Chapter 4
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Once Hamish had finished his bottle they all went for a walk around the gardens. Hamish happily toddled along the path, holding onto John or Sherlock's hand, stopping every now and then to look at something, like a flower or tree. Sherlock and John's hands were entwined between them and they conversed as they kept an eye on Hamish whenever he let go of one of their hands.
"He's a fast little toddler." William commented.
"You were fast too; you'd have us chasing you down all the hallways." Charles said and everyone laughed.
"Daddy! Papa!" Hamish shouted and toddled over to them, he held up two yellow flowers, one to each of them.
"Aww, thank you so much!" John smiled.
"That's very kind of you, sweetheart." Sherlock said. They both pressed kisses to his forehead.
"Remember though, if you want to pick flowers, you have to ask the person who owns the garden." John said kindly.
Hamish didn't seem to care; he just toddled off in another direction.
"Aww, what a sweet boy." Kate smiled.
About five minutes later John frowned "Where is Hamish?" he asked, looking around quickly.
"I saw him just about twenty seconds ago!" Sherlock said, joining John in the search.
"Daddy! Papa! 'Ook!" they heard Hamish's voice from… above?
Everyone looked up and saw Hamish was sitting up in a branch of an oak tree. It had lots of low and high branches.
"Hamish, don't move!" John said, holding his hands up in a gesture for him to be still.
"How did he get up there? He can't even climb out of his cot!" Mycroft exclaimed.
"He's smart. He wanted to climb the tree, so he did. It doesn't look that hard, and as he's so young, he's flexible." Sherlock said.
John was walking towards the tree "Don't move, I'm coming to get you." he said to Hamish.
John started climbing steadily and was soon on the same thin branch as Hamish.
"Daddy! High!" Hamish said excitedly.
"Yes, but you've been naughty. You don't climb stuff without letting daddy or papa know first, okay? It's dangerous." John said sternly.
Hamish pouted and John straddled the branch and shuffled across it, soon he had Hamish in his arms and the boy clung onto him.
John climbed down carefully, one hand used to hold onto branches, and the other holding Hamish to himself.
Once on the floor Sherlock said "Hamish, that was naughty, okay? You could have gotten hurt."
As Hamish was put on the floor he pouted and looked cross.
"Don't you dare think of having a tantrum here. You shouldn't have climbed the tree without telling us." John put his hands on his hips.
Hamish imitated him and put his hands on his hips.
"Hamish." John said warningly.
Hamish shouted incoherently "Ahhuhh!"
"No, Hamish." Sherlock stated.
Hamish stomped a foot on the ground and sat down on the grass.
"Hamish Watson-Holmes, stop being silly." Sherlock said.
"Silly!" Hamish shouted and pointed at Sherlock then kicked his legs out in frustration.
"Hamish, we're having a nice walk, you either stop now and say sorry, or you come inside with me and it'll be really boring." John said, crouching down in front of his son.
Hamish looked to the ground with a pout, looking much like Sherlock, then looked up at John and sniffled.
"Come on, say sorry." John said.
"Sowwy." Hamish said.
John picked him up "Now say sorry to papa and give him a cuddle."
Hamish reached out for Sherlock and repeated the "sowwy" as he snuggled into Sherlock's arms.
"That's much better." Sherlock said.
They carried on walking and Elizabeth commented "Sherlock had lots of tantrums at Hamish's age, he didn't go two days without shouting at someone."
John laughed "Not much has changed there then."
Sherlock bumped his hip into John's and they laughed together.
Once they returned back inside they went to the living room again. John went quickly to their bedroom, rummaged through some bags, and returned with a few toys. He went to the living room where everyone was now sat and found Hamish in Sherlock's arms.
"Where's my… ears?" Sherlock questioned.
Hamish put his hands on Sherlock's ears and Sherlock said "Correct! My clever baby! Aren't you a clever toddler, Hamish?" he said with a big smile and bouncing his legs so Hamish bounced.
Hamish grinned and giggled and clapped.
"Look what I've got!" John said and put the small bag of toys on the floor.
"You shop at Sainsburys?" Camilla asked, looking at the orange plastic bag with poorly hidden distaste.
"Well, we didn't get the toys from Sainsburys, but we get our food from there." John replied as Sherlock put Hamish on the floor and the boy crawled over to John.
"What's this?" John pulled out a box.
"'Saw!" Hamish exclaimed, pointing at the box.
"That's right, a jigsaw. And what else have we got to play with?" John pulled out a little plastic box.
"Do'tor!" Hamish said and went for it when John put it down, attempting to open it.
"A doctor kit, yes! Who are you going to make better, Hamish?" John opened the box for his son.
Hamish looked around and looked unsure of these new people, so he took the stethoscope out of the kit and went toddling to his papa while everyone watched fondly and made comments to the person next to them.
Hamish listened to Sherlock's heart and said something, but it wasn't coherent enough for anyone to catch what he meant. He got off of Sherlock's lap, retrieved some bandages and wrapped them around Sherlock's arm and said "Oo Betta!"
"Thank you, darling, I am feeling much better." Sherlock smiled.
"Not dalin'! Do'tor! Like daddy!" Hamish demanded.
"Okay, my darling doctor." Sherlock smirked.
"Hey, Hamish," Harry sat on the floor beside John and said "I have a headache, can you make it better?"
Hamish put his stethoscope to Harry's forehead then stuck a plaster on it.
"That's better! Thank you." Harry sat back in his seat with a smile.
"N-n…Nnnn!" Hamish seemed to be stuck on a word.
"Next?" Sherlock suggested.
Hamish clapped "Nest!"
"Hamish, my wife is going to have a baby soon, can you make sure the baby is okay?" William asked, gesturing to Kate, who was sat next to him.
Hamish looked around the room and frowned "Where baby?" he asked.
"Hamish, sweetheart," John caught his attention and said "Remember, before a baby is born they live in their mummy, or in some cases, daddy's tummies." John patted his own stomach.
Hamish went "Oh!" and said "I be your tummy, daddy?" he asked, crawling over to John and nuzzling his head into John's jumper-covered stomach.
"Yes. And Kate, now, has a baby in her tummy." John explained, ruffling Hamish's hair fondly.
"Daddy?" Hamish asked insistently "Fat?" Hamish asked.
"Pardon?" John frowned.
"Fat." Hamish repeated.
"He's referring to the pictures of you when you were pregnant and when he's seen other pregnant people, John. The bump." Sherlock explained.
"Oh, well, Hay, I wasn't fat, I was pregnant. And you need to be a little bit bigger when you're pregnant." John said.
"As you repeated, John. 'I'm not fat!'" Sherlock said, mocking John well-naturedly.
"I wasn't fat! And your comments on my 'waddling', were just mean." John said.
"Oh, come on, John, I was just stating a fact." Sherlock said.
John gave a glare but they both laughed after a few moments.
Hamish toddled over to Kate and with help from William he climbed onto the sofa.
"Tummy?" he asked her, putting his hand on her stomach.
"That's right." She smiled. Hamish leant down and pressed his ear against her stomach and listened, then giggled "'Unny soun's." he remarked.
"Funny noises? That's the digestive system." Sherlock explained.
Hamish lifted his head up "Baby okay." He stated and got down from the sofa.
"That's great, thank you, Hamish." She smiled.
Hamish smiled at her then turned to his dad "Daddy." He said and put his hands between his legs.
"Do you need the toilet?" John asked.
Hamish nodded.
"Good boy for telling us. Where are they?" John asked, standing.
"I'll show you." Sherlock stood up and picked Hamish up "Is there anywhere else you need me to show you to?" Sherlock asked.
"Just the loos is fine." John said and they walked out.
When they returned Lestrade had arrived.
"Stwade!" Hamish exclaimed and toddled into the man's open arms.
"Alright, kiddo?" he asked, giving him a hug.
Hamish smiled and said "I be keva an' have wee in da loo!"
"You had a wee in the loo? That's really good!" Lestrade said, used to a two year old's happiness in revealing toilet habits.
"'Saw?"
"Pardon?" he asked.
"He's asking if you'll do the jigsaw with him." John explained, he and Sherlock sat down.
"Sure!" Lestrade nodded and sat on the floor with Hamish to do the puzzle.
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