benedicted-cumberbatched asked: Prompt: (sorry more than one word but) Playdate with Uncle Sherlock/Daddy


"Now, Sherlock, make sure you keep an eye on Scarlett and Edmund. Even if John is going to be there, you can't just depend on him, you have to actually help out. And he'll be busy with Izzy." Molly giggled at her inadvertent rhyme, while her husband simply rolled his eyes and huffed with impatience.

"Yes, I know how to take care of our children, Molly, I've done it since they were born, same as you. Well," he corrected himself, "not quite the same as you, lacking the proper mammary glands to feed them with…"

"Yes, all right, Sherlock, that's enough!" She glanced warning at the three-year-old twins sitting in their car seats and listening with obvious interest to every word out of their parents' mouths. "You just behave yourself, and leave the mammary glands out of it!" she said in a low voice, then cooed and planted a quick kiss on each child's forehead. "And you two, be good for Daddy and Uncle John, yeah? Play nice with Izzy!"

"I gonna mawwy her, Mummy," Edmund said solemnly, then stuck his thumb in his mouth.

"Yes, of course you are, love," Molly said with a tolerant smile as she plucked the offending digit out of his mouth and replaced it with a sugarless biscuit. He made a face but obediently gnawed on it while Scarlett demanded kisses from Daddy.

"You're sure the two of you will be all right?" Molly asked as she pulled reluctantly out of the car. "It's an overnight stay at the spa, and it's lovely that you and John did this for Mary and I, but…"

Sherlock silenced his wife with a firm but loving kiss. "Yes. Now shoo, enjoy yourselves, John and I and the children will be fine. We'll see you tomorrow. Say good-bye to Mummy!" he commanded, and the children obediently waved and blew kisses and said 'bye-bye Mummy!' in their sweet little voices.

When Mary and Molly returned the next afternoon, relaxed and refreshed, they had to bite back laughter at the sight that greeted them at the Watson house: jam on the walls, toys covering every inch of the sitting room floor, and most importantly, an exhausted John and Sherlock fast asleep on the sofa, snoring softly and holding the three pyjama-clad toddlers - as fast asleep as their fathers - nestled in their laps.

"Oh, we need to manipulate the boys into giving us trips to the spa more often," Mary whispered gleefully as she took several snaps with her mobile camera. "This playdate idea of yours was genius, Molly!"

And Molly, smiling fondly at the adorable sight in front of her, had to agree.