[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

Chapter 8

John left the hotel with a clean scent of soap and a natural Omega scent.

There is still half an hour before sunrise in London.

He wandered alone on the streets at dawn, no need to worry about attracting bees and butterflies anymore, he was marked, he had an owner, although the owner didn't want to keep him by his side, John Watson changed overnight In the future, he no longer needs to let inhibitors decide where he will go, and even in the difficult estrus period, other Alphas will no longer pay too much attention to him.

Because John will only be in heat with one person in the countless years of his long life in the future, and his superior smell will only be effective for one person, whether that person cherishes it or not, wants it or not, John Watson will is his.

Life is Sherlock Holmes's person, and death is Sherlock Holmes' ghost. Even if he stays in the garbage dump, it is exclusive to Sherlock Holmes, exclusive to him, and unwanted garbage.

"Hmph." Thinking of this, John sneered. He was bought back by Irene Adler in a nervous mood, but he didn't expect to go around and finally let Sherlock Holmes fall asleep.

It is destined that this kind of thing is really very evil.

He returned to the temporary residence of Fengyuechang, opened the door of his small room, and got in. He had no spare money, no so-called family, and even no friends. He only knew an old classmate in London who was eager to use him to attract customers. , unreliable pimp and human trafficker Stanford.

John threw the keys on the table and sat in the chair tiredly. He frowned. The small petals on the back were still very sensitive, and his whole body was numb when touched. He sat quietly on the sofa chair, resting his fingers on his forehead Looking forward, out of focus and fixed on the curtain, John's only relative in this world, his own sister, Harriet Watson, flashed through John's mind, but he didn't want to go to his sister.

It's best not to see my sister again in this life. As long as I don't see her face, John won't go back to the day his parents got into a car accident again and again. Rescued and returned.

Parents were not so lucky.

Since then, the people who loved John deeply in the world no longer exist. John hopes that someone can love him, and he can meet someone who treats him sincerely on this vast and crowded earth, so that he doesn't have to live so empty and boring, without a sense of belonging.

The feeling that no one needs John Watson is too bad, which makes John a little unbearable, pessimistic and desperate about life, but he must be strong and cheer up, because he is a tenacious soldier, and he can overcome any difficulties.

Hold your head high.

Go forward.

A few days later, Stanford asked him to have lunch in a nearby cafe, and he was extremely surprised to smell John's new smell, "Oh my God, you've been marked so hard! And it's not the smell of the raging queen! I've smelled it She smells like roses."

"Give me back my certificate. I want a serious job. I don't want to pick up customers for you, and I don't want to be an intern apprentice. I want a regular job that allows me to show my skills. I am completely qualified to be an attending doctor. Putting plaster casts on and performing complex surgeries in major hospitals."

Stanford kept twitching his nose like a collie, "Wait a minute, John! This is on you!" Stanford was still immersed in his new marked body odor, "This on you is very similar to a friend of mine!"

John couldn't escape even if he evaded it, the smell infused into him by the Marker was so clear and deep that even John himself could smell it.

He couldn't smell his own scent, but the smell of Sherlock in his hair, in his pores, deep inside him was so strong it would smoke himself.

"My God!" Stanford propped the table close to him, and sat back in his chair with his fat ass.

"My God! This is clearly the smell of Sherlock Holmes! I have dealt with him many times, and I will never be mistaken. Didn't you follow Irene, a powerful Alpha woman, away that night? How come, how come Will..." Stanford was dumbfounded, the balls of wool in his head were tangled and knotted.

"Yes, I slept with Sherlock Holmes, don't disturb others by being surprised."

Stanford stared in disbelief, "The first man in your life who slept with you was Sherlock Holmes, but as far as I know, he's going to marry the Moriarty family next month, get married or something, cough, John, with you With an upright personality, you can't tolerate this kind of person who wants to marry and steal food, why do you accept him?"

John pinched the coffee cup unwillingly, wanting to break the handle, "I didn't tell me he was getting married until he was asleep."

"Oh..." Stanford had nothing to say, he could only comfort John with a half-smile, "But thinking about it from another angle, it is still good, for example, you are now marked by a powerful Alpha, and you are not a woman , no one will laugh at you for giving birth to a woman, and when you walk on the street, no one will want to rape you one after another. It's good, and you are not in estrus so you can't get pregnant. You Now that you are free, I can introduce you to the work of the hospital."

"So the documents will be returned to me?"

"John, we are so familiar, don't mention such hurtful conditions..."

"Didn't Irene Adler give you money, don't be so greedy, Mike Stanford, you don't have to expect me to join your brothel one day." John firmly picked up the cup and sipped the black coffee inside, he was extremely firm.

As firm as train tracks.

He didn't change his mind until 10 days later.

John squinted his eyes and sat on the toilet, apparently not waking up. He had to go to a big hospital for an official interview today, so he deliberately got up early.

I don't know why his state was a little low. He stood up and propped himself on the sink, so sleepy and tired. He picked up the toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste on it, brushed his teeth in a daze, and then tried his best with mint-flavored mouthwash. To wake himself up, he suspected that he didn't sleep well last night, resulting in poor spirits.

John finished washing his face and walked out of the bathroom. He suddenly stood motionless at the door of the bathroom, his stomach churning, and he ran back to the sink with nausea in his throat, and he vomited.

John cleaned the sink and washed his cheeks again. He opened the closet, took down the electronic thermometer and put it in his mouth. He picked it up after a while and checked it. He didn't have a fever, not a cold.

John held the thermometer and looked at the mirror blankly. He blinked slightly, unable to convince himself. He rummaged through the medicine box with trembling hands, and smashed all the contents and pills in the box on the tiled floor. John brute force Tear off the wrapping paper of the pregnancy test stick and take a deep breath.

He was shaking all over.

John stood next to the toilet and took off his pants. He had solved it once, but he could pee a little more. The urine was filtered through the pregnancy test stick. John wiped the pregnancy test stick with a paper towel, put it on the toilet tank, and pulled it down. Flush the water gate, wash your hands, and wait quietly with your back to the pregnancy test stick.

He had to wait for a long, agonizing minute.

It seems that time has been frozen for a century, and every second is so difficult.

John was a little out of breath, he ran into the room, picked up the wine bottle on the table, poured half a glass of whiskey, without adding water or ice, and just gulped it down to strengthen his courage.

His heart was pounding, his mouth was dry, and he went back to the bathroom step by step.

He stood in front of the toilet, "No."

He said the prayer softly.

"Please do not."

John finally reached over to pick up the pregnancy test. He glanced at the data on it, licked his lips, dropped his hand, and smiled.

He closed his eyes in an instant, unable to accept the reality, the laughter just now was a helpless and bitter smile that he had no choice but to take fate.

"FUCK..." John cursed under his breath while holding the pregnancy test stick.

There are two bright red lines on the pregnancy test stick.

John Watson, poor John Watson, won the first bid, and he got pregnant.

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John sat absent-mindedly in the office, looking at the sunlight outside the window. A seed was planted in his stomach. This seed will slowly take shape and develop in his body. After 10 months, it will break out of the ground. There will also be an arrogance that is very similar to that of the sower.

The dean consulted him with his resume and tapped his desk on the desk.

"Huh?" John came back to his senses, adjusted his suit and tie, "Sorry, what did you just say?"

"Do you have field experience?"

"Yes, I served as a military doctor in the Northumberland Regiment for six years."

"Very good, soldier, soldier, you must be able to bear hardships and stand hard work. What our hospital needs are not only skilled specialists, but also laborers who can work hard. Our hospital is under great pressure. You Can you adapt to overtime?"

"There should be no problem."

"Do you have any discomfort in your body, such as diabetes, heart disease and the like."

"Not at all. I have trouble walking in the rain, but it doesn't affect much."

"Are you married?"

"No."

"Your boyfriend agrees with you? You have to be on duty, sometimes you have to be on night shift, and sometimes you may have to sleep in the hospital and watch the patient for ten and a half months in case of major surgery. This may affect the relationship between you and your partner. "

"There's no problem with that."

The dean stared at him discerningly, "Is your boyfriend by your side?"

John, with the smell of "I have a boyfriend, although he is very caring and doesn't want me, please do not disturb", also looked back at him, "It doesn't matter whether he is by my side, my education and experience can make me happy." Can handle this job."

"You're right, I just gossiped out of curiosity, I'm sorry, then you are majoring in university..."

John withdrew his concentrated expression, covered his mouth, and stood up from his chair in a panic.

The dean subconsciously pointed to the separate bathroom in the office, and John rushed in and closed the door.

Damn it!Damn pregnancy reaction!Nauseous all day long, obviously there is nothing in my stomach worth throwing up!

John struggled after being buried in the washbasin for a long time.

He sighed deeply in front of the mirror, picked up the water from the tap, washed his face, wiped it off with a paper towel, and went out.

The dean sat in the chair and kept tapping the folder with the tip of the pen, and turned the chair to look at him with questioning eyes. The resume had been closed, and John immediately understood that he was fired before he went to work.

John sat covering his face in the coffee shop he and Stanford frequented.

With his hands on his chin, he stared intently at a warm family with three children at the next table.

Stanford tapped the goblet with a small silver spoon to attract him to look away, "What's wrong with you today, your interview didn't go well? The dean I introduced to you is not a tricky person."

John folded his hands on the table, and a dark cloak seemed to be draped invisible on his shoulders, pressing heavily on him, making him breathless, "I...I want to save a little bit."

"Of course, this wish is ordinary and inspirational. I am willing to help you realize this wish, so the work is yellow?"

John nodded, "The dean has a little prejudice against me."

"Really??" Stanford looked at him with concern. "What prejudice?"

"He thinks it's not suitable for pregnant women to stay up late and work overtime."

"Oh, so, the body of a pregnant woman is very precious, I think so too..." Stanford suddenly froze on the other side of the table, his face turned into a piece of hard fermented bread, "Fuck it, you What did you just say?"

John slumped back in his chair.

Stanford glared at him.

"John, it can't be that coincidental."

"It's such a coincidence."

"Only once. Could it be more than once?"

"Just once, no more."

"You are not in estrus. The pregnancy rate is the highest in estrus."

"The chances of not being in heat are not zero, are they?" John covered his face again, "My body, my physique, everything makes me so embarrassed, my old classmate, I don't know what to say to you I have too many things to worry about. I can't let my child live a hard life, and I can't let my child spend his childhood on a small three-wheeler upstairs in a romantic place."

Stanford looked at him, "John, you are single, you don't really want to give birth to a child. A single Omega has to raise a child for 17 or 8 years, without relying on the power of any parents, and you have to guarantee that you will not have a child." If anything goes wrong, let the child grow up healthy and lively, it is really comparable to the crucifixion of Jesus. In case your child is an Omega..."

"Of course I was born, I can't take a life! Do I still have a choice? I have considered all of what you said, and I have considered it in more detail and depth than you. I have almost been in heat since I was young. From the first day of my life, I kept thinking that there will always be one time in my life, and I will inevitably be pregnant, but I want this child, whether his other father wants him or not, I just want it."

Stanford shook his head heavily, dispelling the idea that was too passionate, "John, I can't support you..."

"I promised to work with you. Only you can make a lot of money in a short period of time. Then I will pat my ass and leave. You can no longer restrain me. You know what it is like to be angry. I usually tolerate you. Then I am grateful that you gave me a temporary shelter to take me in, and did not let me end up in a shelter with filthy conditions, but now I am responsible for more than just me, I am now responsible for two people, you will see To the point where I take responsibility seriously."

Stanford was concerned and denied him again, "John! Calm down! We are talking about children now! You are not winning the lottery, you are unlucky!"

"It's my bad luck..."

Sherlock Holmes' lips as sweet as honey seemed to be close to his ear again, and John propped his forehead to dispel this strong thought. What he needs most at this moment is not mike Stanford, but Sherlock Holmes anyway.

John put his fingers to his lips, stroking their soft lips, remembering the weight that had crushed them.

"As you said, I admit it." John's heart was like tens of millions of tons of silt under the bed of the Thames River, sad and depressed, unable to let go.