"Mommy...Mommy... Mommy!" Sherlock stamped his little sock clad feet.
"Not now Sherlock Mommy is very busy!" Irene stood at the kitchen counter chopping carrots, not Sherlock's favourite vegetable this she knew but he had been getting his way for far too long now. That was the main reason she suggested this game so she could tame the bratty side of her lover. Sherlock walked into the kitchen, tugging at the hem of his dungarees and pouting.
"But Mommy I'm lonely, when will daddy be home?" Irene stopped chopping and turned slowly to face him, she missed John as well when he was at work but he had to take the newspaper job to fund their new lifestyle. Irene tucked Sherlock's hair behind his ear and cupped his face.
"I know you miss him, so do I and I know he misses his little boy lots."
"Does he?" Sherlock asked with eyes fixed to the floor and a flush to his cheeks. It's moments like this that broke Irene's heart, years had passed and still Sherlock did not believe one person let alone two could love him.
"Of course! Do you want to phone Daddy?" She took the phone out of her pocket and dialled the number. After a few moments John answered. "Hello Lover boy, I have a very sad little boy here who misses his daddy. Are you free to talk?"
"I always have time for you my kinky sweetheart and my little boy. Pop him on." Irene could practically hear his smile in his voice. She knew John loved this game as much as her. She passed the phone to Sherlock and watched the smile light up his face.
"Daddy?" He asked tentatively.
"Well who else would it be champ? Now Mommy tells me you are sad. What's wrong baby?"
"I miss you and Mommy won't play with me and my tummy is owwie and and and..." Sherlock stopped talking, blushed and tilted his head and the phone down, causing Irene to step forward to be able to hear John's reply.
"Calm down and tell me champ. Or would you prefer to tell Mommy and she tells me." John waited on the other end of the phone he knew better than to rush Sherlock, he might be playing little boy but he still had his stubborn streak, he would speak when he was ready. After a few moments of sad silence. Sherlock spoke again.
"I had an accident Daddy." Sherlock went quiet and passed the phone to Irene looking at her with sad eyes. "I'm sorry Mommy." Irene placed the phone to her ear and stroked Sherlock's face.
"Hey Baby it's okay, that's why you have the pull ups. Go and get Mommy a new one and I will help you change." Sherlock nodded his head and slowly walked to his room. It was the Irene remembered John on the other end of the phone.
"Sorry about that Darling, he forgets I can read him like a book and I knew he wouldn't tell me he had wet. He was trying to be Mommy's little superman." John laughed on the end of the phone.
"Well next time my sneaky little minx can you tell Daddy what is going on!" Irene smiled and rested her hand on her face.
"Now my love where would be the fun in that?" Irene hung up the phone she knew that would drive John's imagination wild, he would be an animal later. The sad sniffles of a wet little boy alerted Irene to Sherlock's return. "Come on then my little prince, lets get you nice and dry for when Daddy comes home, I have a feeling he is going to be very excited to see you." Irene took Sherlock's hand and led him into the living room, a saucy grin playing on her lips. They were both excited for his return.