Little Christmas Things

by Brad'sPyjamas

In which there is Christmassy fluff and baby stuff, Uncle Mycroft, Mummy Holmes and everything else you could possibly need for a Watson-Holmes family Christmas. This story follows on, almost directly, from "Little Things" and there will be a 221B ficlet posted each day from now until 25th December. Co-written with Kizzia.

13. The wondrous gift is given

"The wondrous gift is given"

'Mycroft,' Sherlock's greeting can barely be heard above Hamish's piercing wails, 'Is your presence really necessary?'

Mycroft's eyes sweep over Sherlock, taking in the sick encrusted t-shirt and shadowed face before looking past him to John, who is similarly dishevelled but with eyes so dark he makes Sherlock look positively sprightly.

'I see your love of Christmas asserted itself prior to current circumstances,' he speaks loudly, stepping round Sherlock while removing his jacket, waistcoat and tie.

'Tell me you didn't come here to sneer at the decor.'

'Gladly. I didn't. I've come for my nephew … May I?'

He reaches for Hamish without waiting for an answer, apparently un-fazed by the screams, and meets no resistance from John.

'Well now, Hamish,' he says as he strokes a bright red cheek before settling Hamish into the crook of his right arm and gently rubbing his tummy, 'let's see if I can't make you feel all better.'

Within minutes Hamish is merely whimpering and Mycroft briefly looks up, smiling into two shell-shocked faces.

'Go and sleep. I shall remain with my nephew for the rest of the afternoon.' He looks back down, 'Yes, Hamish, I will.'

'Am I hallucinating?' Sherlock asks, reaching for John as Mycroft continues to talk softly to their son.

'Who cares,' John slurs, staggering into Sherlock's arms, 'goin' to bed.'