This is a cute chapter.

John picked up the small boy from the carrier and placed him on his chest. They had known him for more than an hour now, he hadn't opened his eyes once, not even made a sound, he slept peacefully on his chest and John cradled his little head so it didn't fall back. Sherlock ran around in the apartment, they weren't prepared for Hamish arrival yet, he was planned next month so Sherlock felt the need to get their home ready for him as quick as possible.

"John! I can't find the bottles!" he shouted from the kitchen.

"They're in the box above the fridge." he called back and took the little hat off his head, the dark soft fluffyness of hair popped up. The detective came back into the sitting room with the box in his hands and placed it on the table, looking nervous and stressed. "Don't worry Sherlock, he's still asleep." Sherlock placed the hand at his sides and let out a deep breath. Baker street was going to be different for ever from now on. The years to come was going to be full of screaming, crying, laughing, teaching, and not to talk about lots and lots of confusion. John reached out his hand. "Come." Finally, his arms fell to his sides and he smiled happily as he walked over to them. He placed his hand upon Hamish's back and leaned in for a kiss from his husband.

"Is he supposed to sleep this much?" he asked and observed how Hamish sucked his ring and little finger.

"He's just tired after the fight to get here." John answered and played with the velvety hair.
"He should sleep with us tonight, let's move his cot into our room." John nodded in agreement and leaned his forehead to his shoulder, he was so happy he could cry, but yet so sad. All this made him tremble of a psychosomatic cold and he needed warmth from his detective.

"I love you, Sherlock." he sighed and Sherlock placed his arms around him when he felt him tremble.

"I love you too." he said and kissed his head. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm in shock!" John groaned and lifted his head again, eyes filled to the brim with tears. "I can't believe any if this. I've just lost my sister and still... " he looked down at Hamish again and sighed loudly. "I don't know if I should be happy or sad."

"Maybe you should be both, for a little while." Sherlock answered him like it was easy and John just nodded. "Let's sit down for a while, watch some telly and have some tea before we go to bed." John nodded and and lifted his turned his gaze to him.

"Take him, and I'll make some." he said and Sherlock received the small boy and held him to his chest. He disappeared into the kitchen and Sherlock stood alone in the room with his newborn son in his arms, he decided to introduce himself to him and show him his home.

"Hello Hamish." he mumbled and moved around in the room as he held him. "Welcome to Baker street. Look." He took him over to the window and pulled the curtains aside, looking out over the road that was glowing in streetlight. "There's our street, do you see?" The boy still slept in his arms and Sherlock hadn't expected an answer. "That's were you will run up and down when you're old enough." He turned and walked over to his bookshelf. "Here are my books, feel free too brows through and read whatever you want, as long as you're careful with the original ones." Hamish was still sleeping and Sherlock bit his lip as he smiled at him, touched his little nose. "Here's my violin." he said and plucked two of the strings. "Not for you to touch, not even your daddy. But look, over here..." he ran across the room and fell to his knees by his desk and pulled out the big box. "Here's my first chemistry-kit. Which is yours now." He looked down at Hamish again who eagerly sucked his fingers and he kissed the top of his head. "Feel free to play with it, just be careful with the chemicals and ask me before opening any flasks you can't recognise."

"And you thought you wouldn't be a good dad." Sherlock looked to the kitchen door and saw John hugging his own body. "You're absolutely brilliant with him." Sherlock raised from the floor and kissed his son again, smelling that wonderful scent that only newborn carried.

"It's easy when he isn't talking back or asking stupid questions. I might just enjoy conversing with him." John smirked and walked over the floor, he just couldn't keep himself away from those two. When embracing them, he also took a deep breath of that wonderful scent as he kissed his little head.
"Good, now you finally have someone to talk to for hours when I'm not listening."

"I never cared if you listened." Sherlock chuckled and kissed his husband. "But both of you are better then my skull." John groaned with a twisted face when he said that.

"Don't compare our son to your skull." he begged him and stroke his hand over Hamish's back, he heard how Sherlock gave him a dark chuckle.

"He's just as talkative as him." he said and John pressed his lips together.

"Yeah, but I don't think he will be as quiet." The child cooed against Sherlock chest and fluttered his eyes and the father heard himself and John holding their breaths. The child looked around with tired blue eyes while sucking his fingers eagerly and John leaned in to make contact.

"Hi Hamish." he whispered and the small boy locked his eyes at him, observing him with curiosity. "Hello little one." Sherlock let out a little laugh and kissed his son's head again, feeling the same pride as at the hospital.

"So you decided to take a look around at last?" he murmured and laid him back in his hands so they could take a look at him. The boy blinked and his gaze shifted between the two parents who was utterly amazed by the little being. So perfect in every way but yet so small, he hardly existed. And even if he was that small, he was the biggest thing that had ever happened to them both.

"Look at you." John chirped and took his little hand. "Are you tired, honey?" They saw the boy yawn and Sherlock felt his heart cramp of love, his eyes widened and he bit down on both his lips.

"Well aren't you just handsome?" he finally got out of his throat and heard of his voice was pitched a couple of notes. Was he going to do something he had feared? Was he going to baby talk to his son? He had promised himself not to do that, but now when he was holding him he started to understand why people were acting so stupid around babies.

"I think the tea is ready." John said and interrupted his pondering. "I made a bottle for him, do you wanna feed him?" There was no way Sherlock was going to turn that chance down.

"Of course I do." he said and placed Hamish on his chest again, carefully leaning his little head to his thing shoulder to feel his small breaths against his neck.

"I'll get it." Sherlock saw him walking to the kitchen and he moved over to the sofa to sit leaning back against the cough he could release his arms around the bundle and take a hold of his little hand, he wanted to observe it, every little finger and nail. This was the first time in his life he had held a newborn because... who would let him hold their baby. He wanted to remember this, not forget a single day or development in his sons life, he was going to remember everything. Hamish moved under the blanket and made a little squeak, Sherlock didn't know why he was changing temper but he could guess.

"Don't worry." he whispered while stroking his hair. "Daddy's getting you some formula right now." Hamish clicked his tongue to his jaw and sucked his fingers again. It looked like he was about to fall asleep again but the sound of the rattling tray made him open his eyes again, John was walking over the floor with tea and biscuits.

"Here." he gave the warm bottle to Sherlock and he placed Hamish back on his arm again, carefully pulling his little arm to get the fingers out of his mouth. Before he could protest Sherlock hushed him gently

"Are you hungry?" he asked in a whisper and stroke the pacifier over his lips. The instinct made him latch on and he sucked it almost violently. "Good boy." he chirped and John played with the velvety hair. Hamish closed his eyes and took a hold of Sherlock's pinky and the detective's heart nearly melted by the touch.

"He was really hungry." John sighed with a broad smile and placed his head on his shoulder. Their little family was complete.

They took the bedding out of the stroller and placed it on the bed between them, Hamish was sleeping with them tonight so they could bond further. The placed him on the soft blankets and crawled down beside him under the cover. The boy quickly latched on to his fingers, sucked away like there was no tomorrow and they loved the sight of it. Time was closer to six in the morning but they had still no intentions to sleep, they were busy observing the small boy between them with so much aw a human being could possibly contain. John kept his hand on his warm tummy and stroke his thumb back and forth while Sherlock played with his hair, but he was worried about John.

"Will you be able to sleep?" he asked carefully and John cleared his throat.

"I guess." he sighed and Sherlock took his hand, entwined their fingers across Hamish's tummy. "I'm just a little shocked still." Sherlock kissed his fingertips and gave him a tired smile.

"Just wake me if you need me." he pleaded and John nodded, wiped a couple of tears that had started to fall. Suddenly the sobbing began again and how much he even tried to stop it he couldn't hold it back. Now when everything had calmed down and settled in their home they thoughts about his sister came back. Pain and sorrow was taking over and he covered his eyes with his hand.

"Oh John." Sherlock sighed and stroke his cheek, then he turned to the only comfort he knew of. "Do you want to cuddle?" John was to busy making other sounds with his voice, he couldn't answer his husband so Sherlock sat up, climbed over to his other side and laid down behind him. He hugged his body and snuggled into his neck, doing what ever he could to comfort him.

"It's alright John." he whispered. "We all knew she would pass sooner or later." John sniffled and grasped his hand, his body went stiff of his awful words.

"That's not helping." he sighed and his body started to shake violently while holding back the sobbing. Sherlock bit down hard when he understood that he had hurt him, he was really bad at this.

"You know I'm not good at comforting." he sighed in regret and John nodded.
"I know." he said between sobbing and laughing. "But you're right. I just didn't want it to happen so fast. I'm just glad she got to meet him." He sighed loudly. "Oh god, I'm going to miss her. I'm gonna miss her so much."

"I know." Sherlock said even if he didn't, this kinds of feelings had never been around him before. "At lest she's not in pain anymore." John sobbed loudly and grasped his hand hard to find comfort.

"I'm going to miss her so much. I know she wasn't the best person, but.. " he looked at small Hamish and tried not to sob violently. "But she was the best sister I've could ever have."

"She truly was." Sherlock whispered and kissed his neck. "The best woman I've ever met." He meant it by heart and held John's trembling body, hushed him softly. "It's alright. Calm down." They stayed awake for a couple of moments more, Sherlock holding him tightly until poor John cried himself to sleep. Sherlock had never felt so much pain for someone else before. Sun was rising and a greyish light was lingering around them. The detective spent a couple of moments more by observing his family, Hamish was breathing deeply among the many blankets, once and a while making a little sound, he just loved to hear him. He took a deep breath of John's scent and sighed loudly. He could finally sleep.

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