Hello everyone! So I haven't been on to upload anything in forever, but this fic idea just kinda slapped me in the face during Creative Writing and I gave it a shot :) In which Sherlock and John are the caretakers of Hamish, the baby John had with Mary before their marriage didn't work out (I know, I know, it's not a girl...) not really much romance-y stuff but mostly just stuff I thought would be cute :) Hope you like it, and part two should be on its way quite shortly :)
Part One
Today will be a day for the history books, John mused as he made his way to Sherlock's room. He didn't bother knocking; he threw open the door and strode to the window, shoving aside the curtains to let the bleak London morning light fall into the room, casting a shadow over Sherlock's face as he turned away from the source of light.
But John wasn't having any of it today. Sherlock wasn't getting away from the destiny set by John H. Watson soon after they became flatmates- and best friends. Today, Sherlock would finally learn his way around the Solar System.
"C'mon, up," John said as he yanked away the covers from Sherlock's grasp, to reveal the pajamas John had bought him for Christmas. It was covered in yellow ducks with deerstalker hats and magnifying glasses, and made John grin. He and Molly had seen it in the window of a shop while looking for gifts, and had nearly had a heart attack from laughing so hard. Apparently they were the biggest sellers at the store, ever since Sherlock had returned a hero, the public loved him more than ever before.
Sherlock groaned and curled up into a ball. There was only one way to do this. John went into the room next door and found Hamish under the covers, pretending like he wasn't just on his phone at 7:30 on a Saturday morning. John had objected to the infernal device in the first place, but Sherlock got around it by giving it to the four-year-old as a birthday present anyways. Hamish giggled as John hauled him into the air and carried him to Sherlock's room, before unceremoniously plopping him on Sherlock's chest.
Just as John had expected, his son did the trick.
After the baby had been born, John and Mary had given their all to patch up their marriage and their family, and try to move forward. But too many mistakes were made on Mary's part, and in the end, it put the baby in danger. She brought down old enemies onto their household, and if Lestrade, Sherlock, and John hadn't arrived when they did… it made John's skin crawl at the thought of what might've happened. So, after a major blowout in which Mary took responsibility for her actions, it was decided. She was unfit to raise baby Hamish, and she knew it. After peaceful proceedings in court, parental rights were handed over to John, and Sherlock was made a legal guardian of the child as well. Mary always sent cards and gifts on occasions, but she rarely visited, and Hamish never seemed to be too torn up over it- he had Gramma Hudson, Gramma and Grampa Holmes, and Auntie Molly and Unca Greg, as he had dubbed them. Even Auntie Harry visited every once in a while.
Everyone loved that child and raised him with the boys as though he were their own, but none more so than Sherlock- and Hamish practically was his son. Hamish was almost more like Sherlock than his own biological father. While Hamish was more outgoing and outspoken than both men, he acquired the best traits of both. He had Sherlock's uncanny mind for science, calculations, and memorization- and, of course, deduction. That talent had been carefully nurtured from a very young age, and Hamish really had a knack for it (well, as much as you could at the age of four).
But unlike Sherlock, and very much like John, he was lead much more by gut instinct than the facts in front of him. And, like John, he was much more affectionate to those he was closest with. This trait came in handy in John's endeavors to get Sherlock out of bed. Being only four, and unable to pronounce Sherlock yet, he simply called Sherlock "daddy," as easily as he did with his own father.
"Daddy!" he cried, bouncing up and down on Sherlock's chest until he sat up, hiding a smile as he lifted Hamish into the air, setting of a string of giggles. "Alright, Junior. Off you go to daddy," he said, handing off the toddler to John. "I'll be along in a moment, John. Fix some coffee, will you?" Sherlock had become much more affectionate after Hamish was born, nicknaming him junior and showing him a fondness the likes of which John had never seen before. He was always kinder and softer and gentler around Hamish, as though he had softened his calculating heart. John lifted Hamish to his shoulders and went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and set up for their big day.
Sorry, this was more of a background+getting him out of bed part than anything, the silliness should be up soon :) Lots and lots of love to everyone, thanks for taking the time to read this!