Note this chapter is set after Hamish has started nursery but before the twins.
"John, promise me you won't go pick up the Hayes from nursery?"
John pauses in the midst of unpacking the recently bought shopping. He looks at Sherlock confused. "Are you suggesting that we leave him there then?"
"No of course not, I'll collect him from now on so you don't have to." Sherlock replies explaining himself without really saying anything at all.
"Why?" John asks his confusion clear. "Did something happen?"
"No." Sherlock says a lie beginning to form on his tongue before catching sight of John's knowing look. Sherlock sighs. "It has recently come to my attention that the other parents doing the school run are obsessed with some beautiful "Yummy Mummy" or "MILF" or whatever. It's utterly ridiculous and…"
He stops mid-sentence as John begins to giggle.
Sherlock crosses his arms. "It's not funny. Apparently he's aloof and gorgeous."
John drops the box of tea currently in his hands on the table and slides over to Sherlock wrapping his arms around that familiar lanky torso.
"Idiot. They're all lusting over you." John tells him nibbling on Sherlock's neck. "Hamish's teacher told me. Said I should keep an eye on you, in case you got bored."
"Of you? Now whose being stupid?" Interrupts Sherlock before kissing him soundly.