Chapter 10- Giggling and drooling

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PREFACE

Warnings/Triggers: Some strong language use. Johnlock fluff at the end!

Author's notes: We hope you enjoy this! This is a story made by me ( Sophlock ) and Femke ( JustFemke ).

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Sir Conan Doyle created all the wonderful characters, and the BBC gave them their good looks. We only created the story; the rest belongs to them.

Sherlock walked to the closest main road with Hamish and hailed a cab. He climbed in "221B Baker Street please." He sat down with Hamish and smiled at him. He took a teddy out of the bag "D'you want this?"

Hamish's eyes grew wide as he looked at the teddy.

"I'll take that as a yes then..." Sherlock smiled and moved the teddy closer to Hamish so he could touch it's soft brown fur.

Hamish reached his tiny fingers out and began to touch the teddy, not knowing what to expect. He looked up at Sherlock and Sherlock seemed to get the feeling that Hamish hadn't had teddies when he'd been with Irene...

The detective smiles reassuringly "Don't be scared... He's not Anderson..." Just the mere thought of that idiot made the tall man pull a little face of disgust.

Hamish hugged the teddy as a little tear rolled down his cheek. Sherlock frowned as he saw the tiny water droplet "What's wrong? Don't you like him?"

Hamish sniffed a bit against the fluffy fur. Sherlock was beginning to worry a little now "What's wrong Hamish?"

Hamish looked back at the detective with watery eyes but he smiled.

Sherlock shook his head in relief "Babies cry when they're happy?" He never knew that...

Hamish hugged the teddy more "Mhmmmh..." He loved that teddy... Its fur was so soft and fluffy.

Sherlock smiled "D'you think you can hold him by yourself?"

Hamish carried on sniffling against the plush teddy and Sherlock sighed "Ok..." He gently let go of the teddy into Hamish's arms.

Hamish was a little unbalanced at first but he soon took the teddy closer into his arms and hugged it, he began to drool on it.

Sherlock smirked an shook his head a little "D'you drool on everything Hamish?"

Hamish giggled in reply and Sherlock smiled properly "Giggling and drooling.. That's all you're doing..."

The baby sniffles against the head of the bear and looked up at Sherlock with his big eyes.

Sherlock grinned back proudly "D'you know what? ... Lestrade's right, I am proud of you."

Hamish took the hand of the bear, holding it protectively. "What d'you want to call your bear Hamish?"

The baby mumbled something against the side of the bear's head. Sherlock smiled at his name idea "How about John? Like dad?"

"Mmmhmm..." Hamish put his mouth around the bear's nose, making it incredibly soggy with baby saliva.

"John it is then..." Sherlock smiled, John would like that.

The cab stopped outside 221B. "£20 please mate." Sherlock paid the cabbie and got out of the taxi and walked up to 221B, he glanced at the time. "2:43... John will be back..." Sherlock sighed in frustration.

John sat in his chair, worrying himself to death. Where the /hell/ was Sherlock?! And Hamish for goodness sake?!

Sherlock opened the door to the flat and prepared himself for what John had to say as he saw the doctor sat in his chair.

John looked up angrily at Sherlock "Where the fuck were you?!"

The detective sighed a little and came into the room properly "Don't shout John..."

"Where were you?!" John was angry, he'd shout all he liked.

Sherlock sighed and decided to get it over with, "Lestrade came..."

John couldn't believe what the taller man was saying. "YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TELL ME THAT YOU TOOK YOUR SON OF 6 MONTHS TO A FUCKING CRIME SCENE!"

"Please stop shouting John, it's not good for our son." Sherlock tried to hide his guiltiness with sass.

John shook his head in disbelief, "... To a fucking crime scene... with a dead body... and blood... oh god blood..."

Hamish had teary eyes from all the shouting and clutched the bear against himself.

"He was asleep for most of it... Look you're making him cry..." Sherlock stroked Hamish's hair softly, trying to calm him down a little.

"But I was worried..." John's eyes softened as he realised Hamish was about to cry "No.. don't cry..."

Sherlock frowned "I know you were... I'm sorry..." He knew he'd done wrong...

John sighed, he knew that when Sherlock said sorry, he meant it. He didn't say it often and when he did it was because he knew he'd done wrong. "Can I hold him?"

Sherlock nodded and pulled Hamish out of the carrier. "Yeah..."

John grinned "Aaaw, you gave him the teddy!"

Sherlock blushed a little and passed Hamish over "Yeah... We named him John..."

The doctor grabbed Hamish gently and laid him on his knees. John rubbed the baby's tummy and whispered in his ear "You named him John little Hamish? Well I like that..."

Hamish giggled a bit. Sherlock frowned "He'll be hungry you know... Can you feed him for me?"

"Yeah sure if you warm a bottle up for me..." John carried on hugging Hamish gently and the baby smiled back.

"Well he liked that baby mush stuff this morning... D'you want that instead?" Sherlock frowned, that mushy stuff was disgusting...

"Sounds good... Hey Hamish.. you like this don't you..." Hamish giggled as John hugged him more.

Sherlock stalked into the kitchen and got a spoon and a pot of baby mush. He came back with it, frowning at the colour of it, he handed it to John "I'm sorry about the whole... Taking Hamish to a crime scene covered in blood thing..."

John took the pot and unscrewed the lid "Just wait until I pay you back for that..." John giggled a little at his idea.

"What? What are you planning to do?" Sherlock folded himself into his chair opposite John and Hamish and picked up his violin. He began to play softly.

John started to feed Hamish "Just wait for it..."

"Tell me." Sherlock's calloused fingers were pattering over the strings as his bow danced in the other long thin hand.

"Well I saw this thing today at work..." John was still feeding the baby, stopping every 3 bites.

"And..." Sherlock was watching John, learning from his actions at the same time as playing his soft melody.

"There's this thing at the swimming pool every Wednesday..." John started explaining carefully as he fed Hamish.

Sherlock stopped playing and laid the smooth oak wood down on his lap. He stared at John "What are you saying?"

"It's something to relax your kid and it's basically just good for them..." John daren't look up at the detective's reaction yet.

"You want me to take Hamish to a parent and baby swimming class?!" Sherlock shivered at the idea. A swimming pool of middle aged fat women with chubby babies, splashing around in chemical water. Great.

"Well... Ye- yeah." John finally looked at Sherlock and smirked a little at the face he was pulling.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes "Why?"

"Because I thought it would be fun..." John frowned, now he thought about it, that was a crap excuse.

Sherlock realised that the best way to get back into John's good books was to agree. Great. He sighed and shook his head "I must be going mad... Fine. But only if you come with me and let me have more kisses and love. One kiss on the cheek a week is not enough..."

"Great!" John grinned happily as Hamish giggled again.

"Is that a deal then?" Sherlock smirked as he caressed his bow slightly.

"Yeah... Come here..." John smiled sweetly at his tall detective boyfriend.

Sherlock smirked sarcastically, "Why? You're not going to hit me again are you?" He stood up anyway and moved closer.

John smirked back "Not this time..." He held Hamish carefully.

"Good..." Sherlock moved his thin frame closer to the doctor and the baby.

John reached up, as Sherlock lowered himself to meet him, and kissed Sherlock's chiselled cheek softly before sitting back down and smiling to himself.

"Is that it?" Sherlock smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"Want more then?" John stroked Hamish's back gently as he smirked at Sherlock.

"Maybe..." Sherlock watched John's movements carefully with his sharp, bright eyes.

"Let me just put him in his crib then..." John put the baby mush and spoon down on the coffee table.

"Burp him first." Sherlock smirked, he was learning.

"Oh yeah sorry..." John leant Hamish against his chest and started patting him on the back.

"I'm learning see..." Sherlock smirked again, no one had expected him to learn so quick, but every piece of information had gone into his new wing in his mind palace. 'Hamish and Baby Care wing' was growing by the day.

"Good good... Come on fella, burp already..." John patted Hamish more.

Sherlock frowned "Why is he never sick on you?"

"I don't know..." John patted a little more and Hamish did a cute little burp.

John smiled "Good boy Hamish..."

Sherlock smiled proudly at his boys. Because that's what they were. /His/ boys and he was proud of them.

"Now I can put him back..." John stood up with Hamish.

"Well now he's learnt how to sit up he'll be trying that I think..." Sherlock smiled a little, remembering Hamish's proud face when he'd say up.

"Oh yeah true..." John carried Hamish upstairs to his crib and gently laid him down.

Sherlock stood up and straightened his jacket as he glanced at himself in the mirror "I hope he's ok alone..."

"We have the baby monitor... Since when do you worry actually? Which is good by the way.." John tucked Hamish in gently.

"Oh ok... And I don't know..." Sherlock knew exactly when, since Irene had left a six month old baby on his doorstep. That's when.

John came back downstairs "Well I'm not complaining..." He came over to Sherlock.

"Oh ok... Good..." Sherlock smiled at John, unsure of what he was going to get.

"Now I have time for you..." John moved even closer to Sherlock.

"That's good..." Sherlock smiled, he had worked out what he was getting now...

John pulled Sherlock into a waist hug and Sherlock looked down at him. "So the one kiss a week rule has quickly gone... You're going to have to be firmer with rules with our son John..."

"Ok then..." John pulled away teasingly.

"No wait!" Sherlock frowned, he John was teasing him but he missed his boyfriend's touch.

"What is it?" John smiled fondly.

Shelduck pouted "I was enjoying that." John came back and wrapped his arms back around the thin waist "Well don't complain then..."

Sherlock kissed in John's hair "I'm sorry..."

John reached up and kissed Sherlock gently on the lips "Love you."

Sherlock smiled and kissed him back "Love you too... Dad."

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