"No. It is a gun, say it, G-u-n." Sherlock says to his baby boy. "No, you don't eat it. I don't even get how that was even a possibility. I wouldn't even imagine that a gun would go in my mouth." He takes it away from him and put's it back in his belt. "Molly, Theo's being stupid again!" He call's to his wife, who's in the bedroom, getting ready to go out. "Stop!" He yells, turning around again and catching his son trying to eat nicotine patches. "Would you just stop eating stuff, how do you think everything is food, then you throw your actual food around and never put it near your mouth."

"Sherlock, how many times do I need to tell you, babies are stupid because they're young. You were probably just like this when you were that age."

"When I was one and a quarter I was studying algebra, thank you very much." He scowls, being all defensive again. "Even the thought of me trying to eat a gun is an insult to me."

"Why did he even have the gun?" Molly rolls her eyes and takes a seat on the sofa. "I've told you countless times to keep it away from him."

"I'm sorry. I'm just trying to give him an advantage that I never had. I didn't start solving crimes until I was four and a half." Sherlock gets up off the floor and sits right beside Molly, she turns her head to him and the left side of her mouth curls upwards. The doorbell rings and Sherlock jumps out of his seat. "That'll be John." He wanders over to the door, opens it and welcomes his good friend/colleague into his house. He leads John over to the sofa, where he takes the end spot, furthest from Molly. "Would you like a drink, John?" Sherlock asks.

"A glass of water, please." John smiles, before pulling funny faces at Sherlock and Molly's son.

"Here," Sherlock says, handing John the glass as he walks back into the room. "The remote is there and the Tv is there. He offers his hand to Molly, then pulls her to her feet. "If Theo starts crying, just yell at him to shut up or lock him in the bathroom."

"Sherlock!" Molly exclaims, clearly annoyed at his joke.

"Fine, don't shout at him. Go straight to option two."

"There's baby food in the cupboard above the cooker, give him some at about half six. We should be back not long after eight." Molly adds, ignoring Sherlock's previous comment.

"That's alright, you two have a great night." John says, getting to his feet to say goodbye.

"Thank you John, you have a splendid night too, looking after my crying baby." Sherlock nods to him before taking Molly's hand and walking out the door.

"So," John starts when he's finally alone with Theo, "What do you want to do?"

~XxX~

"How was he?" Molly says as she walks through the front door, a little tipsy, after a long night with her husband.

"He was perfect, he's upstairs, sound asleep, right now." John smiles, and as if on queue, Theo begins to cry.

"I'll go lock him in the bathroom." Sherlock, who is far more than tipsy, says as he stumbles up the stairs.

"I think he said his first word, unless he's spoken before." John adds.

"What was that?" Molly asks, slightly upset that she'd missed the occasion, but excited to hear about it.

"He said Gun."

"SHERLOCK!!!" She screams up to him, and before long, she could hear him chuckling while coming down the stairs.

The End.

Note,

Thanks for reading. This is my first Sherlock story, and it's a one-shot for now. If you like it, and would like to read more please leave a review and let me know that. I'm currently not intending to write another Sherlock story for a while, but again, if you'd like me to, leave a review and I might.

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