They watched together as Hamish stood, he barely came two and a half feet off the floor, but he was still considered tall for his age of one. He wobbled a bit, still not used to his own two feet. He tried to lift his right one to move forward, attempting his first steps on his own, but his bare foot just skidded over the carpet and he soon found him self back on the floor, having caught himself with his hands he began to crawl to his dads instead.

"I really thought he had it that time." Sherlock said disappointed, he was more excited for Hamish to walk than John was. Actually it wasn't that he was more excited about it, it was that he was far more impatient. John knew that these things took time; Sherlock thought Hamish should have been able to walk as soon as he stood.

"Well now this gives us time to get the camera ready. We should keep it on the higher coffee table so that it we'll be able to get it quickly." Sherlock just nodded and lifted Hamish off the floor; placing him on his right hip Hamish legs startled either side of Sherlock. "You know I think that me going back to work was the best thing I have ever done."

"And why do you say that?" He asked still looking down at his sons face as Hamish reached up to play with Sherlock's black curls. He wound them around his finger, tugging just hard enough that Sherlock winced, Hamish giggled at that.

"Look it how good you've gotten with him. Just a few short weeks and you don't even whine when I ask you to change his diaper anymore."

"Well I'm not going to let the poor boy sit in his own filth am I? What do you think Hamish? Am I doing a better job?" Hamish smiled revealing a row of new shiny white baby teeth, two on the top and four on the bottom. He's growing up so fast, Sherlock knew the thought was far too sentimental but it was true. He had never wanted children before, but John's continuous nagging had caused him to cave. And he was glad he did, he didn't know what life would be like without his boy now, and he didn't want to.

"See so we're both in agreement so it must be true."

"However improbable." Sherlock added under his breath.

"Oh stop it." John said making his husband face him. "You're a great father. You just needed an extra push that was all. You can't honestly say that you haven't seen a difference in the way he acts around you these past few weeks. He's nuts for you! See you just needed to give him a little more attention."

Hamish squirmed to be put down, Sherlock obliged setting his son down on his feet, only for Hamish to plop right on his bum. He scooted over to his toys selecting his favorite, which was a child's magnifying glass. He used it to look at his others toys, selecting his teddy bear first he looked at its fur, amazed by how many strings there were. After smirking at his son Sherlock turned to look at John, smiling at him he moved into give him a light peck on the forehead.

"Thank you." He said.

"Your welcome. I know you love him and you'd do anything for him and that's all I can ask. Except that I can also ask you to go get the camera." John's eyes widened a little bit as he looked past Sherlock to view Hamish.

"Can I get it later? I'd like to work on the chemical that I found on the bottom of Mr. Fredrick's shoe, I'm so close to figuring it out! Once I know I'll be able to tell is if was the ex wife or the new wife's ex husband."

"Sherlock stop talking and go get the bloody camera." Sherlock turned at the urgency in John's voice, he was greeted with the image of his son wobbling slightly as he stepped forward once… twice! He stood there regaining his balance, giving Sherlock just enough time to retrieve the camera from on top of the TV. He switched it on, looking through the viewfinder as Hamish began to toddle again. He put one foot in front of the other, padding his way across the living room carpet in the direction of his fathers.

"That's it Hamish keep coming you can do it!" Sherlock encouraged his son as he took half steps backwards every time Hamish would catch up to him. He kept the camera trained on the toddler the whole time, he was considered a toddler now wasn't he? Eventually Sherlock bumped into the wall leading out of the living room and into what was now Hamish's nursery. When Hamish reached him Sherlock scooped him up and swung him around. He'd never felt so proud of anyone in his life.

John ran over to join his husband and their son in a group hug, which is one thing they have never done before. Hamish squealed joyfully as both of his parents attacked him with kisses, and cheered for him.

"That was brilliant Hamish! Oh god, that was amazing. I can't believe he just walked! Please tell me you got the whole this on video."

"Of course I did. Oh god, I've never been so proud, is that weird?" Sherlock questioned as he raised Hamish over his head, having handed John the camera for safekeeping.

"No, it's completely normal, that's how every dad feels. I told you all you needed was a little extra push." Sherlock's only answer was a one sided grin as he brought Hamish back down and buried him close to his chest. Squeezing him as tight as he possibly could without hurting him. He placed a kiss on top of his black curls. John joined them again, doing the same. And after they had each gave their son a kiss on the cheek, making him giggle like crazy, they shared a kiss. Letting it linger slightly. This was really Hamish's first milestone. (Well if you don't count the unintelligible gurgles as first words.) They were so lucky that they got to share this incredible moment.