I kept writing about the Christening, but hadn't written it down, how remiss!

So here is part 1.

The Christening Part 1

John came home to find Lucy nursing baby John on the sofa. There was no sign of Sherlock, and the contented little chuckles she was making suggested she had very little idea he'd come home. There had been a medical emergency at the clinic, and his shirt and trousers were covered in blood. He watched the scene fondly for a few moments before dashing upstairs to get changed. The last couple of weeks since the baby had been born had been rather happy for John, and the pleasant domesticity had suited him. Lucy had never breast fed Simon, and with John as a surrogate husband she had been able to ask questions of the health visitors she would never had dared alone. Watching her with the new baby was one of his greatest pleasures, even Sarah had been able to see the look of new fatherhood that came from his very core. Sadly Sherlock saw the child as a rival for affection, he rarely went near the baby and spent a long time complaining about it when he did.

"Is Sherlock not back?" John asked when he returned to the living room.

"He's came back from the Yard, then Mycroft phoned to say he was coming over, and he left again." Lucy sidled into him, and held up the baby for inspection. "There's an RAF stew in the oven on low heat, do you think he's putting on enough weight?" This was Lucy's normal routine when John came home, dinner would be ready then she'd bombard him with questions about the baby's health.

"Mycroft's coming over? Why?" John asked, bouncing the perfectly healthy baby and making a show of measuring him.

"I don't know, but I got a text a few minutes ago from 'not' Anthea saying she'd kidnapped Sherlock so I assume they'll be here soon. If you want some stew I'd grab it now, could you do me a bowl as well?"

John kissed the baby and handed him back, getting up and fixing 2 bowls of Lucy's stew.

He was just settling back down on the sofa, when the door downstairs banged open, and Sherlock's unmistakable yelling woke up baby John. Lucy groaned and picked up the baby, John went to the door and shouted at the squabbling Holme's brothers to shut up.

Mycroft apologized heartily to his tiny nephew, and taking the child in his arms attempted to rock him into submission. Sherlock whining that Mycroft should leave, or Sherlock would leave didn't help this.

"What do you want to talk about Mycroft?" Lucy asked, pulling her husband down onto the sofa between John and herself.

The older Holmes looked down at his sister in law, and suddenly smiled. "Ah yes, of course, well now I have you all here." He gave a nasty look to Sherlock. "Mummy and I have been talking, and we think you should have the boys christened."

"We don't believe in God?" Lucy informed him.

"Yes, but every Holmes has been christened in the Estate church, and we feel that convention should be continued, also" he stopped and cleared his throat "it might be a nice way to officially welcome Dr Watson to the family. If he would agree to stand as the boy's Godfather."

"Shouldn't I ask him?" Sherlock asked

"So you wouldn't be adverse to the idea then?" Mycroft caught his brother.

"Actually I quite like the idea, if John would be up for it." Lucy counted. Suddenly John was aware of 4 pairs of eyes on him, one pair ever so tiny.

"Both boys?" he asked and was treated to series of nods "Actually I'd be honored."

There was a lot to organize, and most pressing in Lucy's mind was trying to get Mrs Hudson to agree to be Godmother. She had initially refused because of her age, then Lucy had started bombarding her with cupcakes and brioche until she started to refuse on grounds she wasn't up for the excitement. In the end Sherlock was dispatched to talk the Landlady around, and came back wondrously victorious. Simon had been informed he was to be christened and had a similar view to his father, religion was useless drivel. However one Saturday morning found Lucy, John, baby John, and Simon walking through Mayfair, towards an appointment at a particular Saville Row tailors. Mycroft had arranged the appointment, they idea was for John, Sherlock, and Simon to have matching suits. Sherlock however had refused to come and in the end they had left without him.

Lucy was rather uncomfortable as an older gentlemen measured her eldest son, this was something his father should have done with him. John however was lovely about it, holding Simon's hand when he was worried. Generally being a better husband than Sherlock would ever have managed. Lucy's embarrassment reached epic proportions however when John was measured. She had offered to take baby John for a walk around the block, but John wasn't embarrassed and told Lucy she could stay. Blushing she did, silently wondering if she was the only woman in this iconic street that morning. When they had finished and made their next appointment, they walked to McDonalds. Sherlock refused point blank to eat junk food, John however felt that this was what you should do when shopping with little boys.

"What's John going to wear?" the Doctor asked.

"The Holmes family gown" Lucy replied, snaffling her Big Tasty with Bacon.

"A dress?" John asked

"Oh yeah, you should see the pics of Sherlock wearing it" she told him, John snorted special sauce out of his nose.

"Why wasn't I christened before?" Simon asked waving his happy meal toy in way of interrogation.

"We didn't have John before to stand as Godfather" Lucy explained patiently.

As they left the restaurant an old lady grabbed John's wrist where it rested on baby John's pram.

"Your family is simply gorgeous" she said, nodding her head, and Lucy and Simon's retreating backs, you must be very proud.

"Oh very" John said smirking, as he followed them into the street.

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