shoreshroot wrote: Requested by sherlolly29 illustration of miz-joely fanfics
Sherlolly29 wrote: How about Sherlolly bringing their twins to Uncle Mycroft coz it's date night and they need a babysitter. Scarlett being so cool about it because she knows her uncle loves sweets like her. But Edmund throwing a tantrum and not letting go of Sherlock's leg.
(First two lines courtesy of shoreshroot)
You can see the whole post including the lovely artwork on my tumblr page. I'm miz-joely there. Thanks to both sherlolly29 and shoreshroot for the lovely art and the prompt!
Scarlett: "Uncle Mikey! Mommy brought your favorite cookies!"
Edmund: "NO NO NO NO DADDY DON'T GO PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"
"Edmund, let go of Daddy's legs right now, young man!"
The two-year-old turned his tear-stained face up to Molly's. "But Mummy, I don't want Daddy to go!" His eyes, already impossibly wide, seemed to double in size as he realized his mother was leaving as well and transferred to Molly's ankles before she could stop him. "Mummy! Don't go!"
As Molly stooped to try and extricate herself from her son's tight grasp, Sherlock knelt down and whispered something in Edmund's ear. The toddler's face lit up and he let go of Molly without another sound, crawling over to sit next to Mycroft, grasping the leg that wasn't currently being occupied by Scarlett.
As they left, with reassurances from Mycroft that the three of them would be just fine, Molly asked Sherlock what he'd said to calm their son down.
Her husband shrugged and clasped her hand in his. "I told him if he behaved for Uncle Mycroft that we would take him and his sister to see Izzy tomorrow afternoon." He glanced sidelong at his wife. "My goddaughter still says she intends to marry our son, you know."
Molly grinned and leaned her head on his arm as they neared the car. "Yes, well, time will tell, won't it?" She sighed. "At least the thought of seeing her helped calm him down; even if they never do get married, I just know they'll always be friends!"
Twenty years later, when Sherlock made his speech at the wedding of Edmund Holmes and Isabelle Watson, he related that very story, much to his son's embarrassment. Isabelle, however, simply smiled knowingly and held her new husband's hand in quiet contentment.
