Author's Note:
More cute Watson-Holmes family stuff. You can expect that this the whole fic.
Amy grinned just a bit as she looked up at her brother. At least he was trying to sleep, which she was thankful for. She'd done it all to try and relax him because, really, she wasn't tired at all. It wasn't even near nap time. Curiously she looked over at Sherlock, knowing full well her Papa wasn't asleep, and tilted her head a bit as she studied him. "Psst," she said softly so she wouldn't disturb Thomas.
Sherlock heard little Sandi and smirked a bit. He opened his eyes and looked at Amy. "Hey Baby Girl," he whispered. "Are you liking the aeroplane ride Sweetie?" Finally, Thomas had managed to fall asleep it seemed. The boy certainly needed it.
As carefully as she could Amy nodded her head, studying Sherlock with wide yes. "'S fun. I likes aeroplanes," she whispered. After a quick glance at John she grinned and licked her lips, leaning forward a bit to talk to her Papa some more. "Does you likes the aeroplane ride, Papa?"
Sherlock nodded a bit. It was just another aeroplane ride to him, nothing terribly exciting about it really but it was all new to little Sandi. It was obvious Amy was enjoying it. "If you look out the window Baby Girl you can see how high up we are. Up above the clouds with the ocean beneath us."
Amy's eyes were wide for a second and she twisted slowly to look out the window. "The ocean," she whispered with a gasp, taking it all in as her little chest started to move faster. They were flying in clouds. "Papa, we is in clouds," she said breathlessly, looking back at him eagerly. "We is flying in clouds!"
Sherlock smiled as he watched little Sandi's reaction. "Yes we are Baby Girl." He fell quiet when he heard Thomas groan and watched the boy shift in the seat. Good. Still sleeping. He wasn't sure how long in the air they had been already, but he imagined that their flight was half over, or perhaps they were closer to New York City than he thought.
The moment she head Thomas groan Amy snapped her mouth shut, looking up at her older brother with wide eyes. It had taken ages to get him to fall asleep and the last thing she wanted to do was wake him up. Her gaze shifted to Sherlock as she smiled nervously, taking him in before slowly smiling. After several moments of stillness she lifted her hands up, paused, and then slowly starting moving her hands to sign to her Papa. 'I love you.'
Sherlock raised his eyes brows a bit but couldn't help but smirk. It really shouldn't come as a surprise that little Sandi had picked up on sign language since he and John used it so much, usually when the children were around. 'Love you,' he signed back to Amy.
Watching her Papa sign back to her made Amy smile eagerly. It stopped after that because after countless hours of watching her parents that was really all she knew. It was enough, though, to put that perfect look on Sherlock's face. "Is Dada sleeps too?" She curiously looked up at Thomas and smiled when she noticed he was still asleep.
Sherlock tilted his head up a bit to look up at John's face. He already knew the answer without looking because he could tell from his husband's slow and steady breathing John was still asleep. "Yes," he said and signed it at the same time so little Sandi would be able to learn more sign language.
Yes. Amy moved her hands in the same way and grinned. 'Yes' she signed with a small nod. Definitely picking it up except she knew that she would probably forget it by the time the plane landed. At least she was trying, though. Papa had to be proud about that. "I wants to sleep when we gets there. Can I?"
Sherlock smiled at little Sandi. "Of course you can Baby Girl." He signed 'yes' again, clearly rather proud of his daughter right now that she was learning sign language. It made his chest swell with pride and certainly something he would share with John later.
Another yes. Amy repeated the motion yet again and smiled at Sherlock before yawning, licking her lips and then looking to her Dada. Fast asleep with Papa resting against him. After a long moment of simply studying them she looked back down at Sherlock and tilted her head a bit to the side. "You and Dada loves each other," she whispered.
Sherlock smiled again. "Yes, we do Baby Girl. Very much so." It was true. He couldn't imagine life without John and he knew his husband felt the same way. Things hadn't always been easy between them but somehow they had managed to muster through some rather difficult times.
Amy was so beyond happy about that simple statement that she had to hide her face behind Thomas' sleeping body, giggling a bit at the thought. Love was still a foreign concept to her, obviously, and kissing still seemed icky to her. Her attention snapped back to her parents when John shifted a bit with a groan, his arms tightening instinctively around his husband.
Sherlock shifted gently, hoping not to wake John but offer his husband some comfort from a possible oncoming nightmare. He gave John a quick kiss on the cheek. "You are fine Love. I am right here with you," he murmured. He gave his husband's hand a gentle squeeze.
Almost instantly John relaxed, letting out a long breath and loosening his embrace just a bit on Sherlock. It was clear that his husband could calm him down during anything and it was something he'd loved so much about the man.
Amy watched the two men, captivated by how well her Papa could simply calm Dada down with a few words and a small kiss. At that moment she knew that she definitely had the best parents in the world and was the luckiest little girl ever. "Dada is lucky to has you," she whispered as she kept her gaze locked on Sherlock.
Sherlock made sure John was settled before turning his attention back to their daughter. He always felt he was the lucky one but he didn't want to argue with little Sandi. "We both are," he admitted quietly.
Amy tilted her head to the side before she gently shook her head, looking up at John with a small smile. "You saved Dada, he saided it to me one time," she explained. "He tucked me into bed and saided that you saved him and without you he wouldn't be alive. So's he is really lucky to has you a'cause without you I wouldn't has a Dada." The smile on her face was soft as she yawned and curled closer to Thomas.
Sherlock matched little Sandi's smile. That sounded like something John would say. He brushed his thumb along his husband's knuckles gently. He supposed in a way they had saved each other, multiple times really. He couldn't help but yawn, however he refused to sleep on the plane otherwise he was worried he wouldn't sleep tonight when they landed and it would screw up his already crazy sleep schedule.
Amy understood the silence immediately and turned a bit to face the window, taking in the passing clouds before slowly giving in to sleep. For a while she fought it, propping her head up against Thomas and rapidly blinking her eyes but the natural instinct of nap time eventually took over and she fell asleep curled against her older brother.
John shifted slightly in his seat, his arms tightening around Sherlock as he started to wake up. "Mmph," he murmured as his eyes opened and he realized that sleeping in a chair, first class or not, was not for a man of his age. "God, my back," he said softly as he dropped his face into his husband's hair.
Sherlock frowned and shifted, hoping John could get more comfortable. He didn't sit up though, since his husband's head was buried in his hair and he didn't want to disrupt John. "You okay Love? I can give you a massage at the hotel after dinner. How does that sound?"
John lifted his head up to look at Sherlock the best he could manage. "Yeah," he whispered roughly, wincing again as his back popped. "Slept wrong, not as young as I used to be," he added as he tried to force himself to relax. A massage would be perfect for him and it would have to be done before anything they planned on doing in the shower while the kids were asleep.
"A massage and blow job in the shower, quite the night for you John Watson." Sherlock tilted his head up to smirk at his husband. He moved off John and shifted to snuggle against his husband's shoulder. "Love you," he murmured as he gave John a quick kiss on the lips.
Just the thought of their activities that night made John grin like an idiot. It had been ages since they'd managed to get a little time alone and now Sherlock was going to spoil him. How could he go wrong? "I'm excited," he whispered as he returned the kiss, playfully deepening it for a moment before he heard somebody near them clear their throat. Apparently that wasn't allowed so he pulled away and licked his lips happily. "I can't even control myself around you."
Sherlock smirked again. "I know, I can't either. God, I can't wait for this aeroplane to land." He didn't care about the person clearing their throat and kissed John again, this time letting their lips linger and adding tongue just for spite.
Hearing that Sherlock was excited to suck him off made John whimper softly into the kiss, eagerly sucking at his husband's tongue and ignoring the sound of the person again. They were married and loved each other, quite the accomplishment of many around them in the world. If he wanted to share a nice snog with his husband then he was going to. When he needed a breath he pulled away and smiled softly, pressing their foreheads together. "Naughty Sherlock," he whispered with a small chuckle.
All Sherlock could do was smirk up at John. "And you love it." He gave his husband another quick kiss on the lips, ignoring the person behind them clearing their throat loudly. Well, obviously they were making someone feel uncomfortable but something like that had never bothered him.
More throat clearing. "We are upsetting people," John whispered with a small smile, licking his lips as he lifted a hand to run through his husband's hair. They were definitely doing a bit more in public than he was used to. They hadn't done too much like this since they'd gotten older but he figured since they were both busy with jobs and kids that there wasn't much time to go out in the first place. "But you clearly don't care."
"Mmmm..." Sherlock murmured as he felt John's hand in his hair and he let his eyes close in contentment. The smirk returned to his lips, but he kept his yes shut. "When have I ever cared about what people thought, Love?"
John couldn't help but chuckle at that, pressing a kiss to Sherlock's temple as he glanced over at their sleeping kids. "Never. You have never cared about what other people think about us," he said softly. At the moment he hardly cared himself simply because it had been a while since he'd been able to hold his husband and just kiss him. People around them should be happy they were still so in live with each other. "They're just jealous, I think," he replied with a small smile.
"Perhaps." Sherlock really didn't care either way. He was snuggled against John and he was going to enjoy the moment damn it. With jobs and children and other obligations he hadn't been close with his husband often lately and he wanted to take full advantage of it. Hell, he planned to do just that the entire time they were on vacation. The whole family needed it, especially with the passing of hims mother over Christmas. Damn it, don't think about that right now.
Out of instinct John pulled his husband a little closer, pressing his nose against the crown of Sherlock's head with a soft smile. "They're upset that they didn't get to be this close to such a wonderfully attractive man like I do," he whispered. While he spoke his hand moved to gently spread out over Sherlock's stomach, holding the man close to him protectively. "Even more jealous of how I've got to start a family with you."
Sherlock tilted his head up at John and gave a small smile. At least he heard what his husband had said this time, sometimes he missed what John when he got lost inside his head. "I'm pretty sure they are jealous of the fact that my husband is wonderful and adorable." The smirk returned to his lips once more.
And there went Sherlock, still claiming that he was adorable. John just laughed and dropped his head to give his husband a short, simple kiss. "I love you," he whispered as his hand went through the man's hair again. This was the most intimate he'd been with Sherlock in front of people but with their limited time together he was going to take what he could get. "Good thing I married such an attractive man to counterbalance all of my adorableness."
Sherlock smirked bigger. "Well, I don't know if you are that adorable. I am amazing and perfect after all. Speaking of amazing and perfect, Baby Girl knows how to say 'I love you' in sign language." He was rather proud of their daughter for that. There. Much better things to think about than what he had been. Like usual John was able to distract him, it was one of the many things he loved about his husband.
John looked up at Amy instantly, a proud smile on his face. "She does?" It was clear he was in a bit of shock about that bit of information. "She's so smart," he whispered as his eyes traveled to Thomas. "So is our son. I'm so proud of him, Sherlock. He's really been working on his behavior at school and he is so protective of Amy." Sometimes he realized how amazingly lucky they were when it came to their kids.
"Yes, she does Love. We were whispering and she was worried Thomas might wake up so she signed it to me." Sherlock had a proud smile on his face as well. "Yes, he is. We got lucky with the kids." Their children were the one thing that had gone right for them and after everything they had been through he felt they certainly deserved it.
It had always worries him that Amy would want to be as smart as Sherlock but would never get the chance. Now John was starting to believe that his husband had a massive impact on their daughter. "And you thought you'd be a horrible father," he whispered playfully. In reality they were both better parents than they thought they would be and he was incredibly thankful for that. "You're the only person I could imagine having a family with," he said softly, moving his lips right over Sherlock's ear.
"You did too," Sherlock replied with a smirk. His eyes closed again as he felt John's lips on ear. It felt wonderful. Well, all of it. Snuggled close to his husband. The amazing feeling of John's lips on his skin. Maybe he would end up taking a nap after all. He was rather relaxed and content right now. "And you are the only person I could imagine having a family with Love."
So far it seemed like John's plan was working. Sherlock was relaxing more and more against him which meant he was going to end up taking a nap sooner or later. "You can go to bed," he whispered with a smile. "We've got a few hours left before you land," he added as he tightened his embrace around Sherlock. "I'll be right here for you, yeah? Take a nap." Sherlock needed to rest if he planned on doing anything later that day.
"You want me to sleep," Sherlock murmured but he didn't bother trying to fight it. He loved being relaxed and content in John's arms. He turned a bit so his face could bury itself into his husband's chest. "Love you," he muttered as he finally drifted off to sleep.
Watching Sherlock fall asleep was soothing enough and John just sat there patiently, running his hand through his husband's hair to help keep him asleep for as long as possible. The plan had worked and now he just had to keep his partner calm and sleeping for as long as possible, that way he'd be well rested for their activities once they landed in the states.
Sherlock actually slept the rest of the flight and woke up by the time the aeroplane descending jolted him awake. He grumbled a bit and shifted in John's lap. Shit, he hadn't meant to sleep so long. Damn his husband for being so comfortable. He sat up in his seat and put his seat belt on, to avoid some flight attendant telling him to so. He looked over at John and smiled and then glanced over at their children to see how they were doing.
Thomas had woken up before his Daddy and when he felt the aeroplane going down he tensed, gripped his arm rests and closed his eyes. Were they going to die now? He was trying to be brave for Amy but right now he was getting scared again.
By the time the plane started landing John already felt himself getting hard, having to shift a bit to hide it. God, it was so difficult to control himself when he knew what was coming. He grabbed Sherlock's hand and held on to it with a smile, leaning to the side to place a kiss on Sherlock's cheek. "Almost here," he whispered happily as he felt the plane finally hit the runway.
Amy looked up at her brother and smiled softly, yawning as she tried to get herself to wake up completely. "'S okay, 'Mas," she said softly as she held his hand and leaned against him. "Just us landing in the aeroplane so that means that we is in 'Mericas!"
Sherlock returned his attention to John with a smile and whispered in his husband's ear. "I know Love and I can't wait for tonight. Apparently neither can you." He gave John a knowing smirk and glanced back over to see how their son was doing. He was rather happy and proud of Thomas for not making too much of a fuss while in flight. The boy was obviously still nervous though.
Thomas looked down at Amy and managed a faint smile. "I know Sis and we are going to have lots of fun." Once they got off the aeroplane. If, they got of the aeroplane. He was still worried the thing might crash any moment even though they had just landed on the run way.