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PREFACE

Warnings/Triggers: Some strong language use.

Author's notes: We hope you enjoy this! This is a story made by me ( Sophlock ) and Femke ( JustFemke ).

Anyway, hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Sir Conan Doyle created all the wonderful characters, and the BBC gave them their good looks. We only created the story; the rest belongs to them.

Chapter 21- "No, one's enough…"

"You can see him later..." Sherlock fed a bit more of the food to Hamish.

The army doctor pulled himself up and leant over the toilet bowl. He started to heave.

Sherlock carried on feeding Hamish carefully as he spoke a bit louder to John "John? Are you ok?" John didn't reply as he was too busy trying not to puke everything up. Hamish took another bite as he looked up at his daddy with puffy round cheeks and adorable sparkly eyes.

Sherlock smiled at the baby's cuteness as he tried again "John?" The army doctor didn't reply again. The taller man tried again "John what's wrong?"

John spluttered as be took a deep breath and managed to shout back "What d'you think?!" Hamish looked at the food in the detective's long hands and used his own small hands to try to grab it.

"Ok... Sorry..." Sherlock moved the food away from the wandering hands "Don't get it all over your hands Hamish..." He frowned as it was a little too late as the baby had some on his tiny fingers.

The sandy-haired man managed to swallow some paracetamol from the bathroom cupboard before he weakly ambled back to bed with a bucket.

The baby clapped his hands and the food went on the rocker and table. Sherlock frowned "Ugh Hamish! That's going everywhere!"

Hamish was surprised by the man and looked up at him, a bit scared as he kept quiet and stopped clapping. In the bedroom John laid down, feeling like he was about to die.

"No don't be scared... Sorry..." The dark-haired man hated it when he scared his son, the fear in his eyes reminded him of John's whenever he was scared... And he didn't like that. At all.

Sherlock tried to feed another spoon to the baby but Hamish pouted and turned his head away from the food.

"Have you had enough?" The detective sighed, Hamish hadn't eaten the whole small pot, and surely that wasn't enough for a growing baby?

The small boy stretched his arms out and looked up at his daddy with his head cocked to one side.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock could guess what the baby wanted... He just wanted his dad...

"Dadada" Hamish stretched as much as possible in the direction of John and Sherlock's room.

The detective had guessed right and he sighed "You want John..." He shook his head "No you can't have him..."

The baby looked back with a very sad face, like someone had just ripped his teddy to shreds in front of him.

Sherlock frowned. He bloody well hated that face. It was just so awful... "Please don't give me that face..."

Hamish ignored him and started to let his eyes fill up with tiny tears.

"Don't cry either..." The father tried a different tactic. He put on a fake smile and waved his hands in mock excitement "Hey Hamish, we're going swimming tonight!"

The baby wasn't buying it at all. He just stared back, looking even sadder.

It was killing the detective as his smile began to fade a little but he kept trying to cheer up the infant "Swimming with daddy and dad! That's fun isn't it?"

Hamish still didn't stop and he stretched as he searched around for any sign of his beloved dad.

Sherlock sighed as he realised his efforts had failed "You can't have him..." Now it was the taller man's turn to pull an incredibly sad face.

The infant's lip began to quiver and a single tear rolled down his cheek.

It was too much for Sherlock now. That single tear reminded him of Reichenbach and his own tear on the top of St Barts. He sighed and gave in "Fine..." He picked Hamish up from the rocker and walked to his bedroom door and stopped "John?"

"Hmm?" John put the bucket down and wiped some tears away that had gathered on his cheeks.

Sherlock was glad of a reply "Hamish wants you..."

The doctor's eyes lit up a bit, the little boy he'd only met so recently, wanted him. "Does he really?" John tried to sit up but he just failed and laid back down again.

"He's sad because he can't see you..." Sherlock glanced down at the baby's still sad face and it made him sad too.

The army doctor didn't like to think his son was sad... "Fine..."

Sherlock went in and carried the baby over to the bed, he sat down next to his boyfriend.

The baby went quiet and looked at his dad curiously as the sandy-haired man closed his eyes.

Sherlock frowned "At least say hello to him John."

"Hi Hamish..." The army doctor smiled weakly. Hamish looked at John and then at Sherlock dejectedly.

John fluttered his eyes open and looked at his boyfriend that was frowning at him. He realised what he was doing and reached over to stroke his son's leg "Sorry fella..." John felt so ashamed it was unbelievable.

Hamish was so confused, he looked at Sherlock, he had no idea what was wrong with his dad and it made him very sad. The detective sighed, was it a good idea to bring Hamish in here?

The baby frowned and moved closer to his dad, he could definitely tell something was wrong...

The taller man watched "I told you he was missing you..." If Sherlock was honest with himself, he was missing normal, happy John too.

Hamish tried his best to lie against the army doctor and John could feel tears threatening to spill but he held them back. Sherlock let go of Hamish so the baby could move properly onto John. The baby's small face was pushed up to John's cheek and Hamish moved his mouth a little as if he were kissing his dad.

"Oh Hamish..." The army doctor smiled a little and gently threaded his arm around Hamish.

"He loves you..." Sherlock smiled at his boys, they looked so perfect together.

"I love him too." John stroked Hamish's tummy and the baby giggled cutely as usual.

"Good..." Sherlock watched a John laid his head against Hamish's causing the baby to smile. "You look good with kids John..."

"How d'you mean?" The doctor frowned as he could feel the nausea coming back slowly.

"You should have had kids with someone..." The detective thought about the women that John had been with while he knew him. He guessed that at least one of them would have been an ok mother...

John looked at Sherlock and frowned slightly "I'm gay..."

"You had dates with women!" The detective pulled a face, a far as he knew, John had only had dates with women before.

The ex-army doctor sighed and spoke honestly "But I didn't love them..."

Sherlock blinked, John had always been so annoyed at him when he had prevented his dates going well! He thought about it for a second, maybe John went on all those dates to distract him from his sexuality and feelings for the detective, trying to prove to himself that he was straight. It obviously hadn't worked.

"Yes, or else I wouldn't be gay would I?" John had known all along that he was gay, he'd just hidden it for all of his life, dating numerous women to try and change himself, denying his feelings towards other men and trying his best to find other women attractive. It just hadn't worked and he'd finally admitted it to the World's Only Consulting Detective, now his boyfriend that he loved and cherished.

"You could be bisexual?" Sherlock was watching his son laying quietly and listening to his parent's talking as he looked round.

"I couldn't have had kids with them Sherlock..." John knew he'd have loved it, but he knew he'd have just let them down eventually.

"Oh ok… Well it's a shame... Because you're a great dad..." The dark haired man smiled fondly at his boyfriend.

John pretended to be scared "Don't tell me you want another kid!"

Sherlock chuckled slightly "No, one's enough…" He smiled at his son, yep, as much as he loved Hamish, one was definitely enough.

The doctor smirked "That's what I thought…" He couldn't imagine Sherlock trying to juggle one baby's nappy change and another kid's packed lunch for school, even though it would be cute to see the detective with more than one.

"He's still lovely though…" Sherlock reached out a long thin hand and stroked the baby's curly locks.

"Yeah!" John smiled, Hamish was like the perfect baby to say he'd had such a rocky upbringing so far. The baby turned around to face Sherlock. The detective waved back a little "Hi Hamish!"

The army doctor smiled as he closed his eyes and let go of Hamish's leg. The baby giggled at his daddy.

Sherlock pulled a mock face of shock as he teased the baby a little "Are you laughing at me Hamish?"

"Mmhhhpf" The baby giggled louder and wiggled around a bit. The detective dropped his face and watched in concern "Careful Hamish, you've just eaten…" The baby turned back around to face John as Sherlock rolled his eyes as he spoke "I think it will do him good if we take him swimming..." He had to admit the truth, the baby would be better if he got out of the house "I'll get the swimming stuff later…"

John opened his eyes again "Great…" Hamish wiggled happily, he was so happy that his dad and daddy were happy and together.

"Are you staying in bed for a bit?" Sherlock played with a bit of the duvet as he smiled at his son and boyfriend.

John tried to sit up again but failed again "Ye-yeah apparently yes" He sighed at his body's uselessness as Hamish clapped his hands.

"Oh ok…" The detective wasn't really that bothered but apparently his reply showed that he was as John whispered "Sorry."

Sherlock smiled a little "No it's ok... D'you want me to leave Hamish with you?"

The army doctor looked at the young infant "You can, but if he makes too much noise please get him away then..."

"Ok..." Sherlock got up and straightened his suit jacket "See you in a bit..." John smiled "Thank you"

Sherlock went to the lounge and took his phone, he texted his brother

When can I have my documents?
SH

I'll bring them in 5 minutes.
MH

In the bedroom John took Hamish and gently tucked him under the duvet with him so they were both warm and comfy together. The baby snuggled against his dad.

Drop them off at the door
SH

The doorbell rang just as Sherlock took his finger off the send button, a reply came through immediately

Done.
MH

John put his arms around Hamish and made them lay cheek to cheek. Hamish reached his hand up gently to John's mouth and pressed lightly against it.

Thank you.
SH

Sherlock went to the door and collected the documents, he took them back into the lounge and sat in his usual chair.

John could feel Hamish's hand as it stroked his cheek but he didn't move away "You are one of a kind little fella." The baby giggled.

In the lounge Sherlock was reading through the documents at super speed, remembering every bit of information that could be relevant. A name jumped out at him and he muttered to himself "Daryl Jacobs…" He texted Mycroft again

Text me everything you know about Daryl Jacobs. Birth date- 23/10/83
SH

Someone special?
MH

Sherlock read the reply and rolled his eyes as he typed back
Just do it Mycroft.
SH

Fine.
MH

Thank you.
SH

Daryl Jacobs. Born in Wales. Divorced parents. 2 times arrested for being drunk, 1 time for calling names at an officer. Moved to London 20 days ago. Works at the Barts.
MH

Sherlock swallowed as he texted back the next reply

Look up anything to do with homosexuality. Homophobic tendencies, any negative homosexual experiences.
SH

Called the officer multiple very creative names about preferring the same gender.
MH

The detective pieced it all together as usual and stared blankly for a second before typing back a reply slowly

Thank you.
SH

What are you planning to do?
MH

Nothing.
SH

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