Hello my good chums, it's been a while. Basically, I've returned to this story after a year (it's been so long *cries) and have just realised how many grammatical errors there are - what can I say, I was young and inexperienced. Now that I'm a crazy grammar Nazi, I'll be updating the story with the correct grammar so it is more readable. Also, after reading more into the Sherlock fandom, I'll be making a few changes in the story. I'll sadly be replacing Blue with Gladstone, as he is actually a canon dog in the Sherlock Holmes movie and James' middle name will be changed from Winston to Hamish. I hope you do not hate me for this. Anyways, enjoy!

"James and Amelia."

John stopped typing on his laptop and stared at Sherlock. The dark hair man was sprawled across the sofa, reading a book on astronomy; his swollen, heaving stomach gently moving up and down as he breathed. The two hadn't spoken for weeks ever since the "incident" where Sherlock had been carrying out an experiment without John's knowledge and somehow ended up pregnant. For some strange reason, he'd blamed John and they'd both been distant up until this very moment.

"What?"

"James and Amelia" Sherlock said again, his eyes still fixated on the book, "James if it's a boy and Amelia if it's a girl."

"I thought you didn't want to bother with names until the baby was born."

"I don't but seeing as you're looking online for advice, I thought I'd just save you the trouble."

"How did you know I was-?"

"Oh come on John, it's obvious from a hundred miles. First of all you're slouching, you never slouch when you're on your laptop except when in deep concentration or in this case when you're looking for something. Secondly, you're barely typing at all, you're scrolling down the page as if you're reading a list of some sort, no doubt a list of suitable baby names and third of all, I checked your online history and found over a hundred websites providing unique and unusual names for infants. Need I go on?"

John growled. He really needed to start deleting his history.

"So what if I'm looking? I just want a name I'm comfortable with."

"And there you have it. James or Amelia. Nice, neat, short names."

"Yes but…aren't they a little...?"

"A little what?"

"…formal?"

"Well do you have any other suggestions?"

"Well, I found this one good website" John replied, scrolling down the list again, "For boys, how about…Henry?"

"Too friendly."

"Okay, what about…Ben?"

"Too boring."

"…Jack?"

"Old fashioned."

"Thomas?"

"Snobbish."

"Okay, forget boys," John scrolled down some more, "How about Charlotte for a girl?"

"Plain, very plain…"

"Amanda?"

"Pernickety."

"Abbie?"

Sherlock didn't even need to reply.

"Alright," John finally admitted defeat, closing up his laptop, "Why James and Amelia?"

"Well it's quite simple. James makes him sound intelligent without making him sound stuck up and Amelia is short and sweet."

"Oh come on Sherlock…"

"James and Amelia," Sherlock repeated with a sharp tone to his voice, "take it or leave it."

John sighed and shook his head, he hated it when the hormones kicked in. Sherlock Holmes was as stubborn as a mule, pregnant or not pregnant.

This was going to be a long nine months.