and she would buy you a new one next time if she had the conditions. This has her number in it."

John squeezed the phone, he carefully looked at the marks engraved on the back of the phone, and the messy scratches on the charging port, "Thank you, Mike." John didn't say much.

"Finally call me that, old classmate." Stanford laughed heartily.

There were two knocks on the door, and John answered the door. John's personal nanny walked in with John's lunch on a tray. Stanford stood up from the chair, picked up the coat on the armrest, and expressed his intention to say goodbye, "I Don't bother you, John, you take a good rest, having a baby is a big project, but you don't look haggard at all, but radiant, I don't think you've ever been better, I'm so happy for you, you got your Alpha, You've got a baby, your life is back on track, and it's time to forgive your sister."

John didn't show any emotion at him.

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Before going to bed at night, John finished milking his little baby again. John teased the baby for a while, and gently picked up the baby's bud-like fingers. Not too much potential, creamy face, light eyebrows, dark chestnut hair, slightly curled up, although I haven't seen the world yet, but I have a bad temper, and when I want to be awake, no one can try to put me to sleep He, whoever interferes with him when he wants to sleep is like stepping on a land mine. Sherlock's genetic imprinting ability is too powerful. If the baby grows up a bit, it will probably be a shrunken version of Sherlock.

Such a perfect and beautiful little thing had been conceived in John's womb in October, and almost crushed John, before finally breaking out of his cocoon.

Incomparably precious, incomparably endearing.

John put the baby back in the cot, and slept on the soft, warm mattress himself. Sherlock won't be able to come see him until tomorrow with Mycroft's permission. John rolled over on his side, pulling the quilt up over his chin, and he slept soundly. Very familiar, half-dream and half-awake, outside the window into the night, so quiet that even the sound of breathing can be heard, John smiled subconsciously in the pillow, a mysterious hand hugged him from behind, Sherlock's Alpha smell Poured into the tip of John's nose, John pretended to be asleep patiently, warm palms penetrated into John's bed, stretched up from his thighs, passed through John's stomach, touched him through the clothes, John's stomach was a little fleshy due to pregnancy Dudu's small belly, he will lose weight after confinement, and become as elastic as before. Restless palms are placed on John's waist, and a heavy kiss is pressed on the end of John's hair.

John frowned, feeling a little weird, "Mrs. Hudson changed the laundry detergent for you? What strange smell is mixed with you?"

"You enjoyed it? Huh?" The voice was ghostly, very different from Sherlock's, several degrees higher.

John looked like he had been shot in the temple, and turned his head suddenly. Moriarty was sticking behind him with a horrible expression, holding John's waist, with killing intent in his eyes.

John immediately looked over to his crib.

The baby uttered milky dreams in the bed.

"I'm not interested in your illegitimate child. Babies are nothing fun. They will die if you touch them twice. I like weeds that are tenacious and unyielding. They can survive no matter how much they ravage them. If you uproot them and burn them to ashes with fire, then It’s just called fun.” Moriarty jumped out of bed, he was wearing a doctor’s white coat, it’s not hard to guess what identity he got in by, he stood at the end of the bed, took out two pieces of chewing gum from his pocket, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed "In the blink of an eye you are giving birth. It must be very painful to have a baby."

Moriarty looked at him sullenly, "But if you give birth to a child for your beloved, you can get through the pain. Have you ever wondered how many Omega in the world are willing to give birth to Sherlock Holmes?"

John sat up on the mattress, looking at him equally gravely.

"Why don't you gossip, why do I have the Holmes mark on me?" Moriarty tilted one corner of his mouth triumphantly, he is the most suitable type for a smirk, his pupils are filled with a thick fog of darkness, "Obviously he rubbed From me. How else?"

Moriarty watched John intently as he listened to him, admiring the confusion and anger in John's brows.

"And he's too good, shaking hands doesn't do the mark, and he drools all over me." Moriarty said, raising his arm and sniffing his sleeve, "Oh, it smells like Holmes sticky On me, he smelled alcoholic, like a serious chemist."

John sat on the bed, trying to maintain steady breathing, watching him warily.

"What do you want from me?"

"You gave birth, I came here to bring you a little present," Moriarty put an apple with "IOU" carved with a utility knife on the sheet at the end of the bed, and put his hands back into the pockets of his white coat, John didn't understand what he said meaning of the gift.

"what is this?"

"A warning."

Moriarty restrained his smirk, his pupils were covered with miasma, "I died once, but I came back to life, I will not let Holmes go this time, I returned from hell to the world with only one purpose, to get him How many naive Omegas are as stupid as you to believe that children are really the best bondage to tie Alpha's footsteps. You must know that there are countless shelters in London that specialize in adopting Omega abandoned by Alpha, and Omega has a milk-smelling brat in his arms. Your little butt is a forbidden area for him now, but mine is open to him. No Alpha can survive Omega's estrus. You have experienced it yourself. What do you think? ?”

"I don't care how determined you are, but Holmes is my Alpha. He died once and was saved by me. I didn't give birth to him to restrain him. I won't let you hurt a hair of Holmes again. .”

"Do you think I wanted to kill him from the very beginning?" Moriarty's incomprehensible expression made his heart sink, "I am the person who knows how to appreciate him the most. I didn't want him to die at first. The only one in the world who can deserve him He is my only Alpha, if he can't mark me, then why should I let him live."

John stared at him impassively.

Moriarty pursed his lips, with an innocent look on his face, "Let's settle the matter, first of all, he made an appointment to go on a blind date with me, and then you intervened so ignorantly that I missed him, according to logic Speaking of which, you are the third party. You ruined the good marriage between me and Holmes. We were just one step away from getting married, but you came to usurp the marriage while pregnant. This kind of bad thing will be subject to moral public opinion wherever it is placed. , you are the mistress, and I am the wife, it's not that I'm haggling with you, but, you, grab, go, I, oh, Alpha."

"I never snatched him. He followed me like a piece of melted taffy. I couldn't even shake him off."

Moriarty scowled, "You've got to learn a lesson for saying that too proudly. I'm going to make you cry, John Watson, crying heartbroken, regretting that you shouldn't have anything to do with the names Holmes and Moriarty."

John watched him go with his own eyes, and the yellowed apple placed at the end of the bed made John's heart pound. John gasped deeply on the bed, looking at the utility knife that fell beside his pillow, it was the "confession" left by the cruel demon.

He could have slit John's throat but he didn't.

It means that there is a more cruel conspiracy than John's life waiting for John to reveal. John lifted the quilt, put his legs down, picked up the baby on the crib, kissed him twice on the forehead, and hugged the baby in his arms. Between his arms, he sat restlessly on the edge of the bed.

Now with him is only his dependent child.

And John hoped that the dawn would come sooner, waiting for the first ray of light to cut through the sky, and he wanted to go back to 221B and wait by Sherlock's side.