John woke to an empty bed and no husband in sight.
He checked his watch and frowned, 9 am. Hamish usually woke up at 7 am and burst into their room demanding waffles and pancakes with chocolate spread (Which usually meant an early morning trip to the corner shop).
John began to feel worried, where was his demanding four year old and husband? John was not one for routine on a morning despite being a military man, he was more one for sleeping in on a morning but this just worried him.
9 am was usually so tricky for John, Sherlock usually needed his assistance with a case or needed him to be a guinea pig in his experiments while Hamish needed entertaining and bathing.
He was confused but a single glance to the calendar by his bed, his nerves were set at ease and he got his answers.
Seconds after, the door flew open and the impatient faces joined him in the room, too eager to wait another second.
They approached the bed, Sherlock carrying a tray containing badly burnt toast and Hamish carrying a bundle of gifts wrapped as badly as the toast was burnt.
The four year old jumped up onto the bed beside his father, grinning happily.
"Happy Father's day Pappa!"