Chapter 7
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They were all ready about half an hour before they even had to leave, all sat in suits around the living room. Hamish just wore comfortable but nice and clean clothes.
The two year old started squirming on the floor; he had been a bit out of sorts all day, a bit jumpy.
"Daddy." He suddenly said with a look of distress on his young features.
"Yes, sweetheart?" John asked.
"My bum!" Hamish said and wiggled on the floor.
"Your bum what?" John asked, getting up and crouching in front of Hamish.
"Itchy!" Hamish exclaimed.
"Alright, calm down. Let's go and have a look." John said gently and picked Hamish up then walked out.
He took Hamish to their room and lay him on the bed. Hamish arched his back and put his hands down the back of his nappy.
"No, Misha. Don't touch, you might make it worse." John gently admonished him.
"Hurts." Hamish whimpered "Daddy!"
"I'll make it better." John soothed and stroked Hamish's hair, then took his trousers and nappy off and lifted his legs up to see red and slightly bumpy skin around his bottom "Ah, you have a nappy rash. Don't worry, I'll go and get some cream." John said reassuringly. As he made his way to the ensuite bathroom Sherlock walked in.
"Everything alright?" he asked.
"He has a nappy rash." John explained and went to get the bag of toiletries. He always bought stuff in case for Hamish, babies got all sorts of bugs and rashes and such.
"Aww, are you alright, darling?" Sherlock asked and sat beside Hamish on the bed, gently stroking his hair and trying to calm him down.
"Itches, papa!" Hamish said, rolled over, and buried his face in Sherlock's leg and sniffled. Sherlock rubbed his back gently and took a look at the rash "It isn't too bad, daddy will be able to clear that up quickly!" he said comfortingly as John entered the room again with a tube of cream.
He squeezed some onto his fingers and gently rubbed it into the rash. Hamish slowly relaxed.
"Better?" John asked and Hamish nodded.
"Right, we'll get you a new nappy and we'll take the cream to this ballet thing and put it on in the interval. But if you do get too uncomfortable we can come back here. Or if you want to stay here that is okay too. What do you want, pumpkin?" John asked.
Hamish pulled his head out of Sherlock's leg and said "Ballet." quietly.
"Alright then." Sherlock smiled.
"Bunny?" Hamish asked, looking around.
His soft toy bunny was one of his favourites. It was his comfort toy when he was poorly.
"Oh. That's back at home." John said.
"We can go home on the way, just make a little stop-off." Sherlock suggested.
They went downstairs, Hamish in Sherlock's arms with his bum a lot less itchy and his trousers and nappy back on.
"Is the poppet alright?" Penelope rushed forward when they entered the room.
"Just a nappy rash, nothing serious." John reassured her.
"Auntie Lizzie, can we make a stop-off at our home on the way to the ballet? We need to pick something up." Sherlock asked.
"Of course. We normally arrive early anyway. Now come on, we better get in the cars." She said.
They had three cars; each had bullet-proof glass, but were quite anonymous.
Greg and Mycroft were going in their own. Sherlock, John, Hamish, Penelope, Cliff and Elizabeth got in the first one. Harry, Kate, William, Philip, Camilla and Charles got in the next one and they drove into London. The cars pulled up outside Baker Street and as the streets were moderately empty all ten people got out, which John and Sherlock thought was unnecessary but they let the royals be.
John put his hands on his pocket "I forgot the keys." He commented and knocked on the door.
"Coming!" They heard Mrs Hudson say.
"Gwanny!" Hamish cheered.
The door opened and Mrs Hhudson smiled.
"Boys! Had enough of your craziness already, have they?" she smiled.
"Not quite yet." John smiled and passed Hamish to her, who got a cheek kiss and a tight squeeze from his granny.
"'Grannny'?" Penelope asked.
"Oh, guests!" Mrs Hudson stood out of their way to let everyone in, as the royals walked in she gasped and curtsied.
"No need for that, thank you. It's nice to meet you. I hear you keep Sherlock in check." Elizabeth smiled.
"Well… I try!" she smiled, flustered.
"'Granny'?" Penelope repeated.
"Oh, mummy, stop being jealous. You are his grandmother, but Mrs Hudson is very much his granny too." Sherlock stated and they all made their way upstairs.
Once they were in the flat everyone looked around, taking it all in, while John went up to Hamish's room to get the toy and Sherlock went to the kitchen.
"I've got bunny!" John announced and gave it to Hamish once he was back down "Shall we go then?" John frowned and looked around for Sherlock.
"He's in the kitchen." William said.
John went over and found him turning his Bunsen burner on.
"Sherlock!" he protested.
"Busy, John. I've just thought of a brilliant experiment." Sherlock stated.
"We're going to the ballet. Turn that thing off, come on, we're going to be late." John said, his hands on his hips.
"But I want to experiment." Sherlock said quietly "John, I want to stay here, you go to the ballet."
"Well… if you want." John said.
"Thank you. I just need stimulation. I've made deductions about everyone we're surrounded by and they're all boring." Sherlock said.
"It's alright, Sherlock. We'll go now and pick you up on our way back." John said.
"Good." Sherlock smiled and leant over to John. John pressed a gentle kiss to Sherlock's lips and pulled away with a smile "See you later, love." He said and went to go and get Hamish.
When they got to the ballet place it was incredible. The building was incredible, the detail astonishing. John took his seat beside Kate and Penelope and had Hamish sat on his lap.
Ten minutes in Hamish curled up on John's lap, put his thumb in his mouth and tapped John's chest to get his attention.
"Yes, darling?" John leant down to hear Hamish.
"Home? Papa?" Hamish asked.
"Okay." John smiled and kissed Hamish's forehead gently.
He stood up, trying to be discreet and quiet, and went to the Queen's side and tapped her gently on the shoulder.
"Yes?" she asked, looking up at the ex-army doctor.
"I'm just going to take Hamish home. Sorry about this, he wants Sherlock and he's a bit tired and down because of the rash." John explained.
"That's quite fine. We'll pick you up on our way back." Elizabeth smiled reassuringly and John left.
When the cab pulled up outside 221B John got out with Hamish and went upstairs after paying. He found Sherlock still in the kitchen, his eyes glued to his microscope.
"Papa!" Hamish said loudly.
Sherlock jumped slightly and looked up.
"Hamish! John!" he said, slightly surprised, which wasn't a look that was seen on that clever face often at all.
"Hamish wanted you. Come to think of it, so do I." John smiled and put Hamish on the floor.
"Ballet boring?" Sherlock asked.
"Just not my thing." John said fairly.
Hamish toddled over to Sherlock for a hug and got a big one, and then John joined in.
"It's nice to be home, just for a few hours." John commented.
"Indeed." Sherlock smiled.
In the end John and Hamish were sat on the sofa watching Monsters Inc while Sherlock experimented and occasionally shouted through about his findings. Hamish fell asleep with his thumb in his mouth, his other arm wrapped around his bunny, and he was leaning into John comfortably.
Sherlock answered the door at around nine o'clock and the Watson-Holmes' joined everyone in the car.
"Aww, he looks exhausted." Penelope cooed over Hamish.
"Yes, it is past his bed time." John smiled fondly at his son who lay in his arms.
Once back home everyone went to bed. John made sure to check the rash, which was looking a lot better than that morning, he put some extra cream on and Sherlock got Hamish in his pyjamas and settled him down for bed after waking him up for a little drink of some warm milk.
John and Sherlock lay cuddled up in each other's arms that night.
"You know, though this little break is nice, it's different, I far prefer just being at home." John commented.
"Mmm, me too." Sherlock nodded and pressed a kiss to John's neck.
They fell asleep soon after and all was peaceful.
