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~ Nap Time With Daddy
He just wouldn't stop crying and honestly, Sherlock had had enough. The brunette was tempted to put on his coat, scarf and walk out but the first time he tried that was also the last time he did that, John caught him in time and chewed his ear off. With some irritable dramatic flair, Sherlock turned off the Bunsen burner and marched into the bedroom, straight to Hamish's cot. The 9-month old boy was bawling his precious dark blue eyes out, standing and leaning on the cot, large tears running from his eyes, a tiny bit of snot from his nose and normally cream colored face scrunched up and red.
"Da Da." Hamish said amongst the crying.
The detective looked down at Hamish, watching the little boy cry some more as he tried to reach out the Sherlock.
"I've done everything possible to appease his royal grumpiness and yet you still deny me my peace."
The baby quieted down, stilling his cries to soft whimpers, looking up at his father.
"What do you want?"
Sherlock didn't mean for the question to come out so menacingly but it did and Hamish started wailing again. Sherlock rolled his eyes but was getting flustered, it was John's job to comfort an upset Hamish but John was out for the moment. The boy needed a nap, Sherlock knew that but he didn't want to take the baby out, put him to sleep and put him back in the cot, it all seemed tedious. An idea struck the man and he'll probably regret it later, it was a solution for now. Sherlock climbed into the cot, with Hamish, positioned himself flat on the mattress, with his long legs bent and surprisingly fitting inside. Hamish quickly lied down on top of Sherlock's chest, adjusted to get comfortable and his crying stopped. The brunette pierced his lips together, not believing the lengths he went through to comfort his son but seeing the little boy finally at ease and asleep was worth it.
The flat was still and quiet when John got home and he would have been worried if he didn't receive a text from Sherlock, telling John to enter the flat quietly. The doctor walked the flat, trying to find them and quietly called out,
"Sherlock?"
"In here." The dirty blond heard a whispered shout and went to the bedroom.
John was stunned and highly amused as he walked up to the baby's cot, with a napping Hamish and very bored Sherlock in it.
"What are you doing in there?"
"I've decided that infantile life is so much more desirable than an adult one." Sherlock deadpanned, John quirked a brow.
"He wouldn't stop crying John, I did everything to calm him down, changed him, fed him, checked his temperature for illness and nothing I would do calmed him."
"So… you thought climbing in there with him, would calm him down?"
"It did."
The dirty blond giggled at the scene, it was cute, a disgruntled Sherlock in a baby's cot with a sleeping curly brunette baby in a gray onesie lying down on the man's chest. Where was his camera?
"How did you get in there?"
"Magic John."
"Sherlock."
"I climbed in of course. Are you questioning my contortion abilities? Really?"
John blushed.
"Now is not the time for that kind of talk."
"Fine, later, now help me get out, I'm starting to cramp up but I don't want to wake him, the little hellion."
"Oh shut up, you love our son."
Sherlock looks down at Hamish fondly, one hand gently caressing the dark curls on the baby's cute head.
"True."
John wasn't about to miss this opportunity.
"Wait, Let me get the camera."
Author's Note: A small but cute ficlet, in the mist of a writer's block. This was inspired by a video on youtube, it's really cute. Review if you want.