Age: 30 minutes

"We're not calling him William."

"Why not? It's a nice name."

"I chose to be called Sherlock for a reason."

"Scott then?"

"Need I repeat what I just said?" Sherlock sighs, gently rubbing a thumb against the unnamed boy's cheek. He nuzzles up into Sherlock's hand and yawns.

"My grandfather."

"The doddery nice one or the one that glares at me every time you take me to family meals?"

Sherlock gives Mary a withering look over their son's head, "the doddery nice one, as you so eloquently put it. His name is Hamish, and knowing you'll end up shortening it within the day, it shortens nicely to Mish or Hal."

A tiny hand reaches up and shows off his strong grip on his father's finger, Sherlock looks down and smiles, "see, he likes it."

Mary rolls her eyes and reaches over to tuck one of the baby's already thick curls behind his ear, "I like it. Can we use Scott as his middle name then?"

Sherlock nods, "Hamish Scott. It sounds good."

"While we're in here he has to have my surname, security reasons or something, but when we leave I want him to take your surname."

"Isn't Hamish Holmes a bit of a mouthful?"

Mary shrugs, "he suits it, don't you think?"

"Let's hope he hasn't inherited the lisp."

"Oh c'mon, it's cute when you do that," she giggles.

Sherlock glares from under his eyelashes, "what I want to say isn't suitable for the ears of our son."

She laughs again.

Hamish starts to wriggle in Sherlock's arms and makes a quiet distressed noise.

"He probably wants fed," Mary says, holding her arms out.

Sherlock carefully passes him over and sits back in the hard hospital chair, "you could do with some food too. Have they brought you anything?"

"I'm fine. The midwife said someone would bring me something soon. You should go back to your classes, he's probably just gonna sleep for a few hours after he's eaten."

"No need," Sherlock smiles and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "I got the lesson plans and all the notes I need from the professors for the next two weeks. I'm at your beck and call for a fortnight."

Mary raises her eyebrows, "wow, you're voluntarily offering to do things. Are you sure you don't want me to call for a doctor?"

Standing, Sherlock rolls his eyes and presses a kiss on first his girlfriend's cheek, and then another on the back of this son's head.

"Go back to uni," she insists, "by the time you come back he'll probably be just waking up. I'd quite like a nap too."

Sherlock sighs and picks up his coat, "fine, but ring me if he does anything interesting. I find that I feel like I'm going to miss something if I leave."

"I have my phone here so I can even film it if he does anything interesting. Now go. You wanted to study chemistry, so go study it."

He smiles and gives one of Hamish's curls a gentle pull before turning and leaving the hospital room.