For those of you who have not yet read my other story, 'Something Beautiful' I encourage you to do so, unless you want to be confused!

Before You Start Reading!

- This story contains MPREG, Johnlock, and Parentlock. If you are touchy on the subjects of sex, rape, and birth, then I suggest you find another story.
- I encourage everyone who reads to comment, even if you are a guest. Comments are what keep me going.
- If you feel like you want something to happen in the story, leave a comment or Private Message, and I will do what I can.
- Bashing (Rudeness) of any kind is not tolerated, whether it be towards me or anyone else who is trying to enjoy the story. You will regret it.
- All characters (Except for William and Catlin and a few others who you will never see in the show) belong to the one person we love and hate with an equal passion, Steven Moffat.
- This story is set in the year of 2018, and begins on February 1st. William is now 4 years old, and enrolled in a 'Preschool' or Primary School.

Now, for another thrilling tale of the adventures of Sherlock and John Holmes!

"Sherlock!" I called from the kitchen," We need to get Will to school!" I finished placing a peanut butter and apricot sandwich in a small plastic box and into William's superman lunch-box. Sherlock was in the bathroom with Will helping him brush his teeth. I could smell the fluoride toothpaste, even from where I stood next to the counter. Then, out came Sherlock, herding a sleepy little boy my way, his brown hair draping over his eyes. I sighed and got out the comb, brushing his hair back. Will looked up at me with sad eyes," Do I really have to go, papa?" he said, hugging my leg. I leaned down and kissed his smooth hair," I'm afraid so, love." I whispered.
Sherlock and I had gone back to work when Will had turned two-and-a-half. being a fantastic grandma and looking after him, exercising his mind with puzzles and other games to increase his brain function. But when he turned three, he became obsessed with numbers. He was already doing algebra in his fragile age, constantly finding out new equations to test him. He found Primary School boring, and the math lessons he was in unbearable. He used nap time to memorize the numbers of Pi, and was more than halfway there.
It scared me at first, his obsession with numbers. But then again, I had to remember who his biological father was. Moriarty had been completely enveloped in numbers and tricky situations, finding the best solution to a problem, whether it be on paper or in his mind. But that obsession had corrupted him, making him malicious and cruel. I don't know what I would do if that happened to Will.

William also didn't know about how he was created, or who his father was. He called me 'Papa' and Sherlock 'Dad', but he had lately been asking me why he didn't look like Sherlock. That is just something he doesn't need to know right now, but later on it will be important to tell him. He looks up to Sherlock, constantly asking him questions about new cases that he has, or why he hides thumbs behind the milk carton ( Which he said in front of me, blowing Sherlock's cover). But I feel that as long as Sherlock and I love him with all of our hearts, he will remain an incredibly intelligent young boy, and continue to grow in such a way. He is a generally happy little boy, so my worries of his behavior turning for the worst are, at the moment, low.

I took his hand and led him downstairs and hailed a cab, stepping inside of it with William at my side. He sat down and began counting the seconds it took to get to school on his fingers. He was working on percentages and dealing with money. That was his current fascination, for the time being. As soon as we stopped, he leaned over and pecked me on the cheek. "Love you, Papa." he said, a smile on his face. " I love you too, Pint-Size." I said affectionately," Now go have a good day." I said. He huffed and stepped out of the cab, his lunch box clutched in one hand, and his other he used to hold onto a backpack strap.
"Baker Street, please." I told the cabbie. She nodded and turned the cab onto the road. I turned around and watched Will enter the school as the bell rung, making his way up the steps along with his other classmates. I sat back in my seat and sighed. He had such a hard time making friends, as well as being disliked by the Ministers.

I paid the cabbie and walked up the stairs to the flat, opening the door to see Sherlock at the desk scribbling away in a notepad. I went over to him and peered over his shoulder. Chemical formulas, notes from a phone call with Lestrade, and a drawing in the corner that looked something like a potato with a frowny face. "We have another case." Sherlock said, not looking up from his notes. I pointed to the drawing," What is that?" I asked. Sherlock drew an arrow pointing up to it, writing 'Mycroft' after it. I chuckled," Is he working the case, too?" Sherlock nodded," It has to do with someone in the british government." he said. "Okay, then. Let's get to work." I said, grabbing my coat.

Author's Notes:

Yes! A good start to my story! I am practically bubbling with excitement over what is to come... I have a plan! And it's a damn good one!
Don't forget to tell me what you think of the new story!

-PerfectMoments