Kitchen accidents
'Where are you?' Greg sings as he pretends to look for the pair of toddlers. He knows that they both are hiding behind the sofa in their playroom. 'Where are my favourite three year olds?' Giggles emerge from both ends of the sofa. The slightly higher pitched from Sherlock at the end closer to him. He purposefully avoids the sofa and pretends to look under the beanbags and the behind the bookcase. Mary opens the door and leans against the frame looking down at Sherlock. He peers up at her with his eyes wide. He puts his finger to his lips and pouts.
'Where are Shocky and Johnny?' Mary asks mock seriously. Greg looks at her with wide eyes and with a big grin.
'Why do you need them?'
'It's dinner time.'
'Not hungwy.' John shouts from his end of the sofa.
'Sh.' Sherlock hisses. Out of sight of the two toddlers Greg points Mary to the opposite end of the couch. Mary swiftly moves over and together they pounce on the boys pulling them out from behind the sofa.
'Found you.' Greg laughs into Sherlock's ear. Greg throws the boy over his shoulder and carries him still laughing from the room. Mary carries John with more dignity on her hip. John leans his head on her shoulder and closes his eyes. From the kitchen the pair of them can hear Sherlock still giggling before a small scream and a muffled curse from Greg. John's eyes fly open and Mary hurries through. They find Sherlock and Greg both sprawled on the floor. A shocked expression on the toddler's face and an agonising one on Greg's. Mary tries to keep herself from laughing. John peers down at the pair on the floor. He unhooks his arms from around Mary's neck and reaches out for Greg almost in tears. Greg manages to pull himself to his feet and lower himself into a chair. 'Give him to me.' Mary hands John over and Greg settles him into his lap. 'I'm okay. I just tweaked it a little.' John buries his head into Greg's arm.
'Take him into the Playroom and talk to him.' Mary says gently scooping Sherlock off the floor. 'Sherlock, can help me serve dinner.'
'Donny.' Greg gently shakes John. 'I need you to walk for me.' John nods tears rolling down his cheeks and wriggles off Greg's lap to the floor. Greg stands, winces and takes John's hand leading him back to the playroom. John watches Greg as the detective inspector walks. Mary and Sherlock watches them traverse back to the playroom.
In the playroom Greg settles on the sofa and gathers John onto his lap. They sit for a couple of minutes. 'It's just an old injury, Donny.' Greg whispers. 'It'll will be fine because I often do it. I just need to repair the floor separation between the hall and kitchen.' John slips off Greg's lap and snuggles into his side.
'I… I… th… thought.'
'You thought you had lost me.' John's nods sadly into Greg's arms. 'It isn't going to happen. Not while you are still a child. John, I just need to rest it.'
'And you will. Because we're having dinner in here.' Mary says entering the room carrying three plate. Sherlock toddles behind her carrying the fourth concentrating very carefully. Mary hands one of the plates to John and Sherlock lifts the plate he's carrying towards Greg who accepts it. 'I cooked finger food for a reason.' Sherlock climbs up onto the sofa and snuggles into Greg's other side. Mary gives him his plate and sits on the bean bag with hers. John is a lot happier as all four of them tuck into their food. Greg keeps his arm wrapped around John's shoulders to keep him secure
A/N:- Last time they were eight – I had to a drabble with them as three year olds! Next time… What will her answer be?