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So, my friends, chapter 28... This story will hopefully have 30 chapters. Chapter 29 being the last 'in the present' chapter and then chapter 30 will be a long 'look into the future' ! :) I hope you enjoy reading it! Because afterwards there will be a short break and then I'll get on with writing the first sequel- Hamish at the age of 5! :D Thank you for reading and enjoy the chapter!

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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 28- Oh god that face

"But I do mind... And I can cook if you like..." Sherlock followed John up to the flat as he carried Hamish in his left hand.

"Well we could eat take away" John opened the door and went into the flat and smiled, home again.

"Oh ok... That sounds good..." The detective went into the flat too "We need to feed him before he sleeps..."

*Well I'll make food for him then, you order..." The shorter man left the bags on the desk, took his coat off and watched Sherlock take Hamish out of the carrier and hold him gently as he was half asleep in his arms.

"Ok... What d'you want? I'm not hungry anyway..." Sherlock stroked the baby's hair softly as he spoke.

"Again?" John started to tidy some stuff away on the coffee table "Greek?"

"I just don't feel like eating. And I don't mind, you're the one eating it." The taller man smiled as Hamish sleepily blinked up at him.

"Ok.." The army doctor frowned at a suspicious looking stain on the coffee table but he couldn't be bothered with it now, he just covered it up with papers.

"So what d'you want me to order for you?" The detective put Hamish back into his seat and took him over to the coffee table with John.

"Greek..." The shorter man picked the baby carrier back up and went into the kitchen with the baby. He gently woke his son up so he would be ready to eat in a bit.

"But what on the menu?" Sherlock frowned.

"I don't know... Surprise me..." John started making some dubious looking mash from the small jars of baby food.

"Ok..." The taller man went into his room, ordered some food for his boyfriend and quickly tapped a text to Mycroft.

Daryl. Sorted him. Just do me a favour and point a few cameras at him from time to time?

SH

Fine.

MH

Sherlock raised his eyebrows at his brother's willingness to help. It was probably because he was happy that his younger brother was finally settling down with someone.

Thank you.

SH

John started feeding Hamish, smiling and making coaxing sounds to get the infant to swallow properly.

Sherlock went to the table, took the artwork from the bag and went back into their shared room. He looked around for where to hang the piece but frowned when there was none. Well, it had to go somewhere... He smiled fondly a little at his trusty periodic table as he took it down from the wall and hung the art piece up instead. 'Love is more important than science now...'

John was still feeding his son in the other room. Hamish was being a bit messy because he was tired. He was really sleepy as he swallowed some of the food and it dribbled a bit. In their bedroom, Sherlock smiled proudly at the new fixture on the wall. Perfect.

The army doctor finished feeding the infant, scooped him up afterwards and took him to the bathroom. He went through the usual process of getting the baby ready for bed before he took him to his room. He laid him into the crib "Here you go mate..." He put the teddy next to Hamish's soft dark curls and kissed his cheek. He stood up and called downstairs "Sherlock? Do you want to say goodnight?"

The taller man went upstairs and walked over to Hamish "Goodnight Hamish..." He bent into the crib and kissed the baby on the forehead.

"Bye bye Hamish!" John smiled and went back downstairs to the kitchen as the doorbell rang.

"Night Hamish..." Sherlock turned and started to walk away "I love you." He smiled to himself as he said it.

John ignored the doorbell so Sherlock would get it and pay, he took some plates out of the cupboard, hoping he hadn't chosen any that his boyfriend had experimented on, even though this was unlikely.

Sherlock went to the door, paid the delivery man, took the food and brought I back upstairs, setting it on the wooden table where there was space.

"Really not eating with me?" The army doctor pulled his puppy eyes and gestured to the extra plate he'd taken from the cupboard.

"Don't pull that face at me John... I just don't feel like eating..." The taller man frowned a little.

"We just swam for 2 hours!" John frowned back at his partner.

"It wasn't really swimming per say... More standing in the water with a baby..." The detective gestured with his hands as he spoke.

"And I bet you haven't eaten in days..." The army doctor sighed, Sherlock was better with his eating now, but he could still slip back sometimes.

Sherlock pulled a face of annoyance "I had pasta last night!" He took John's food out for him.

"Oh sorry forgot that... I was drunk remember..." John sat down with his plate and cutlery.

Sherlock served the food "I do remember... Because you were a mess and it... It scared me."

"Well at least we know after all of this that you have feelings..." John started to tuck into the tasty food.

"I try to divorce myself from them... It's not been working recently." Sherlock tried to say it neutrally and icy but he didn't mean it. He was happy that he loved John and Hamish and that he could feel, even if it scared him sometimes.

"So I've noticed.." The shorter man was working his way through the food happily.

The detective didn't reply but just shrugged and went back to their room and started to get ready for bed.

John rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's actions and ate more Greek, Sherlock had picked some good choices to say he didn't eat much.

The detective got changed and ready for rest before he went back to bed and laid down with his hands folded behind his head, admiring the artwork on the wall with a proud smile.

John felt a tiny bit left behind as he sat alone but he was used to his partner's ways so he just finished in silence and put his dishes in the sink. He made some tea and drank it while he quickly read an article in the paper that had caught his eye, about soldiers in Afghanistan. He finished up, cleaned his dishes and went into the bedroom.

The taller man looked over at him and smirked cheekily with a slight raise of his eyebrows.

"What?" The army doctor looked at his jumper to see if he'd got any food stains on it, apparently not.

"So... I'm laying in bed..." Sherlock raised his eyebrows suggestively, surely John's memory wasn't that bad.

John remembered his list of 'turn ons' and what he'd told Sherlock "Ohhh... I see..." He grinned back equally as cheekily.

"You said it turned you on right?" The detective shrugged nonchalantly.

"Mmm..." John took some sleepwear and went to the bathroom to get ready.

"What does 'mmm..' Mean?" Sherlock frowned a little at the ceiling.

"I'm getting ready in the bathroom" The shorter man shouted back through to the bedroom.

The detective frowned a little, John hadn't even answered his question.. "Oh ok..."

The army doctor stripped and did his usual night routine. He put the sleepwear on and started brushing his teeth.

Sherlock smiled at the art on the wall again "I put the art on the wall by the way."

"I'll take a look" John brushed his teeth until he was minty fresh, he wanted to taste nice instead of tasting like Greek, he combed his sandy hair.

"You never actually asked me what I did to Daryl by the way..." Sherlock smiled again at the idea of Daryl's girl screaming.

"I don't even want to know!" John didn't want to know what had happened to the man, just as long as Sherlock hadn't killed him but he was gone.

"Really? Surely the morals within you are dying to know..." The dark haired man tapped the bed impatiently.

"Yes really Sherlock, I'm tired, I still have a bit of a headache and I'm cold, I don't want to know what you did to fucking Daryl." John looked at himself in the bathroom mirror.

"Oh ok..." Sherlock frowned a bit, feeling slightly stupid.

John came back to the bedroom and stood next to the bed and Sherlock, looking down at the thin man on the white sheets.

Sherlock looked up at his partner "What?"

The army doctor pulled 'The Face' again, the one that apparently meant he wanted to have sex with the detective.

"Oh god that face..." The taller man suppressed a snigger.

"You know what that means right...?" John smirked sexily down at the man below.

"I guess I do..." Sherlock raised an eyebrow cheekily at his boyfriend. He definitely knew.


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