Review/prompt by MorbidbyDefault ( ): lol aww! Great chapters, love. Hm...heard a story from my boss about his oldest (about Izzy's age) getting used to their newest baby. Prompt: Izzy doesn't like having to fight babies for attention, and decides to try and hide them.
"All right, Izzy, where are they?"
"Where who, Unca Lock?"
"You know exactly who I mean. Do you want to make Aunt Molly sad?"
Isabelle Watson, aged two, shook her head. "No Aunt Molly sad!"
Sherlock dropped to his haunches and looked his goddaughter straight in the eyes. "Then be a good girl and tell me where you hid them. If we put them back right now, before Aunt Molly and Mummy and Daddy get back from the shops, I promise not to tell what you did."
Izzy's eyes shifted to the right, exactly where Sherlock knew she would look, and he gave her a small smile as he said, "Thank you, Izzy. Now, no more hiding the babies, all right? I already told you I love you no matter what." He rose to his feet and opened the wardrobe door, where he found his six month old twins still sleeping peacefully, curled up on the blankets from their now-open – and empty – cot. It was remarkable that Isabelle had been able to figure out the mechanism to lower the side, but of course she was of superior intelligence.
"Unca Lock no lie Izzy?"
As he carefully lifted Scarlett into his arms, Sherlock made sure to look his goddaughter right in her anxious blue eyes. "Unca Lock no lie Izzy," he affirmed solemnly, privately relieved that none of the other adults were around to hear him speaking baby talk. But that wasn't a time to correct Isabelle's grammar, it was a time to reassure her that he still loved her, even if the babies took up a great deal of his time and attention now. He laid Scarlett down, then fetched the noisily snoring Edmund and laid him down as well and lifted the side of the cot, carefully locking it back in place.
Making a mental note to find a way to secure it that Isabelle couldn't figure out, he lifted the toddler into his arms and carried her out of the room.
When John, Mary and Molly returned from their trip to the shops – and to fetch dinner – they found a dark, quiet flat, with the twins sleeping in their cot and Isabelle snuggled in Sherlock's arms on the sofa.
