I'm terribly sorry for leaving this story for so long.

Sherlock had always tried to keep his promises. But he didn't have formal training on giving birth and Richard just had to have complications didn't he?

He listened to Richard's pain and recalled his own which seemed less intense in his recollections. He watched almost uselessly as the baby came and it was a large one, just like it's Alpha daddy. Twelve pounds of baby in fact. Sherlock's eyes were wide in surprise as he watched Richard wipe it clean and hold it close.

Exhausted and sore Richard allowed Sherlock to use the knife, the very same one he'd intended to kill Sherlock with, to cut the umbilical cord. As he did so Sherlock noticed the blood dripping onto the floor.

"Hello there dumpling." Richard said smiling tiredly at the baby his murderous eyes unusually happy and warm. "I'm just going to have a nap. Then you'll me your big stupid Da." He said his eyes closing.

Backing away quietly Sherlock almost trips over Richard's pregnancy trousers. The accidental kick to the material frees Richard's mobile. Sherlock picks the phone up gingerly, uncertain if Richard is faking, sleeping or possibly dead.

He slips out of the room and sends a text.

This ending might not be the best but I try to give all my stories an end. This story grew and changed a lot as I wrote it and honestly I sort of fell out of love with it on the way. But that's not the reason I stopped writing recently. My mother was ill, had been for a very long time and she died. She meant a lot to me. This series is finished with but I'm going to try and finish my other projects and write something new soon.