Author's Note:

I'm trying to update more often but this time of year is always really busy! This might be the last story for awhile once it is done.

John shifted behind his husband, grunting when his cock was met with boxers. Something had happened, apparently. And that was when he heard snoring. Small, soft. "Amy in here?" He whispered softly against Sherlock's neck.

Sherlock closed his eyes as well, but when he heard John speak he opened them instead of trying to sleep. "Yes Love." He would have rolled over to face his husband but he didn't want to wake up little Sandi by moving. "She was having trouble sleeping, got her to go back down though," he whispered.

John nodded and pressed several more kisses on the back of Sherlock's neck, chaste and quick. "That is because you are a wonderful father," he whispered softly. There was movement on the mattress, quick and soft, as he peaked over Sherlock's slim torso. Sure enough there she was, fast asleep and curled against Sherlock. "I am afraid she is starting to get my nose," he added as he chewed on his bottom lip. "That's the last thing I want."

Sherlock closed his eyes from the soft kisses, enjoying the feel of them. He smirked a bit. "Your nose is fine Love." Should he tell John about their daughter now or later? Probably later. When Thomas was at school and little Sandi was down for the afternoon nap. He wished he could snuggle against his husband, but Amy was already curled up against him.

"Is that some sort of joke?" John asked softly, snorting to hide his soft bit of laughter. "My nose is massive and not the place for Amy's absolutely adorable face," he whispered as he glanced at his husband. "You are required to say everything about me is perfect, Sherlock. That's what husbands do." He watched as Amy curled tighter into Sherlock's chest, her little face scrunched together before she relaxed again. "What do you think she's dreaming about?"

"Me, you and Thomas." Sherlock smiled at that and paused in thought. Well, maybe he would say something to John now. "She doesn't like sleep, did you know that? She is afraid of it. Thomas wakes up crying from nightmares," another long pause. "Sometimes she hears you when you wake up from a nightmare. If I didn't think it would start a bad habit, I would just have her sleep with us every night."

So apparently she and Sherlock had a little bit of a conversation while he'd napped. John studied their daughter for a long moment, swallowing hard and sighing. "Bit of a reason to be afraid for a two year old," he whispered softly. Except he didn't think she would really have nightmares all that often. She was young and didn't have much to be afraid of. "We could try giving her a bit of medicine in some warm milk before bed. Do that for a few days and she'll get used to sleeping."

Sherlock frowned a bit. He didn't like the idea of drugging their daughter so she would sleep. John was a doctor though. His husband knew what was best, right? He slowly nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, that might help." He held little Sandi closer to him still, worried about John's suggestion despite just agreeing to it.

John could practically feel his husband's argument against the suggestion. Granted, he had just agreed, but now he felt the need to explain himself. "It's just Benadryl," he whispered with a small smile. "She won't get addicted to it or anything but if we don't fix this soon we might have a bit of an issue." He pressed his nosed against Sherlock's ear and exhaled slowly, moving to kiss his husband's cheek. "She usually sleeps really well during nap time when she's tired, doesn't she? We'll just try and get that going by the time it's dark out."

Sherlock nodded again. "Okay, yeah." He supposed that wasn't so bad. "If you think everything will be fine, then we will do it." He pressed his back against John a bit, just so could be close to his husband. He kept hold of Amy, careful not to move her too much. He didn't want to wake up their daughter.

That hadn't been too hard. John smiled and held Sherlock tighter, watching their daughter sleep for a few more moments before turning his gaze to his husband. "I wanted to apologize for earlier," he said softly, running a hand through Sherlock's hair to move some of it from the man's face. "I shouldn't have been so rough and I shouldn't have rushed you. That was my fault," he smiled softly and bit his bottom lip. "Forgive me?"

"Yes, of course." Sherlock gave a slight nod of his head. Really he just wanted to forget that this morning happened period. It had left him feeling rather frustrated and he just wanted to move on with the day and be done with it. With any luck, John would too. He was afraid it would start a fight otherwise.

After several moments of silence John dropped his head and placed several more kisses on the back of his husband's neck. The last few times they had made love he'd been on bottom simply because his need to spoil Sherlock and give him everything he wanted was particularly strong the past month or so. "After she goes down for her nap I'll make it up to you," he whispered with a smile.

Sherlock wasn't sure he wanted to do anything later today. Should he say anything or just agree? He didn't want to start a fight in front of their daughter if he said something. Little Sandi had enough trouble sleeping as it was. He heard movement upstairs, Thomas must be up and moving around. "Maybe Love, not sure I am up for anything today." Would John get mad?

Oh. Well then. John nodded softly and pulled his mouth away from the back of Sherlock's neck. He had ruined the morning so it was understandable that his husband wouldn't want to do anything else for the day. "That's fine," he whispered as he glanced up and sighed. Now Thomas was getting up and with Amy curled into Sherlock's chest it meant he was going to be the one getting up. Not too much of a problem considering he was more apt to cook breakfast. "I'm going to go cook for him," he mumbled as he slid out of bed, slipping his underwear and pajama pants on, and moved into the kitchen to start cooking eggs and toast.

Well, no fight. John wasn't happy though. Sherlock sighed quietly and curled into Amy a bit, eyes closing and eventually falling back asleep.

Thomas took a shower and got dressed. He went downstairs with bag for school. "Morning Dad." He sat down at the table for breakfast. Amy hadn't been in her bed. She must be with Daddy in his parent's room.

"Morning, Thomas," John said with a warm, genuine smile. Already dressed and freshly shower. "Eggs and toast this morning. Fancy a cuppa as well?" He glanced over at the boy and he scrambled the eggs and the toast popped from the toaster. He shifted on his feet without waiting for an answer, putting the kettle on the stove top and pulling two mugs out.

Thomas raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Dad, I don't drink tea." His Dad knew that. Maybe something was bothering John and Dad was preoccupied. Did Daddy and Day have a fight? He began chewing his bottom lip worriedly at that. He hadn't heard any yelling though. "Just some apple juice please."

Right. John closed his eyes for a long moment and shook his head, leaving the kettle on so he could get his own cuppa. "Right. Yeah. Sorry 'bout that, kiddo." He moved toward the fridge and grabbed the apple juice, not bothering to get another cup and simply pouring it into the mug. It was Sherlock's anyway and his husband probably wouldn't mind. After that he prepared Thomas' plate, setting it down in front of him before making his tea and sitting across from his son. "Sleep well, then?"

Thomas nodded and took a bite of his eggs. "Mmhhmm." He wasn't supposed to talk with his mouth full, so he had settled for a slight hum. He grinned at his Daddy's mug, clearly excited to drink out it. Once there wasn't anything in his mouth he spoke, "I don't think Amy did though. She wasn't in her bed this morning." He frowned at that but shoved another forkful of food in his mouth.

"She is in with Daddy," John said softly, shivering slightly as goose bumps spread across his bare chest. This Halloween was going to be a chilly one, it seemed. They were going to have to turn the heat on the flat pretty soon. Or perhaps he could start wearing a shirt in the morning. "Apparently she's a bit afraid of sleeping but we're going to try and see if we can fix that." He took a sip from his tea and watched Thomas eat. "We will have to get your hair all done up again for tonight."

Thomas frowned but nodded slightly as he continued to eat his breakfast. "Yeah, it got ruined when I showered." He shrugged a bit. "Do you think we will get a lot of candy tonight?" He had a plastic green Frankenstein head as a container for Halloween. "Is my lunch ready, yet? It is almost time to go."

Lunch. Jesus, the incident this morning had really thrown John off. He stood up and made Thomas' lunch with ease, popping a sandwich, banana and a cup of jello into the paper sack he handed their son. "Of course you are going to get a lot. Your costume is so fantastic how could you not?" He ruffled the boy's hair and pulled him into a sideways hug as he stood beside the chair.

Thomas finished eating and returned the hug. "Bye Dad. Love you." He released the hug, grabbed his bag, got up from the chair and walked downstairs. As usual a black car was waiting for him. Why couldn't he just walk to school? He sighed at his thoughts and got into the waiting vehicle.

Amy turned against Sherlock with a small whimper, pressing her face against his bare chest. She could tell her Papa was sleeping but now she was wide awake. So she sat up, her blonde hair a mess atop her head and placed a hand softly against Sherlock's cheek. "Papa," she whispered as she pushed against his cheek, both of her feet moving to pressed against his chest. "Papa, wakes up."

Sherlock groaned as he woke back up. Right. He had fallen asleep again. He hadn't meant to but it had been comfortable sleeping curled with little Sandi. He smiled at her. "Hey Baby Girl, sleep any better?" Hopefully Amy had. Where was John? Still taking care of Thomas? No. The flat was too quiet for that.

Amy nodded eagerly, stuffed dog back in her arms as she looked around the bedroom. There were pictures of the family on top of the dresser, some of just Amy and Thomas, and some of just Dada and Papa. She recognized several from their wedding simply because she was in one. "Did you's like gettings married?" She asked softly. "To Dada?" She added almost instantly. Sitting on the bed in the semi-darkness of the room seemed a lot better than going out into the living room.

Sherlock smiled. "I did. It was a nice ceremony and now I get to be with Dada forever." Well, he could have done without all the formalities and pictures but it was something his mother had insisted on. "Are we staying in here all day or do you want to go see what Dada is doing? Don't forget, you can be a fairy all day of you want."

Sometimes Amy couldn't believe that her Papa could practically read her mind. She shifted on the bed, looked at him, and then decided that being a fairy for the rest of the day was definitely far better than staying in the bedroom. She slid off the bed and darted past John the moment the door was open. "Gotsa go change and be a fairy, Daddy!" She declared.

John simply stood in the doorway for a long moment, watching their daughter run up the stairs before looking over at his husband. "Right then," he said softly before shutting the door. "I'm not upset," he stated almost instantly. "I'm just disappointed in myself, all right? I feel upset that I ruined this morning."

Sherlock smiled as he watched little Sandi run off. It faltered when John closed the door. Right. "It's fine, really. It happens. Don't worry about it Love." He gave his husband a small smile. He got up from the bed and moved over to John, wrapping his arms around his husband. He gave John a quick kiss. "It is fine, I promise."

It was hard to miss the fact that his husband's smile definitely faltered. "Okay, good," he whispered with a smile as he pulled his husband closer without a second thought. "I never want anything ridiculous to come between us. That's why Iam apologizing and communicating. I love you." He grinned and gave Sherlock a slow kiss. "I love you," he repeated as he pulled away.

Sherlock returned the kiss with another smile. "I love you too." He pressed his head into John's shoulder, nuzzling it a bit. There. The morning was turning out to be better than it had started. He was glad the day hadn't been ruined. It was always nice to just lean on his husband like this.

Just holding Sherlock was definitely a way to make his entire morning. They didn't have to shag or kiss, just holding his husband was making John more than happy. "I fear we might have to go soon," he whispered with a soft laugh. "I think we are going to have a fairy scampering around our house in a few moments."

Sherlock smirked into John's shoulder. "Yes, I imagine so." Halloween. He had never been out on the streets of London when everyone was out getting candy. He was doing it for his family. With two children going out, it would be easier on John to watch them. Also, Amy had begged him to go. How could he say no to that?

Despite the fact that they both knew they needed to move...they weren't. John smiled and simply pulled his husband closer, grinning before turning his head and placing a kiss on the man's temple. "Tonight it going to be wonderful," he whispered as he scratched at Sherlock's back in a soothing manner. "I promise. The kids will be exhausted by the end of the night, too. That means we can have a nice cuppa and relax in the living room."

"This is nice." It always was, really. Sherlock smiled to himself and continued to stay wrapped and pressed against John. Amy would be downstairs soon but he wanted to stay curled up in his husband for as long as possible. "What do you want to do with Baby Girl today?"

John snorted a bit as he thought of what they could possibly do that day with their daughter. "I thought we could make her a cuppa. I think fairies rather like tea," he smiled and pulled his husband a bit closer. "I got her a new fairy movie and I figure she could watch that, we could watch it with her and want to kill ourselves the entire time."

Sherlock smirked and then groaned. He hated watching those stupid movies for children. They were always so predictable and campy. It always seemed like the entire premise revolved around friendship and that it could do anything ever. He supposed it was a good message, although not very realistic.

"Oh, hush up you," John said with a laugh as he ran his hand through his husband's hair. "She likes them. Amy is only three, Sherlock. We have got several more years to go with her. Sorry that my sperm just so happened to dictate she be female," he joked softly. At this point he was fairly sure he would be making coffee for the two of them to put up with Amy's movie as well as her excitement for Halloween.

"I know Love, it doesn't mean I have to like them too." Sherlock smiled and turned his head to kiss John on the neck, sucking on it a bit even though Amy would probably be downstairs any moment now. He just couldn't help himself. Maybe time with his husband while their daughter napped would happen after all.

John's breath caught in his throat and he couldn't help but clutch a little tighter to his husband. Sucking on his neck was one sure way to completely turn him on. "I...they are decent," he whispered before tilting his head and exposing more of his was still scampering around upstairs, he could hear her, and he was going to take advantage of Sherlock wanting to do everything.

Sherlock smirked and continued to suck on John's neck. He pressed his body into his husbands, until John was completely up against the door. He really shouldn't be starting anything. At this rate, he was going to get an erection and that would leave him even more frustrated than earlier this morning.

John gasped softly and curled his fingers into Sherlock's back, nails digging through the expensive shirt the best he could to let his husband feel the slight scratching. "God, Sherlock," he whispered as he tried to focus his thoughts on the fact that the ever-present footsteps were making their way down the stairs.

Sherlock bit his bottom lip so he wouldn't moan from the scratching. And there she was. Right. He cleared his throat and released John with a bit of a smirk. "To be continued later Love." The smirk broadened as he cocked one eyebrow. "We need to go watch a fairy movie now apparently."

Definitely later, then. John smiled a bit, still leaning heavily against the door. His cheeks were flushed and he couldn't help but shift uncomfortably on his feet. "Want to, uh, you know, go and help her put that DVD in?" He said, his voice raspy and low. He was hiding his erection the best he could because after their morning he was continually feeling sexually frustrated. "I, uh, y-yeah." He smiled and moved toward the bathroom to try and will his erection away.

Sherlock frowned as he watched John walk to the bathroom. He had gotten carried away and now he couldn't even help his husband. Not when their daughter was in the living room. He walked out to her and put in the DVD. "Are you ready to watch some fairies fly around Baby Girl?" He smiled, picked her up and set her on the couch with him.

"Yeah!" Amy stood on her feet the moment she was on the couch, grinning as the movie started. "I is gonna be a fairy when I grows up," she declared with a nod. "The bestest fairy evers and I'll helps you with all your cases a'cause I'll fly everywhere and see everything." She glanced at her Papa with a nod.

John walked into the living room, much calmer than he had been minutes before, and sat down next to his husband. "Hi," he said with a quick kiss to the man's lips. He didn't hesitate to lean against Sherlock, taking his husband's arm and wrapping it around his shoulders with a smile. Snuggling against Sherlock would definitely make the ridiculous movie better.

Sherlock smiled. "That would be very helpful Baby Girl." He smirked at John, using his free arm to put around his husband and tilted his head to the side to rest on John's. He didn't have work this week, since he had made plans to help with the children going out to trick-or-treat. Hopefully this movie wouldn't be too long. It shouldn't be that bad since his husband was next to him.

Amy smiled and plopped down on the couch, her wings brushing slightly against Sherlock's arm. The movie had captured her attention completely and she could do nothing more than stare at the telly with a small smile and wide eyes.

John kept glancing at their daughter with a smile, his attention mainly focused on the warmth of his husband beside him. It was comfortable and he was having trouble thinking about anything other than the fact that he would be snogging his husband after the movie. That was, of course, if Amy was tired after lunch and willing to sleep a bit. Knowing their luck he would miss out on the promises of Sherlock simply because Amy didn't want to nap.

Little Sandi didn't like talking or kissing while she was watching something on the telly. So there wasn't much else he could do except snuggle close to John while on the couch. One hand was wrapped protectively around Amy and the other around his husband, so he couldn't sign either. Just try to enjoy the time with the family.

Amy relaxed against Sherlock for the entire movie, grinning up at him was the credits started to roll. "'S good movie," she stated with a wide grin and a nod of her head. In the end, naturally, all of the fairies had become friends and saved whatever world they needed to. She stretched and slid off the couch with a yawn. "I's is gonna go nap now, 'tays? Lunch after. With a cuppa." With that she darted up the stairs, her fairy wings flapping with each step.

John had fallen asleep during the moving. His face was pressed easily against Sherlock's shoulder, mouth open and slightly drooling on his husband's shirt. It had been rather warm and Sherlock's constant breathing had lulled him to sleep in no time.

Sherlock hadn't really paid any attention to the movie and before he knew it little Sandi had run off upstairs to take a nap. He could tell John was asleep next to him. Should he wake his husband up to snog or let John sleep some more? Sleep probably would be best but damn it, he wanted to fool around with his husband.