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~ Clinic Ficlet
The only thing stopping Sherlock from entering the small room was John's stern lecture about how the baby needs his vaccines and how neither Sherlock or John were experienced to administer a shot to a small child. Other than that, Sherlock would've entered to save his son; hell, he'd do anything to get him to stop crying, the broken hearted sobs were breaking him internally.
Finally, the cries died down somewhat and the sleuth heard the voice of his husband and the nurse trying to comfort the baby. The door opened to reveal the still weeping babe, a head full of blond curly hair, pale blue but currently red-rimmed watery eyes, a button nose and trembling lips as he shuttered a breath. The boy was taking small steps with John right behind him, holding his little black coat.
"Aw, my poor love. Did the mean ole nurse do that to you?" the brunet said, coaxing his baby closer, brushing off John's tone of "Sherlock."
"C'mere Thomas love." the detective winced slightly at the plaster that adorned his son's left arm.
The little boy whimpered and rushed forward, only to be scooped into his daddy's warm and comforting embrace. Sherlock held him close, kissing his face and hairline while Thomas was softly sobbing. John smiled fondly at the scene, happy to have his little family and feeling bad at seeing his baby so sad.
"He's going to need lots of cuddles today." John chipped in as he approached them.
"He deserves all the cuddles."
"I'll say, not once did he try to kick or bite the nurse. You were very good today Thomas, I'm very proud of you." John kissed the back of the blond curly head.
"Very proud. Mm, John? He's got a full nappy."
"Oh? Must have pissed himself during the shot, I've got a fresh one in the bag, let's change him real quick."
Quickly and discreetly, they changed the full nappy in the waiting room; the only other guest there was a young woman and her young twin boys minding their own business.
"There we are, a fresh nappy and a warm bottle when we get home, how's that sound?"
Thomas nodded, agreeing with papa's suggestion.
"Let's get your coat on first."
Both Sherlock and John were careful getting the coat on the baby, making sure not to jostle his left arm so much, especially after he whinged a bit. With his coat on and secure, the family of three left the clinic, heading home to cuddle and spoil their precious boy with lots of love.
Author's Note: IT'S SO FLUFFY! The child's description is based on Reapersun's art of a johnlock blond baby and I couldn't help my self. I just named the baby Thomas since the child doesn't have a name. Review if you want.