A/N: More Sam because I love him. Got prompts? Hope you enjoy, please review!


Sherlock's not in bed when John gets up and starts getting ready, and that's fine. Sherlock usually tries to distract him anyway, begging him not to get out of bed until he absolutely needs to, which is usually when one or both of their sons are banging on their bedroom door.

But there was no banging, and there is no Sherlock, so John slowly gets ready for the day without any interruptions.

When he finally emerges from their bedroom to head to the bathroom, he hears why he wasn't interrupted for the morning; soft giggles coming from the kitchen indicates Sherlock's making a show out of breakfast. No doubt there are secret telling cereal bowls, joking slices of toast, and whispering endearments glasses of milk (Ian hates milk, so Sherlock always makes Ian's milk say things like, 'You are so brilliant and clever, Mr. Watson-Holmes, I love you so much!').

John's right, of course. When he enters the kitchen he finds the boys giggling at their father's impression of a scrambled egg trying to climb out of the pan. The egg squeals in delight when he's dropped on the plate, then thanked over and over when the plate is placed in front of Ian.

"Thank you, thank you!" Sherlock cries in a high-pitched voice. "Keep me out of that wretched pan!"

The seven-year-old laughs, then digs in to his egg.

John appears behind him and places a hand on Ian's shoulder. Ian twists to look up at John, a giant grin on his face. "Dad!" he shouts, standing on his chair to jump into John's arms.

"Hello, my love," John says, kissing Ian's cheek before setting him back in his seat.

Sam shouts in delight when John makes his way to him. Sam lets John kiss his cheek while he tells John, "Morning!" which is something the nearly three-year-old can say clearly. Then, Sam goes on to tell John something about a puppy and rain, but his entire speech is muddled together and slurred because when Sam gets excited, he talks too fast, and when he talks too fast, he's impossible to understand.

"Uhm…" John says, smiling and looking up at Sherlock.

"He had a dream about a puppy," Sherlock explains. "And the puppy was stuck in the rain."

"Ahh," John sighs, kissing Sam again. "How interested, Sam!"

Sam just happily grins and continues eating his cereal.

John finally makes it to Sherlock. He wraps an arm around Sherlock's waist and kisses his shoulder. "What's this for? You were up late."

Sherlock shrugs. "So were you."

"I was reading, you were—"

Sherlock presses a slice of banana dipped in yogurt against John's tongue.

"Delicious," John whispers.

Sherlock grins and kisses him.

"Daddy!" Ian squeaks.

"Daddy!" Sam repeats.

Sherlock twists around quickly. "What's next?"

"Banana!" Sam yells.

Sherlock and John share one more quick kiss while John is slicing the banana, then they go on with their breakfast before John and Ian leave for work and school.


Sherlock and Sam retire to the sofa after cleaning up after breakfast. They're both still in pajamas, and they happily sit and watch cartoons.

Sam giggles uncontrollably when Goofy from Mickey Mouse does something funny. He laughs so hard that he falls over on the sofa, burying his face in his hand and muffling his laughs. His body shakes with laughter so hard that Sherlock can feel the vibration under his thigh.

Sherlock's low rumbled chuckle gets Sam's attention. He turns over onto his back and looks up at Sherlock.

"Is funny!" he says.

Sherlock reaches over and rubs his belly. "Yes, it is funny. You are funny."

Sam presses a hand to his chest. "I funny?"

"Yes, you!"

He points up at Sherlock. "You funny!"

"You're funny!" Sherlock argues, tickling Sam's neck.

Sam squeals and laughs harder and harder as Sherlock continues to tickle him.

Sam's laughter gets louder and harder, but he abruptly stops and his body jerks with a loud hiccup. He grabs his neck and alarmingly looks up at Sherlock.

Sherlock chuckles and picks him up. "It's ok, love. Just the hiccups."

Sam looks scared as he hiccups again.

Sherlock kisses his head and stands. "Water, yeah? Water helps."

They go to the kitchen and get Sam a sippy-cup of water. Sherlock tells him to drink it slowly and Sam's hiccups disappear almost instantly.

Sam sighs relief as he sets his water down. "All better."

"All better," Sherlock agrees, kissing his head.

They continue with their cartoon marathon, all the while Sherlock thinks about Sam getting the hiccups. Clearly, he's never gotten them before, and he wonders what made them occur.

Sherlock determines it was Sam's uncontrollable laughing that got his hiccups started, but this makes Sherlock wonder about what else could cause hiccups. He starts up an experiment (a safe experiment, one that won't harm his child) and gets to work.

Sherlock knows that eating too fast can often start hiccups, so he makes Sam a sandwich for lunch and starts.

"Eat this really fast, son," Sherlock says. "We'll race!"

"Race!"

"Yes, race! Ready, set, go!"

"Go!" Sam yells, then eats his sandwich as fast as he can.

No hiccups. Sherlock scratches his head and watches as Sam devours his sandwich, then some crackers, then some apple slices, all as fast as he can.

"Daddy," Sam frowns, then rubs his belly and mutters something sounding like a stomach ache complaint.

"Oh," Sherlock frowns, taking Sam in his arms.

He carries Sam back to the sofa and lays the baby on his chest, then rubs Sam's stomach soothingly. Sam's happy and back to his normal self in minutes, and Sherlock apologizes to him for the experiment.

After the get dressed because Sherlock knows John will be home soon (and will complain about them still being in their pajamas), he takes Sam into the kitchen and sits him on the kitchen table.

Sam sits cross legged on the table while Sherlock sits at the chair, leaning forward on his elbows and resting his chin in his hand. He stares at Sam and Sam stares back at him.

Sam gets tired of this very quickly. He begins to babble to Sherlock about the cartoons they watched during the morning, his dream about the puppy in the rain, about the sandwich he ate, about being hungry again, then he abruptly stops.

Sherlock watches Sam's finger approach his face, tap his nose, and Sam say, "Boop."

Then, Sam begins to giggle uncontrollably once again, starting up a slow string of hiccups.

"Success!" Sherlock shouts, right as John enters the flat.

"Success?" John asks, kissing Sherlock's head.

"I have successfully caused Sam to get the hiccups."

"Sherlock!" John cries, taking a distressed Sam in his arms. "Stop experimenting on him!"

"Why not? It's a controlled environment, I don't wish to harm him. The other one never let me experiment on him."

"The other one has a name, Sherlock."

Sherlock rolls his eyes. "He's half mine, I have the right to administer whatever parenting style I wish."

John gives Sam his water and tells Sam to drink slowly while flicking Sherlock in the head.

"Ow!"

Sam rests his head against John's shoulder.

"How was your day then, darling?" John asks, calming Sam in his arms.

Sam lifts his head again and tells John, "Watch Mickey! Aaaand ate fast, fast, fast!"

John looks at Sherlock. "Oh, really?"

Sherlock just shrugs.

"Aaaand—" Sam mimics a loud hiccup noise, then starts to laugh.

John laughs with him. "Easy there."

Sam slows to a giggle, then 'boops' John's nose like he had Sherlock's. John begins to laugh, and Sam laughs more.

"Should we forgive Daddy for experimenting on you?" John asks Sam.

Sam happily nods. "Yes!"

John kisses his cheek. "Ok," he turns to Sherlock. "You're forgiven, Daddy."

Sherlock stands and leans in to kiss John.

John quickly turns around. "Not that forgiven."

Sherlock doesn't do any more experiments like that on Sam again.

Well, at least for about a month.