Chapter 14
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Hamish enjoyed school far more after he made friends with George. After about a month of knowing him Hamish bounded up to his friend with a grin "My parents said you could come over for a sleepover this weekend, if you want!" he smiled.
"Yes!" George grinned.
So, that weekend it was sleepover time. Hamish had got a new movie, a few packets of sweets, and the house had been moderately cleaned.
It was mid-afternoon on Saturday that George was due to arrive. Sherlock was sat in the kitchen experimenting while John was sat watching some crap telly with Hamish while they waited.
"Excited, Hay?" John asked with an arm around Hamish's shoulders.
Hamish looked up and nodded.
There was a knock at the door and Hamish was up and running down the stairs 2 at a time. John switched the telly off and went downstairs to greet the boy too.
Hamish pulled the door open and found George and his mum at the doorstep.
"Come in!" Hamish grinned.
The two entered "Hello, I'm John, Hamish's dad." John shook George's mum's hand and she said "I'm Rosie, George's mum." She smiled.
"Nice to meet you." John smiled and the four went upstairs.
"Sherlock! Seriously, get your head out of that microscope and say hello!" John called into the kitchen.
Sherlock could be heard sighing and then went to join the group.
George's eyes widened slightly.
"This is my papa." Hamish gestured.
"You have two dads? You never said." George said.
"Oh. I didn't think it was important." Hamish said shyly.
George looked at Hamish for a few moments "Oh, mate, mate, don't get me wrong!" he put a hand on Hamish's shoulder supportively "I'm not some idiot homophobe. I was just a bit shocked because you never said you had two dads. I think it's fine." George smiled.
"Good." Hamish relaxed and smiled.
"So anyway, what time do you want me to pick Georgie up tomorrow?" Rosie asked.
"Half eleven, please, we're going out at twelve." Sherlock answered.
"Of course. And if George is any trouble, please call me. Here's my number." She handed a card to John.
"Right." The adults continued to talk for a few more minutes before Rosie left and George and Hamish went straight to watching the film with popcorn between them.
In the evening John cooked some lasagne and set the table.
"Boys! Dinner!" he called through to the eleven year olds who were sat in the living room playing on the laptop.
They came through and George said "This smells so good."
"Thank you. Don't worry, Hamish has told us about your allergies so you can just eat this straight away." John smiled.
The four sat down and ate.
"Hamish just told me you solve crimes!" George commented.
"Yes. I have a blog about it." John replied.
"Cool! Hamish, you have to show me this blog!" George tugged at his friend's elbow.
"I will, alright." Hamish smiled.
"Do you get mentioned in them?" George queried to Hamish.
"Not much, we like to keep him out of the spot light. Not all those who read the blog have the best intentions." John explained.
"Oh, right. So is it dangerous, the crime solving?" George asked.
"Yes." Sherlock said "But now we have Hamish we try to take precautions."
"Can I ask you… Hamish, are you one of those kids that come from both dads?" George asked slightly cautiously.
"Yep. I was the first ever, actually. I was on the news." Hamish said.
"Really?" George asked with wide eyes.
Hamish nodded.
"Do the teachers know and all that?" George asked.
"Well, they have everything about everyone on files, but I doubt they looked into it properly." Sherlock said.
"This is so cool! Because I can really see your dads in you, your mannerisms, the way you look too!" George said excitedly to Hamish.
"Yeah, my gran says that all the time." Hamish smiled sheepishly.
"So, are you two staying up all night or are you going to sleep at all?" John asked with a slight smile.
"We're staying up all night!" Hamish said.
"Of course." John nodded, though he had a knowing smile on his face.
As the evening drew on the boys got in their pyjamas, watched television till half past ten downstairs, then went upstairs to Hamish's bedroom to chat and play and such.
John and Sherlock went to bed at about twelve, it was quite quiet upstairs so they knew the boys were either sleeping or settled.
At about two o'clock John woke up to a thump from upstairs. He rubbed his eyes, untangled himself from Sherlock's arms, and made his way upstairs in his nice warm pyjamas. He found the door ajar and poked his head in. George was blearily looking around. They had set up a mattress for him at the bottom of Hamish's bed and it seemed he had been awoken by the thump too. Hamish lay on the floor, fast asleep.
"Oh, he's fallen out of bed again." John said quietly.
"That's quite a high bed. Is he alright?" George whispered.
"Oh, he's fine. He wakes up if he falls awkwardly normally." John explains.
Hamish's bed was a normal bed but it was quite high off the ground.
John crouched down and picked Hamish up gently.
"Da…" Hamish mumbled and curled into John's warm chest.
"Yes, Hay. Go to sleep now, sweetheart." John said gently and he lay Hamish on the bed and put his covers on him. He bent down, pressed a kiss to Hamish's forehead, stroked his hair gently and stood up properly and turned to George.
"Are you alright? Do you need some water, the loo?" John queried.
"Erm… both, please." George stood.
"I'll get you some water." John said and the two went downstairs and George went to the loo while John poured some water into a glass. George soon came out "Here you go." John passed him the glass.
"Thank you." George gave a small smile and returned upstairs with his glass.
John went to bed and cuddled up to Sherlock.
"Alright?" Sherlock asked.
"Yeah. Hamish fell out the bed and George needed a drink and the loo. But all's settled now." John said.
Sherlock smiled and gave John's side a rub and they fell asleep.
The next morning two very tired eleven year olds came downstairs for breakfast.
"Good morning, boys!" John smiled and laid toast in front of them.
"Mornin'." George said and yawned.
"Morning." Hamish said and stretched.
"You two are perky today." John commented sarcastically as he took a sip from his tea and sat beside Hamish.
Sherlock came in and walked straight through.
"Not hungry, Sherlock?" John called into the living room.
He got a grumble of negative in reply and left it at that with a sigh.
"You slept in a little; your mum will be here in about an hour, George." John said and started running his fingers through Hamish's blonde curly hair repetitively.
"Alright. I'll get my stuff together then we can relax." George said and yawned again.
The two ended up watching some telly and Rosie arrived just as the credits rolled.
"Mum!" George smiled.
"Hi, Georgie! Did you have a nice time?" she asked as he hugged her.
"Yep! We watched the best film ever and we ate loads of sweets and we stayed awake until one o'clock! It was so much fun!" George grinned.
"We're glad you enjoyed yourself." John smiled "You'll have to excuse my husband; he can sometimes be very unsociable."
"Oh, don't worry about it." Rosie said.
All the while Sherlock lay on the sofa, facing the back of it, curled up.
"Well, it was nice having you. They get along really well." John mad the last comment to Rosie.
"Thank you for having me!" George said with a grin.
"No problem! I'm sure you two have more sleepovers to come." John said.
"Really, dad?" Hamish asked.
John nodded.
"Maybe even next time you could come over to ours?" Rosie suggested with a smile.
"Cool!" George and Hamish shouted in unison, making John and Rosie smile fondly.
"Well, we best be off." Rosie gave them a little wave.
"See you at school, George!" Hamish said after his friend.
"See you!" George shouted back with a wave and they left.
"That was so much fun!" Hamish grinned.
"I'm glad." John pulled Hamish in for a short hug then went over to his husband.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Thinking." Sherlock said.
"About?" John asked, settling a hand on the genius' side.
"I need a case." Sherlock said.
"Give Greg a text." John said.
"Can you pass me my phone?" Sherlock asked.
"Where is it?" John asked.
"My bed side table." Sherlock said.
"No, you can get it yourself!" John protested.
"John." Sherlock said in one of his sharp tones, hinting obviously at his mood.
"Alright, I'll get it for you." John said but before he went to their room he pressed a kiss to Sherlock's temple.
When he walked through to their room he passed Hamish and said to his son "Papa needs some entertaining."
Hamish nodded in understanding and went over to Sherlock and climbed over him and sat down on the side of his bent legs.
"Papa!" Hamish said.
"What?" Sherlock asked.
"Can we play chess?" Hamish asked.
"Predictable. I hate that game." Sherlock spat.
"You hate it with everyone else! But I can outwit you, I promise! I'll beat you, like that time when we were in France on holiday!" Hamish said.
Sherlock spent a moment to think about it.
"Fine. But give me your best game." Sherlock instructed sternly.
"Promise." Hamish smiled at him and they got up and went to the armchairs, put the coffee table between them, set up the board, and began.