Mycroft sat on the couch, rocking who he thought was his daughter Lucy, in his arms. She was about 1 and was always put into the cake onesy that Mycroft had picked out (To which at first Lestrade said no, but then agreed). Mycroft lifted his head as his husband walked in, Holding who he thought was his other daughter, Amber.
"Finally got Lucy to stop crying after 30 minutes" Gregory said, sitting next to him.
"...I have Lucy..." Mycroft replied, frowning slightly.
"I thought this one was Lucy?" Gregory said, frowning and examining the child he had in his hands.
"No I gave Lucy the cupcake onesy and Amber has the Umbrella onesy..." Mycroft said.
"Really?"
"Yes really, Gregory."
"Fuck..."
"So you have Amber." Mycroft said.
"Well...I don't know...I dressed them this morning. So they could be mixed up..." Gregory said.
"..." Mycroft sighed, still rocking Lucy/Amber in his arms. "Are you serious, Gregory?"
"...I didn't mean to!"
"Well if you dressed them than you have Lucy and I have Amber" Mycroft said.
"But we could have put them in the wrong cribs!" Gregory said.
"Alright. Alright. Calm down..we'll figure this out" Mycroft looked at their third child who was in front of them, strapped into a rocker and giggling, shaking his rattle. "This one is..." Mycroft took a bit to think.
"...The only one with a cock, Mycroft" Gregory said frowning.
"Okay, That's Rupert. One of these is Lucy which means the other one is Amber" Mycroft said.
"...We're terrible parents..." Gregory muttered.
"I'll get the birth certificates." Mycroft said, standing.
Gregory stood and followed him. "Third time this week." He muttered under his breath.