"Noro what are you doing up there you silly thing? Come down so I can leave for school." The child said. This child was five years old now her name was Adele and she looked very much like Sherlock. Long, black curly hair and big cobalt blue eyes. Her skin was even the same paleness as his.
Noro went down from the top of the fridge and rubbed the legs of the girl like she did every day before letting her get off to school. Moro trotted into the kitchen with the blonde haired boy toddling after her. Dante sat at the table watching as Sherlock came rushing after the boy.
"Get back here John." Sherlock smiled as he pulled his son into his arms. "You have to stop chasing Moro she'll bite you if you do." Sherlock said. They had four children now.
They managed rather well. Mrs. Hudson had gotten too old to look after Baker Street anymore and let the boys have the whole thing for their family. Mrs. Hudson acted as subagent grandmother to them. She loved the children.
There was Adele the eldest, followed by Sherley followed by John and the baby Kevin.
Adele was the one Noro stuck by the most. Moro was evenly spread through everyone but she was still mainly to John and Sherlock. John junior and Dante got along well enough as did Sherley and Nero. Kevin and D'Artagnan seemed to be the ones to go for.
Socrates kept Mrs. Hudson company for a better part of the day. He was quiet and liked to stay that way so the two were a match made in heaven as they would watch telly and read together during the day. It was a bit of a full house but they made it work very well.