Five months later.......

Caroline was sitting on the couch, a hand resting gently on her rather large stomach as she relaxed. Soaking in the rare, warm sunshine that shone though the small window.

"How's my two Watsons and my Missus?" John asked with a soft smile as he came over. Sitting down besides her.

"Rather tired doctor." Came her reply. "Can't say the same for them though." She added, gesturing affectionately to her belly. "They've been up and at it since three in the morning."

He gave a chuckle in reply, kissing her head. "Not surprising, they usually do this far into the last trimester."

She shook her head with a slight smile. "I just want them out." She said playfully. "If they're going to be in there any longer, they'll have to pay rent."

John smiled brightly, finding the joke funny. "Don't know if they'll agree to that." He said, the twins giving a hard kick in response. As if in agreement. Though it made their mother wince.

"Think I'll go for a walk, get them to settle down." Caroline murmured, her mood slightly dulled now as she was tired. And to others, she would seem grumpy.

"You can't," Watson tells her, shaking his head to indicate no. "You're on bed res-" He added, only to be cut off by an annoyed look from his wife and Sherlock butting in.

"It'll be fine, she's with me." Holmes stated, shrugging on a long, black coat that was equally as famous as his hat. Giving her a slight wink when his companion wasn't looking.

"Yeah, that's what I'm worried of"... the doctor mumbled with a sigh, reluctant to let her go. Though he did.

          (Timeskip, later on that evening .....

"Sherlock ".... Caroline said urgently as she slowed down behind him. A pained look in her eyes as she tried to catch up. "I really think we should stop"..

The detective shook his head. "Nonsense, we're almost there." He replied, unaware momentarily. Of the condition she was in as he continued on.

"Sherlock," She snapped again, giving a grunt of pain as she held her stomach. Gently rubbing it. "WE should STOP."

That finally got his attention and he turned around. "Oh"... He said with slightly wide eyes. Deducing immediately, what was the problem. "I'll call John".. He added quickly.

"No".. She said in annoyance, wincing at another hard contraction. Which were slowly getting closer. "There's, no time, for that."

"Then, we'll have to do it here." He stated calmly, though his hands were shaking.

Mrs. Watson's eyes widened. "I'm not giving birth in an alleyway, it's not safe!" She protested in a panicked tone. "Not to mention dirty and it's about to rain!"

He shrugged, giving a sigh. "Follow me, I know of a place." Sherlock told her, taking her hand quickly and leading her on. This, was going to be a long night.

                                           ****

"Gah, I want John!" Caroline cried in a whimper, hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. Which Holmes told her were 'perfectly fine and clean '. Or at least mostly anyways. They had stopped at one of his 'buddy's' houses, and it looked more like a meth lab than a home. Though it was better than being out on the streets in the rain.

"Almost there"... He replied, ignoring her statement. Though, unknown to her, John was already on the way.

"Don't believe you." She snapped, breathing ragged a little, as she tried to rest a short minute. Giving another cry as she pushed.

"It'll be fine," Sherlock reassured her, giving her his hand which she slapped away. "I can see the head."

"What'd you know." She whimpered. "And why didn't you call John? At least he's a doctor!"

"You told me not to." He said, trying to concentrate on helping her. Though it seemed to him, she didn't want his help. He checked the watch on his wrist, before glancing back at Caroline. John should soon be here. He thought to himself as he gave a slight grin. And so would be Sherlock Jr. Hopefully anyways.

Though they already told him they picked the names ....

A/N:
Part three? :)