Chapter 53

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Sherlock came home from finishing up some paperwork on a case to find Hamish and John sat on the sofa under a big duvet in their pyjamas with cups of tea on the coffee table in front of them. John had an arm wrapped around Hamish and Hamish was leant into John's side, his blonde hair sticking up messily.

"What's this? My boys having family cuddle time without me?" Sherlock said.

John smiled and looked up at his husband "We were waiting for you! Your jim-jams are on our bed and the kettle has water in it ready to start boiling and your favourite mug is on the side."

Sherlock leant down and pressed a kiss to John's lips "Thank you."

John smiled and watched Sherlock walk to their room.

"So, what film will we be watching this evening?" John asked Hamish.

"Hmm… I don't know, maybe a comedy? I know papa hates them but it's my turn to choose a film." Hamish smiled.


Mrs Hudson came upstairs late that evening because she could hear the television was quite loud and it was hard for her to sleep. She tapped on the door and pushed it open to find three sleeping Watson-Holmes' on the sofa all cuddled up. Hamish was squashed between his parents. She smiled and put a hand to her heart, they were so sweet, she was so blessed to have them in her life. She gently pulled the covers up and turned the television off then crept back downstairs.


Hamish groaned as he woke up "Ow, my neck!"

He flickered his eyes open and found he wasn't in bed but he was squashed between his dads, who were fast asleep, John was slightly snoring and Sherlock was muttering what sounded like a list of the periodic elements under his bed.

Hamish squeezed out of his spot between them and Sherlock fell to the side and ended up with his face squished against John's hip.

Hamish went upstairs and lay down in his own bed tiredly.

His phone chimed from it's spot on Hamish's bedside table. He picked up the phone and saw it was George texting.

Hi. –George

Hiya, what's up? –Hamish

Nothing really… I'm… ummm… -George

You're what? Come on, do tell! –Hamish

I don't want to… -George

Okay… at least tell me you're alright? –Hamish

I'm fine, promise! Just… I have something I want to tell you but I need time. –George

Okay, well whenever you're ready. –Hamish

Thanks! –George.

Hamish frowned at his phone, feeling slightly nervous that George was clearly troubled by something but wouldn't tell him what. He put his phone down though and lay back in bed, thinking. What could be troubling his friend?


On Monday morning Hamish walked to school in a speedy fashion, ready to find his friend. He spotted George's dark hair and familiar stance across the playground and bounded over.

"George! Hey, man, tell me what's up, please!" Hamish said as he landed in front of his best friend.

George couldn't help but giggle at Hamish's bouncing around "I thought you said I could wait till I was ready."

"I did say that. But now I'm impatient and want to know. I worry!" Hamish explained.

"Well don't worry." George put his hands on Hamish's shoulders to stop him bouncing "I am fine, just… I have a super secret…" he whispered.

"Really? A… super secret? What's this super secret then?" Hamish whispered back.

"Can't say. It's classified." George said with a smile.

"Even classified to your best friend?" Hamish raised an eyebrow.

"I'm afraid so. But maybe one day it won't be so classified." George said.

"I hope that day comes soon." Hamish said.

"Me too." George said gently with a soft smile.

Hamish patted his shoulder then said "Come on, let's go to class."


Hamish came home after school to find the most peculiar sight. John was stood in front of the mirror in the living room fixing his black blazer that went over a white shirt. But that wasn't too peculiar. It was the kilt that he wore that made Hamish's eyebrows raise.

"Wow, dad, I didn't know you were Scottish." He said.

"You know your grandfather is Scottish." John said.

"Yeah… but anyway, why are you all dressed up?" Hamish asked.

"Me and your papa are going out, Mrs Hudson is looking after you." John smiled.

"Okay… where are you going and why do you need to wear a kilt? I've never seen you wear a kilt before in my life!" Hamish sat in the armchair.

"He's wearing a kilt because we are going on a date, and earlier today I bet your father that he couldn't shower quicker than me. I won. And as payment I got to choose his outfit." Sherlock smiled.

"Okay… but why a kilt?" Hamish raised an eyebrow.

"Firstly, because the outfit makes your dad look very dapper. And secondly, but most importantly, if he's wearing a kilt then there's something he isn't wearing." Sherlock smirked at John who looked rather indignant.

"This isn't fair… ten seconds slower I was!" John exclaimed.

"But still, you were slower." Sherlock grinned.

"Wait wait, what's dad not wearing? Those hideous trousers he think look good but actually make him look like a seventies enthusiast?" Hamish asked.

"No, not them. If people wear a kilt then it's tradition that they don't wear underwear!" Sherlock smiled, utterly pleased with himself.

"Eww! Dad! Please say you're not going commando!" Hamish looked horrified.

"Umm… well…" John stammered.

"Oh Jesus!" Hamish grimaced "That's gross!"

"Hey, it's not gross!" Sherlock defended his husband "I'll have you know, your dad has a fantastic… package."

"Eww eww eww I don't need to hear this, I really don't!" Hamish ran a hand through his hair.

"I agree." John said.

"But… John, you do!" Sherlock said earnestly.

"That's lovely, thanks, Sherlock. But let's end this conversation about my… package. Please." John patted Sherlock's arm.

"Please put some underwear on, dad." Hamish said.

"Sorry, a bet is a bet." John shrugged.

Hamish deflated in defeat and said "Fine." Then got up and went upstairs.

"You really do have a marvellous package, John." Sherlock said once their son was upstairs.

John smiled gently and kissed Sherlock's cheek gently "Thank you, so do you."

Sherlock smiled cutely then they grabbed their phones and shouted goodnight up to Hamish before letting Mrs Hudson know they were going on their date. They were off to a theatre performance then dinner!

"You two boys have fun!" she smiled as she passed them on the stairs "And don't you worry about your Hamish, I'll look after him. I'm going to cook him a nice casserole!"

"Thank you, Mrs Hudson! We'll be back by eleven!" John said as they left.

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