Nineteen year old John woke up to the sound of heavy rain outside. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes leaning on his arm as he looked towards his alarm clock. It was eight a.m. in the bloody morning. The night before he had nursed a sick child to sleep. It had taken until three a.m. for his charge to fall asleep, but the worst of his cold had passed and John was able to get a few hours of sleep.

John yawned loudly and stretched before climbing out of bed. He was a live-in nanny to an adorable twenty-one month old boy, Henry. He had gotten the job only two months after Henry's birth as his parents were a well-off couple who always seemed to be working.

Mycroft Holmes, who John understood to be the donor father, was a genius that worked for the government. A "small, insignificant role" according to the man when John asked. He was just a bit taller than John by a few inches and, much like Henry, had red hair. Mycroft was also carried a few extra pounds considering his love of cake, but he was on his way to losing since he started his new diet.

Mycroft had the habit of leaving at a moment's notice to deal with his brother, Sherlock. John, however, had never formally met the man, something he was sure was a blessing if he was to believe Mycroft and his partner. Mycroft also had the tendency to speak his mind and never hold back his opinion on any given situation. As such, he often came off as rude, but he didn't mean to be. Well, John thought so at least.

Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade was Henry's other father and Mycroft's husband. At forty-three, Greg had the salt-and-pepper hair that was considered to be sexy currently and was about five inches taller than John, whereas Mycroft towered over him. The man was the opposite of Mycroft in almost every way. He was cranky a lot of the time thanks to his irregular work shifts with long hours and seem to have a slight self-esteem problem. John couldn't figure out why, but that probably came by being shown up by Sherlock on a regular basis. He worked with Mycroft's brother on cases and he come home ranting about the man.

John knew Sherlock Holmes to be a show off who solved cases to cure his ever-present boredom. He was curious to meet the man. He wanted to see who it was that affected both his employers so badly. Mycroft, however, told John he didn't want being influenced or scared off by his brother so John respected his wishes. For now.

The last year and a half consisted of John caring for Henry during the week. He did not have a set schedule as his employers never knew when they would be off to spend the day with their son. So John kept his social life to a minimum so he could make Henry his top priority. This sacrifice wasn't difficult as he loved the child as his own.

Henry, for a twenty-one month old, had quite a busy calendar. Every two weeks he had a lesson or two on whatever new child developmental success tool Mycroft had researched. He had a Speech Professor, Mr. Sherman, that came twice weekly to work on advancing Henry's vocabulary and grammar so Henry's language skills were advanced beyond his young age. John often argued with Mr. Sherman on how he treated and pushed Henry to advance quicker than John cared for, but he was always overridden as it wasn't his place to decide what was best for the child. Mycroft and Greg employed the unfeeling bastard and John could do nothing regarding it. Often John would be mistaken by a couple at the store for being Henry's father.

John got dressed before heading to the nursery to wake the still sleeping child. He opened the door to find Henry laying on his back snoring. John first felt his head, no fever. That was good, the worse was probably over at this point. He grabbed a diaper and wipes, placing them on the changing table. He picked up the small child which woke him.

"Morning, handsome." John cooed. "Feeling better?"

"Yes, Booboo still sick." Henry whined with a slight lisp as he was laid back on the soft padding of the changing table.

John chuckled. Booboo was Henry's favourite stuffed bunny. It had been a gift from his grandparents when he turned six months old. Apparently it had been Greg's as a child. Henry didn't go anywhere nor did anything without it. So when Henry was sick so was Booboo. John took off the child's dinosaur pajamas as he talked to him, reassuring him Booboo would be fine.

"You know what I think? I think Booboo just needs a kiss and some rest." John said, smiling down at the sweet face of his charge.

"Booboo take med'cine,too?" Henry asked as John took his diaper off.

"Yes. Booboo can most definitely take his medicine."

Henry giggled as John went about changing him and getting him into his outfit for the day. The toddler was extremely ticklish and if he was laughing he was definitely feeling better. The toddler giggled as John's fingers came in contact with his sides. John noticed this and spent the next few minutes ticking Henry's ribs and stomach until the child was squealing with laughter.

John picked up Henry to sit him on the floor as he looked for his shoes. While he hunted for the elusive missing left shoe, Henry continue to go on about his bunny being sick. When both shoes were found and laces tied, John pretended to give BooBoo his special invisible medicine with an empty medicine syringe.

Afterwards John took Henry downstairs, placing him in his highchair in the open dining area across from the kitchen.

"Oatmeal with blueberries?" John questioned. Henry clapped while smiling, "My favourite."

John had it already pre-made from the night before as usually he took Henry out for his early morning walk per Henry's parents' orders. Though with him being sick the previous day and night, he had been told to skip today's. Being as it was raining, he wouldn't have been able to regardless. He heated up the oatmeal and Henry cheered and clapped while waiting for his breakfast. The child sure loved his oatmeal.

He first had to drink his milk before getting his food. Henry was a bit on the small side so the doctor had him on a special nutritional supplemental drink. Henry had been born prematurely by two months. He was on a special diet to supplement and aid his growth. It had been set up by his father Mycroft when Henry turned six months when his weight had not caught up to where the doctors wanted. Henry was quickly drinking up his milk like he always did in order to quickly get to his oatmeal.

"Slow down, champ. You'll get the hiccups again." John said bringing over Henry's food.

He sat on the chair place in front of the high chair but close enough to the table that he didn't have to hold the oatmeal bowl. John learnt the hard way a bowl in his hand made for oatmeal all over the floor. John put the food in his reach and not Henry's as said child put down his sippy cup on the tray, announcing, "Milk all gone."

John chuckled, "So, you ready for your oatmeal?"

Henry leaned forward as far as he could while being strapped in, opening his mouth. John took a spoonful and fed it to the child. He smiled as he chewed his food, "Yum. Yum."

The young man was still amazed at how well Henry could speak. Henry was already turning out to be smart like his father Mycroft. It was part of the reason for the Speech Professor to help develop his speech properly.

Henry was halfway done with his oatmeal when Mycroft walked into the kitchen in his classic Paul Smith three piece suit. John glanced up and stared at his employer for a few seconds too long before he was able to tear his attention away and back to Henry. The man could definitely wear a suit well.

Mycroft worked from home and had an office down the hall on the first floor of the two story mansion. "How is Henry doing?" He asked.

"Fine, he seems to be better. I gave him his medicine just in case." John told him.

"Booboo take med'cine too." Henry said, "He take nap in my bed."

Mycroft chuckled, walking over. "That's nice of you to let him rest. Tonight you want Father to read your favourite book?"

Henry nodded, "Yes Fa-da! With voices?"

"Of course. I have to get back to work," Mycroft carcasses his son's hair before turning to start brewing his morning cup of tea, "John, let me know if you need anything."

John nodded and continued to feed Henry while the other finished making his tea. Greg was probably already gone as he always was absent at this time. He left pretty early in the morning, which usually woke up Henry and John as he left.

John got Henry cleaned up and placed him on the floor. Henry stood up and waddled to the den, stopping at the toy chest. He pulled out a piano musical toy with a monkey on it. John cleaned the dishes as he heard the music. That was Henry's favourite toy amongst the many he had. It also annoyed his father whenever he played it, mostly because Henry could play with it nonstop for well over twenty minutes.

After finishing the dishes, John went to the den to sit on the couch so he could watch as Henry pounded the toy. John knew the moment the batteries died Henry would cry saying it broke. He would give Mycroft a few days reprieve from the dreaded toy before replacing the batteries so Henry would be thrilled when it was fixed. The toddler was quite odd, but, than again, he had a father for a genius and John had no idea who had been the surrogate.

John enjoyed watching Henry all day and there was really no downside to it. He wasn't dating at the moment since his last boyfriend had been arrested for drug possession. He was currently single and wanted to keep it that way. After a string of losers he wanted to take some time and find himself. Since he was good with kids he applied to a nanny service. It matched families with nannies that would fit into the home. He had been placed right away and was perfect fit as it turned out.

After a while Mycroft came back out of his office to refresh his tea. John had gone into the kitchen to get a snack ready for Henry. Henry usually ate bananas as he didn't like any other fruit yet. John put the slices of banana in the small green plastic bowl. John noticed as Mycroft was refreshing his tea that he was making rather pointing glances up and down his body. Lately this attention wasn't so unusual.

Two months ago John noticed a distinct change in Mycroft's and Greg's attitude towards him. They had become close to John as he took care of their son, but this was more than their "friends" relationship. He had been living here for over a year so they were bound to get close. Though he never suspect that they see him as more than family.

Mycroft had started making passes at John. Not long after the first time Mycroft made a pass, Greg started to make his own move on John in the form of bad pickup lines. This annoyed John as he figured they were making jokes at his expense. Later John realized Greg just had no idea how to successfully pick up anyone as Mycroft was the one to approach Greg. This somehow endeared Greg to John more after he found out about his lack of charm.

John was always alone when these incidences happened. Henry hadn't seen any of it or heard it. So, John let it go for now. It wasn't until he put all the pieces together from the difference incidences that John realized what was going on. His bosses were essentially trying to get in his pants.

John hadn't been sure what to think of it at first, but after a while he could understand why. John was young and attractive. He was physically fit from his rugby days. He wasn't anything special beyond those physical attributes though in his eyes. He was just young which he assumed was the main attraction. Though it was getting a bit concerning. They were married and he wasn't about to start an affair with two married men. John had been taught better than that by his mother.

The nanny returned to the den with the food in hand. Henry stood up and put the toy down while looking towards John. He smiled before yelling, "Watch Octonauts."

"All right."

"Nana!" Henry shrieked when he saw the snack John brought.

Henry waddled to the coffee table and rested against it. He grabbed a banana slice or two, shoving them in his mouth. John shook his head smiling. He turned on the telly and put it on Netflix so he could find the requested show. Henry stood in front of the telly but at a good distant as the theme played. The small child clapped as he tried to dance to the song.

John went down to the playroom nearby to find Henry's Octonauts toy. It took some digging through the toy chest as it was buried at the bottom. He was just coming out after finding one of the gups (John pointed refused to search for the rest) when Mycroft stepped into the hallway locking his office.

"You heading out Mr. Holmes?" John asked, with a smile.

"Yes, I will be gone for a couple hours. And it's Mycroft, John." Mycroft said looking down John through half lidded eyes and all but purring John's name.

John felt himself harden slightly at the sight of Mycroft's sensual smile and the way his name rolled off Mycroft's tongue. He desperately reined his desire to lick his lips and simply cleared his suddenly dry throat, "Yes, sir."

John turned away from his temptation and started back towards the den. Mycroft fell in step with him as they made their way back. As John was turning to leave Mycroft, he swore he heard him mutter quite clearly, "You would look delicious working out shirtless with me on the treadmill."

The blonde stopped and, as usual, he was speechless...not to mention flattered. Mycroft said goodbye to Henry before exiting the home.

John really need to talk to them about this. He couldn't keep doing his job if they were going to come onto him at every available moment. Not that he didn't enjoy the flirting and passes. John was unfortunately enjoying the attention a little too much as it was starting to spill over into his daily affairs. He found himself thinking of the couple in extremely inappropriate ways and at very inopportune times.

The sexual frustration that had been building up over the last year thanks to both the advances of the attractive men and his overactive imagination supplying endless fantasies featuring the tall government official and the strict officer of the law. It was making it hard for him to resist acting on his impulse to kiss one or both men. John didn't want to cross that line and risk losing this job.

John took a deep breath to calm both his nerves and desire before he entered the den, handing the gup to Henry who looked up at John with a confused face, "John sick?"

"No, what makes you think that?" John questioned.

"You cheeks red." Henry said pointing up.

John felt his face redden even more. He cleared his throat again to give him time to get his act together. "No, sweetie. I'm just a little hot. Not sick. Just hot." And extremely bothered, he mentally added.