Author's Note: Big thanks to SherlockNinja for suggesting "book" (haha I told you I'd get around to it eventually). Enjoy and let the fluffiness commence!
"Father! Father! Father!"
Sherlock was shaken awake by little hands tugging at his arm. He prepared to let John handle it, before remembering that John had the night shift tonight.
"What is it, Hamish?" Sherlock asked. He turned to the five-year-old boy and noticed tears running down his cheeks. Immediately concerned, Sherlock sat up, throwing his feet over the bed, and set the boy on his lap. Hamish hugged his father as he cried quietly.
"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked.
"I h-had a n-nightmare." Hamish said, his voice punctuated with small hiccupping sobs. "You and D-Daddy were chasing the b-bad guys and- and- and-" Hamish let out a cry of despair. Sherlock tried his best to soothe the distressed boy, quickly deducing how the dream must have ended.
"Shh, everything's all right now. You know it wasn't real. What did I tell you about nightmares?"
"A n-nightmare is a d-dream occurring during REM sleep that results in f-feelings of strong terror, fear, distress or ex-extreme anxiety." Hamish quoted.
"Yes, very good. It's a natural process; it can't hurt you." Sherlock said sincerely, wiping away the little boy's tears. Hamish gave him a small smile. Sherlock returned it and stood up, carrying Hamish back to his bedroom.
"Would you like a story?" Sherlock asked. Hamish nodded. "Alright then, let's pick out a book."
Author's Note: Reviews, suggestions, and the like are very much appreciated :)