Author's Note:

I like this chapter. It is just some cute Johnlock fluff! Thank you so much for all the amazing reviews!

"Here you go, John." Lestrade stood beside the Army doctor and passed over Amy, freshly bathed and in a white dress.

"Oh, hello there young lady!" John lifted her up in the air, bringing her back to his chest the moment his shoulder hurt. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and whispered in her ear as he bounced her slightly in his arms. He kept his gaze locked intently on Sherlock as he did.

Mycroft looked at his brother for a moment and glanced at Lestrade. "Mum, can Greg and I have a picture?" He asked softly.

"Of course!" Nancy exclaimed. "And then one of all four of you. All four of my boys, yes that will be lovely." She clapped her hands together excitedly.

Sherlock shuffled in and out of pictures without complaint, without a word period really. Having his picture taken, in this case repeatedly, wasn't something he particularly enjoyed. Like everything else in the wedding, he did it to humor his mother.

When it was time for his picture with Sherlock he passed Amy over to Nancy, moving to his husband with a soft smile. It didn't take a genius to see that Sherlock was unhappy. "Hey." John grabbed his husband's arms and turned him, glancing at the photographer as the man nodded happily. "Look at me." He grinned and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist, his hands resting on his husband's lower back. He lifted his head slightly with a smile, eyes bright, and the camera flashed several times.

Sherlock managed a real, albeit small smile for John in their picture together. His mother had insisted on two pictures with them and little Sandi. One where John was holding her and the other he was. Several more photos were taken and to him it felt like an eternity until his mother was finally satisfied.

Nancy was talking excitedly with the photographer, as she explained what sizes and how many of each photo she would want. When she finished she turned to face the four men. "Brunch will be ready in about a half hour. It will be in the secondary dining room. I expect everyone to be on time. No room to dilly-dally." She glanced pointedly at John and Sherlock before disappearing back inside the mansion.

John blushed as Nancy looked at him and Sherlock, dropping his gaze to Amy as he rocked the infant in his arms. "Look at you, baby girl." He used his index finger to gently tickle her stomach. "Behaving for pictures." He bent and placed a kiss on her forehead and watched as Lestrade and Mycroft walked back into the house rather quickly. "So they can run off and shag but we even think about it and your Mum stares us down." He smirked and glanced up at his husband. "Thank you."

Sherlock couldn't help but smirk as his mother walked away. He looked to John with raised eyebrows. "For what?" He couldn't think of anything he had done lately that would warrant his husband's thanks. He thought about asking to hold little Sandi but his partner didn't like being reminded of his bad shoulder.

"For everything," John replied softly, standing on his toes and placing a kiss on his husband's cheek. He smiled up at Sherlock for a long moment before sitting down on the edge of the fountain, rocking Amy and humming softly. "What are we going to do tonight?" He didn't look up when he asked, focusing completely on his daughter. "Going back to the flat? Staying here?"

"Oh well, you are welcome then." Sherlock sat down next to John. "I thought we would go back to the flat. Unless you wanted to stay here another night?" Oh God, he hoped not. His time with the family was wearing down on him. He was ready to get the hell out. He could only handle family affairs in small doses and he was pretty sure he had met and exceeded his quota for the year.

"I miss Baker Street," John commented softly, looking at Sherlock with a small smile. Right now he was sure that life couldn't get any better. He leaned slightly to the side and gave his husband a gentle kiss. "Last night," he paused and chuckled, "And this morning. Wonderful. We should get married every day," he whispered with a mischievous grin.

"Just think of all the things we will do on the honeymoon, after your shoulder is healed proper. A whole month to ourselves." Sherlock returned the mischievous grin to John. Wait they were going to a beach. Maybe he would get lucky and no swimming would be involved. He had never learned how to swim, something he didn't want to have to admit to his husband.

The honeymoon. Just the thought caused a chill to run up John's spine. "A whole beach to ourselves," he whispered. Christ. They had to wait a month for his bloody shoulder to heal. It would be well worth it in the end. "I will miss you, though," he spoke to Amy in a high-pitched voice, lower his head to touch the tip of her nose with his own. "Yes I will," he whispered as he closed his eyes. One of Amy's hands lifted shakily to bump against the side of John's head.

Sherlock couldn't help but smile as he watched John with little Sandi. It was nice to see his husband happy and at ease. It seemed John was easing back into civilian life smoothly. He had been worried about the transition back at the hospital in Egypt. "Come on. We don't want to be late." He smirked a bit, stood up from the fountain and then waited for his partner to get up.

John stood slowly and glanced at Sherlock. "Am I right to assume this is going to be Hell?" He bit his bottom as he headed back into the manor. It seemed the Holmes family weren't too fond of being near each other for extended periods of time. He wanted to go back to the flat with his husband and daughter. On the bright side, he was a bit hungry.

"I don't know. Maybe. Depends on how much Mycroft annoys me and vice versa. How much Mum will or will not put with. She has been…temperamental lately. Probably because Dad is dead." Sherlock gave a slight shrug. "Or she is just tired of putting up with Mycroft and I nagging at each. We do okay, when we aren't home. But when we are, it is like being little kids all over again." He shrugged again, a slight smirk tugging at this lips.

"Well... behave?" John glanced nervously at his husband. "Make it through today and maybe I will spoil you tonight." He winked at Sherlock as they entered the house. He sat in a chair and kept Amy close to his chest, his cheeks a bit red at his forward action toward his husband. They were married but it was still a bit odd to guarantee sexual favors for him.

"Behave? Bah." Sherlock snorted. "Ah, Mrs. Hudson will be looking after little Sandi then?" The smirk got bigger and he took his seat next to John. The table was long and servants were busy putting food on the table. Apparently they were a bit early; no one else was seated at the table yet. Well, at least they couldn't be yelled at for being late.

"No, she will be in her crib," John stated with a small roll of his eyes. "I have got a bit of a creative idea. So behave, Sherlock." He glanced at his husband as he rocked Amy in his arms. It wasn't until Mycroft and Lestrade entered the flat, red-cheeked and still panting, that he took his attention fully off his daughter.

"John. Sherlock." Mycroft sat down and yanked a chair open for Lestrade, who plopped into it with a small wince.

Sherlock looked to Mycroft and Lestrade as they entered. It was hard to behave. He had at least three different quips for his older brother and the Detective Inspector. He wondered if John would shag him anyway, because since getting married his husband hadn't be able to resist him. And conversely, he hadn't been able to resist his partner.

Nancy came in and sat to the right of the head of the table, next to Mycroft and across from Sherlock. The seat at the head of the table would forever remain empty. Everywhere she looked was reminder of Siger. She was thinking of moving out, but still keeping the manor in the Holmes name of course. Pushing aside her thoughts, she looked around the table. "I believe Mrs. Hudson and Harry are still joining us. They were invited too. They a part of this family. Family, in the end it is really all you have. You remember that, you hear me boys?"

Sherlock frowned slightly but nodded anyway. It was strange. His mother would go from being the proud woman he knew so well, to…this… Perhaps she wasn't coping as well as he had first thought. Or maybe he just didn't want to think about her as being weak, when she was usually so strong. It was hard to see her like this.

Harry pranced into the dining hall proudly, a short but tasteful summer dress swishing at her knees. "Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Holmes." She smiled as she sat down next to John and Amy, giving her younger brother a quick kiss on his cheek and glancing at Amy with a small smile. "Johnny, the wedding was wonderful. I am proud of you," she said softly as he blushed at her comments.

Mrs. Hudson was close behind, clearly chuckling as she sat across from Harry and next to Lestrade. "Sorry I'm a bit late, dears." She smiled at both Sherlock and John. "And the ceremony was lovely, Nancy. Wonderful job."

John just sat back, one hand moving away from Amy to rest soothingly on Sherlock's thigh. His thumb rubbed into his husband's pants but he kept his gaze locked on their daughter. He couldn't look up now. His entire body was tense and he was struggling to stay calm. Siger was gone. Nancy was struggling. It was his fault. He squeezed Sherlock's thigh without thought.

Harry calling John 'Johnny' caught his attention immediately. Sherlock turned and smirked at his husband. He leaned over to whisper in his partner's ear. "Johnny, easy with your hand there. I thought you wanted me to behave." He sat up straight once more. There was a wide range of food: bacon strips, Belgian waffles, silver dollar pancakes, varying flavors of syrup, bagels, toast, various styles of eggs, sausage patties and a bunch of other food that he couldn't quite make out at the other end of the table.

Hearing Sherlock's voice so close to his ear knocked John back into reality. He managed a tight grin at his husband as he pulled his hand away, eyes wide was he struggled to compose his thoughts. It wasn't until two plates knocked together loudly that his head shot up. He jumped in his seat at the loud noise, a noise that had reminded him so much of a gunshot, so suddenly that Amy started to cry. "Shit, sorry." He swallowed hard and stood up, stumbling slightly as he pushed the chair back. "Going to..." He trailed off as he rocked her, leaving the dining room as quickly as possible.

Harry tensed, looking around for a moment before biting her bottom lip. What in the world had just happened?

Sherlock watched John leave with frown. Shit. First his mother was having some sort of emotional crisis and now his husband was having war flashbacks. Would leaving as well upset his mother? Should he go after John? Would his partner want him to? He sighed at his thoughts, this family brunch was already turning out to be hellish and no one had even started eating yet.

Nancy matched her youngest son's frown. What had gotten into John? She looked to Sherlock questionably, but based on his look her son appeared to be just as confused as she was.

John returned several minutes later, Amy asleep in his arms with a pacifier in her mouth. Well, walking back into the dining room certainly was awkward. He had jumped up like some mad man because two bloody plates knocked together. Maybe he wasn't doing as well as he had like to think. "Sorry," he muttered as he kept his head low, keeping his daughter close to his chest. The transition into civilian life had never been easy for him which is why he figured he had gone back to Afghanistan a second time. Now he couldn't do that and any loud noise scared him.

Harry hesitantly reached forward and shoveled some eggs and sausage on to her plate, Mycroft, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson soon following suit. Might as well eat while everything was going to be awkward.

Sherlock glanced at everyone as they all started getting food. Right. No one was going to say anything. It had been a long time since he had eaten breakfast food, not since he was kid. He smirked a bit and began putting food on his plate. He then picked up the maple syrup and poured it all over his food. It was something he had done as kid and if he recalled correctly, it was actually quite good.

"Sherlock!" Nancy commented, clearly mortified. "You aren't eight anymore!"

Sherlock gave a small shrug, ignoring all the eyes on him now, which was what he had wanted. To shift the attention away from John and hopefully make the stifling silence dissipate. He took a forkful of the sloppy mess off of his plate and shoveled it into his mouth.

John watched his husband and snorted slightly, biting his bottom lip and clearly trying not to laugh. Good Lord, his husband was perfect. To anybody else it looked like Sherlock just eating his food, no matter how childish or... quite disgusting. But John knew. Of course he knew. Sherlock was taking the attention away from him. "Thanks," he muttered as he shifted Amy to his left arm and reached forward to try and get some food. He twitched slightly at pain shooting through his arm and almost instantly decided that he wasn't that hungry. His arm dropped back to his side and he cleared his throat.

"Mmm…'sgood…" Sherlock commented to John, with food still in his mouth. Apparently he had forgotten what good manners were.

Nancy shook her head. "Don't talk with your mouth full, Sherlock!"

Sherlock took a moment to swallow the food. "Want me to take little Sandi for a bit?" He turned his attention back to his husband.

John glanced down at the sleeping infant and then up at the food. Christ, he was starving. But Sherlock was eating. Maybe just for a bit? He would eat and take her back so Sherlock could continue his meal. "Yeah, d'you mind?" He handed Amy off without waiting, shoving as much food as he could on to his plate. He went to take one giant forkful of eggs and bacon before he heard Harry clear her throat.

"Johnny, manners," Harry said softly, looking at him much like a mother.

John sighed and dumped the forkful back on to his plate, taking a small one and slowly chewing it. "Owe you," he said out of the side of his mouth, the food shoved to the other side.

"Johnny! Chew your food!" Harry snapped, hitting him on his good shoulder.

Sherlock took little Sandi carefully and was in the process of chewing another bite of food, when Harry reprimanded Johnny. He did a spit take, food sputtering out of his mouth and all over his plate and table as he started laughing.

"Sherlock! It isn't polite to laugh at guests! And most certainly not your husband," Nancy chastised her youngest son. "You would think I never taught you any manners."

John narrowed his eyes, failing to hide the smile on his lips as he turned to Sherlock. "Yes, Young Master Holmes, it isn't very polite!" He let out a small giggle himself, attempting to calm himself as Amy's eyes opened blearily.

"Johnny!" Harry buried his face in her hand, groaning in embarrassment. "Mrs. Holmes, I am so sorry. He is usually more well behaved, I swear."

John took a deep breath and nudged Sherlock's side. "Amy," he said between fits of laughter, clutching at his side.

Sherlock stopped laughing and gave John a mock glare. He looked down to little Sandi and cringed. She had just fallen asleep and now she was waking up. He dropped his fork, so he could cradle her in his arms and began rocking her back and forth. He hopped she would drop back off to sleep and not wake up crying.

Nancy looked over to Harry, not bothering to hide the smile she had now. "It is fine. It's a nice change. Usually everyone is yelling or fighting."

Amy blinked her eyes several times, a hand curling into a fist as she stretched, pressing her feet briefly against Sherlock's forearm before falling back asleep.

John let out a sigh of relief, licking his lips and looking at Sherlock with a grin. "I love you," he whispered as he leaned to the side and gently met his lips. Christ, the man tasted like maple syrup. That was... new and very good. His tongue ran teasingly across Sherlock's bottom lip before he pulled away and glanced across the table.

Mrs. Hudson sat with a large grin on her face, looking between John and Sherlock like a proud mother. Mycroft and Lestrade, on the other hand, looked mortified. What in the world had just happened? One minute it was tense and the next laughter and even Nancy was smiling.

Sherlock smirked at John. "Apparently, Johnny, I am not the one who needs to behave myself." He glanced to little Sandi, whew good. He fit her into the crook of one arm easily and he picked his fork back up to eat his food.

Nancy looked between Sherlock and John, shaking her head but her lips were twitched into a faint smile.

Sherlock would most certainly pay for that tonight. John had completely forgotten about his childhood nickname from Harry but now he really wished he had told Sherlock beforehand. Johnny was horrible. It made him wince when he really thought about it. He turned his head away and took several slow bites of food as his foot slid over next to his husband's under the table, running up the back of his calf slowly.

Mycroft narrowed his eyes. "Figures that the perfect couple can get away with that," he said into his food.

Sherlock looked up to Mycroft with a smirk. "Jealous as always my dear brother." He bent his leg to trap John's foot in place. He crossed his other leg over, to rub his foot against his husband's. He continued eating, to keep up appearances.

"And here I thought we could actually make it through a family function without a fight." Nancy said with another shake of her head.

"Mummy, he started it," Mycroft stated with a roll of his eyes. "Pouring syrup all over his food like he did when he was five. This is ridiculous." He looked at Lestrade, who narrowed his eyes and shook his head. Mycroft took the hint and turned back to his food.

John's breath caught slightly and he covered it up with a small cough, reaching for his glass of water. Even through their bloody shoes he could feel Sherlock's touch and it was too much. Being married was dangerous for them, really. He took a deep breath and continued to eat his food, wiggling his foot slightly to try and free it. They were stubborn but he wouldn't let Sherlock win a game of footsie.

Sherlock ignored Mycroft, concentrating on John's foot under the table. He kept his knee bent in place, but dropped his other foot momentarily and he wiggled his foot out of the shoe. Cheating? Oh probably, but he didn't care. He had a feeling his husband wouldn't actually mind either. He crossed his leg over once more, his sock clad foot running up and down his partner's leg lightly.

"Just because Sherlock acts like a child, doesn't mean you should. You are the older brother, try setting a good example next time," Nancy said to her oldest son.

"Oh." John closed his eyes for a long moment, his hand tightening around his fork so hard his knuckles turned white. Shit. He was slowly learning to not mess with Sherlock. Ever. Was this payback, then? Give his husband the best blow job of his life and in return he gets a bloody hard-on at the family brunch by just Sherlock's foot? Fantastic, really. "Nancy," his voice broke and he cleared his throat, licking his lips. "I wanted to talk to you about helping... pay for some of the wedding?" He had tried once and, really, he needed to get his mind off of Sherlock's damn foot.

Sherlock smirked and he dropped his foot to the floor, before John started moaning in front of everyone. Well, he would be amused by that but he figured his husband wouldn't be. He went back to eating the food on his plate. There was still syrup left over when he was finished, so he did something he almost never did. He got seconds. He swirled the food around in the syrup before eating once more.

"Nonsense! I won't let you. Keep it for your little one." Nancy nodded to Amy sleeping against Sherlock.

John was about to speak again when he noticed Sherlock getting more food. Had marriage already changed his husband that much? Or did John just need to keep more syrup around the house? "Yes, ma'am, of course. I just... I am getting a job at the surgery at St. Bart's and..." He cleared his throat and smiled. "I just feel like I owe you. Especially because... I mean, the honeymoon." He reached out and placed a hand on Sherlock's shoulder. "Is there any way we can repay you?"

Sherlock listened to the conversation between John and his mother in silence. He continued eating, quite enjoying his food. Maybe he should just start putting syrup on everything he ate. It seemed to make everything better.

Nancy shook her head. "Dear, one doesn't do these things because they expect something in return. They do it because they want to." She glanced over to her youngest son who was still eating. "If I had known dumping syrup would get you to actually eat, I would have had syrup with every meal." She smiled, clearly amused.

Well, that left no room for argument. "Yes. Right." John nodded and sat back in his chair. He had eaten one full plate and he was full, licking his lips. "Here, Sir Eats-A-Lot." He gently took Amy from his husband with a soft smile, placing another kiss on Sherlock's lips. Syrup was a win-win, really. Sherlock seemed to enjoy it and he was eating and John couldn't stop kissing him after he had eaten in. "Nancy, d'you think I could get a few bottles of syrup for the road? I might be able to fatten Sherlock up!" He grinned as he rocked Amy gently in his arms.

Sherlock relinquished little Sandi to John. "What, it is good?" He muttered around a mouthful of food. When was the last time he had eaten like this? He honestly couldn't remember. Maybe he never had. He leaned over to whisper in his husband's ear. "You just want to take the syrup for other reasons, don't you?" He pulled away with a smirk.

Nancy smiled. "If it will get my baby boy to eat, you can take all the syrup home that you want."

"Hush, baby boy." John smirked knowingly. Syrup would be quite the mess but imagining Sherlock licking it off of his body made a small shiver run up his spine and he reacted noticeably.

"Johnny, everybody knows what you are thinking," Harry commented with a soft giggle.

"Oi, don't need it from both sides, Harriet." John turned his gaze to his older sister with a small smile, looking down as Amy squeaked slightly in her sleep. "Nancy, I will take a few bottles off of your hands, if that's alright. I am sure I might be able to work it into some meals."

Sherlock smirked to John's sister. She wasn't half as bad and annoying as he had thought she would turn out to be. He finished his food, feeling quite full. He was certain he wouldn't need to eat again for another month. He pushed his chair away from the table a bit, so he could stretch out. His hands came to rest over his stomach.

Nancy eyed Sherlock and then John. "Mmm. I am sure you will make good use of it." She gave a faint smile. "You know, you two remind me of Siger when were first married. It is how Mycroft came about."

John looked at Nancy with wide eyes. How did one react to that? They already had a kid, but that was due to John's over-active libido and poor judgment skills. On top of that, Nancy clearly hadn't been taking Siger's death as well as everybody thought. So, he settled for glancing at Mycroft. "Nancy, are you trying to tell me that Amy is going to become the British government?"

Mycroft went pale and choked on his bite of food, looking at his Mum with shock. In no way, at all, did he want to think about his Mum and Dad like that. Ever.

"What, Mycroft? Did nobody tell you how babies were made?" John smirked and looked over at his husband, scooting his chair closer to the other man and leaning to rest his head on Sherlock's shoulder.

Sherlock seemed unfazed by his mother's comment and he couldn't help but smirk at Mycroft's reaction. He thought for a moment and then sat up, still looking at his older brother. "Wait…you mean you didn't know?"

"Sherlock! You weren't supposed to know, but somebody was curious when they were still young." Nancy recollected fondly.

"What? I wanted to know what Dad was doing to make you giggle so much. You never giggle." Sherlock explained with a slight shrug as he looked over to his mother.

Was this normal at Holmes family gatherings? Discussing how a young Sherlock walked in on his parents. John shifted his head slightly on his husband's shoulder and looked down at Amy. In a few years he figured that he and Sherlock might have to be a bit more careful.

"Yes, Sherlock. I know where children come from," Mycroft snapped as he pushed his empty plate away. Lestrade reached over and placed a hand gently on his fiancé's, calming him down fractionally.

"Don't be so embarrassed, John." Harry smirked.

"Oi, Harry, no." John closed his eyes and turned his head slightly, placing several soft kisses against the side of his husband's neck.

"No. I know that you know that. I don't think you are that much of an idiot. I am talking about-" Sherlock stopped mid-sentence when his mother interrupted.

"That is enough Sherlock," Nancy said a stern voice.

"But…" Sherlock trailed off, not because he had lost the will to argue but because John was kissing his neck and that pretty much always distracted him from anything.

There. Maybe now they could all sit and relax for a bit. Distracting Sherlock was simple enough. John pulled away and sat back in his chair and glanced at his husband from the corner of his eyes.

Mycroft smirked as Sherlock stopped talking, looking rather pleased with himself.

"Wasn't you, Mycroft," John said softly. "Sherlock, would you mind putting some syrup on my finger?" He held out his right index finger and smiled.

Sherlock ignored Mycroft and he turned to John, an eyebrow arched. Was this going somewhere…sexual? Because he was fairly certain if his husband wanted him to lick that off, he wouldn't be able to stop there. He wouldn't care who was watching. Just the thought made him squirm a bit in the chair. He got lost in his thoughts for a moment, forgetting all about the request.

John chuckled slightly and studied his husband. He knew exactly where the other man's thoughts were. "Sherlock," he whispered with a small shake of his head, reaching across his husband and dipping his finger in the left over syrup on Sherlock's plate. He relaxed in his chair and stuck his finger in his mouth, slowly sucking it off. Now he was just bored.

"John," Mrs. Hudson said with a knowing smile.

His name being spoken brought Sherlock out of his thoughts. He returned his attention to John and smirked. Would it be rude if they just left now?

Nancy sighed. "I suppose you will wanting to be going back home then?" When they left, she would be alone again.

Sherlock looked over to his mother, a thoughtful frown on his lips. His gaze drifted over to his older brother. "Mycroft a word?" He got up out of his chair and began leaving the room, without waiting for an answer.