Ms. Umbrella from said: I have a prompt for you! It's actually two and I hope it's okay...They're both parent!lock. The first one is~ one of Molly's and Sherlock's kids comes out of the closet- how do they react? The second one is~ one of their kids have lice, and Sherlock is panicking because he's scared for his hair. P.s- love your writing!
A/N: Made some slight alterations, hope you still like it!
"No, really, it looks…good. Different. Um, distinguished?"
Molly Hooper-Holmes bit hard on the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing out loud. Not at the way her husband's signature curls had been shorn because of The Lice Incident, but because of his extremely pouty expression. He looked like Edmund in a strop over being forced to eat porridge for breakfast instead of chocolate.
"I like it, Daddy," Scarlett piped up loyally, raising her arms and making grabby-hands to indicate her desire to be picked up. She and Edmund were almost five but hadn't yet decided they were too grown-up for such things. Especially when Daddy was pouting.
"Mrs. Hammond says it's just stuff that happens," Scarlett consoled her father as she cuddled her head against his shoulder. Her own red locks had been chopped to a cute little pixie cut when the dreaded insect infestation had torn right through the entire Hooper-Holmes family – along with more than half the twins' classmates families. Edmund's hair was shortest of all, since the little pests seemed to like his hair best.
Neither twin was particularly bothered on their own behalves, but the same couldn't be said for their father, who'd come home in a panic when Mary Watson had spotted one of the creepy little things in his hair and ordered him home for immediate treatment. Alas, it was too late for a mere wash and comb with medicated shampoo; instead, the entire family got chopped.
Including Molly, who kept brushing at her non-existent pony-tail and was still getting used to having to use roughly a quarter of the amount of shampoo she normally did.
She sighed and watched as Sherlock gave Scarlett a kiss on the forehead before putting her back down. "Go see what your brother's up to," he said, not quite an order but firmly spoken nonetheless. "He's being far too quiet up in your room."
Scarlett nodded and skipped out of the sitting room. Her parents listened to her as she pattered up the stairs, and then both turned to one another and spoke at the same time. "No, really, I quite like it." "Do you really think I care about how I look?"
They fell silent at the same time, and Molly finally asked, "Then if it's not your haircut that's bothering you, what is it?"
He gestured toward her head. "I miss your hair, it's not the same without your pony-tail flicking me in the face when you turn around too quickly. And I know you miss it, you keep rubbing at your head and frowning. I just…I wish I'd noticed sooner. How could I miss something like this and cause you and the children to have to suffer through…"
He fell silent only because Molly was kissing him. "We're not suffering," she said when she drew back to take a breath, reaching up to ruffle the short locks remaining on his head. "Like Mrs. Hammond said, it's just one of those things. It's only hair, and hair grows back. I'll get used to it, and so will you."
She kissed him again, giggling when he murmured against her lips, "Yes, but it doesn't mean I have to like it."
