Sorry first pov wasn't working for me. Back to 3rdperson Oh and Hamish is 5 in this chapter. Sherlock's just warming up to him. In reality it's been 4 months since the last chapter
"Daddy!" the little boy cried from his room.
"That's you, Sherlock," John told him.
"Of course." Sherlock angrily.
Sherlock walked down stairs to hear his son's cry's for help. He hated to admit it, but, his heart stopped. There was so much pain in his voice. Sherlock couldn't stop his feet from running to Hamish. He opened the door to a fearful Hamish.
"He was here daddy." Hamish's eyes were wide with fear.
" Who son. Who was here?" Sherlock said hating the pain in his own voice.
" My first daddy" Hamish answered.
"He was there." I say to John.
" Who?" he asks.
" Jonathan Harrison. He was Hamish's first dad."
" How would you know?" John said still irritated about Sherlock not knowing about Hamish.
" Mycroft told me. He might just be useful after all."
" Well at least he knows something " John said irritably.
Sherlock was suddenly angered. He threw his hands in the air. Then without any warning he said " I didn't know okay. You don't think I hate that? Well John, I do."
John was appalled at Sherlock showing emotions. He never did this. Sherlock blushed profoundly.
" I'm sorry " John said truly meaning it.
"Sentiment" Sherlock stated.
" Yes sentiment, Sherlock." then the two smiled.
They both had the exact same thought: It felt good to smile. But the thought quickly died as Hamish was heard squealing. Then the little boy rushed in and said "Daddy the dog is hurt!"
"What?!" John exclaimed.
And there, on their couch was the toy dog that was the only toy Hamish had. The toy dog was ripped in the middle and next to it was a scalpel. Hamish stared at the toy in anger.
"It's not fair. Is this how all animal's are. Because I'll have none of it. These animals fall apart at the slightest touch!" Hamish stated.
" Hamish needs more toys," John said " I'll go. You watch him." and before Sherlock could refuse he left.
To let the truth be told, he quite liked being alone with Hamish. He did like the idea of not hiding his love for him. Sherlock smiled and decided to "play" with him. He brought Hamish over to the table and brought out the microscope.
" Now Hamish this shows small things. Want to see what's in the inside's of this thing are" he said holding the toy dog up.
Hamish nodded and together, father and son, worked together to get the information they needed. They happily smiled at the results. Finding that the 100% polyester toy was filled with the wool of multiple animals and thread. Then Sherlock made Hamish say each of the thing's slowly. Sherlock found great pleasure in his son wanting to know more. The little boy would go around the flat had him things and ask what was inside of them. The only way he knew what each items had in them was because he, to, did the same thing when he was bored. When Hamish had given him the 27th item, Sherlock had enough.
" You little beast I have already done this a million times!" Sherlock picked up the little boy making him erupt in a chorus of squeals.
Sherlock put the boy over his head, holding him while he ran to the couch. He dropped the boy onto the couch and tickled his stomach. The boy's young and rich laugh only fuelled Sherlock to do more. He picked up Hamish, set him on his hip and turned to John.
" If you don't stop video tapping I will destroy all of your electronics including that stupid computer. Now hand it over." he watched John smile as he handed over the device.
The next day Sherlock was agitated. "He was bored! And why was John trying to clean? Their flat was always this way. Why clean now?" Sherlock thought. A nock came to the door and immediately Sherlock spouted facts.
"Blond, short a girl. Two nocks means not a client. Defiantly means to be here. John, why did you invite a girl over. Who is she?"
" I don't know. But I'll find out" John lied.
" Stop! Let me finish." he was interrupted by a nock. " emotional ties. In a hurry or possibly doesn't want to be here. With that it could be...' His face paled. Sherlock suddenly bolted for the back door.
John tackled Sherlock to the floor. He kicked John and jumped up for the door John tackled him again. He didn't see much of Sherlock's face but it was enough to spot the fear in his eyes. Sherlock brought his fist around and connected it with John's nose. John let go and he heard the back door slam.
Spoiler!
The woman is Carrie Smith
The next chapter is Sherlock coming home to john but not after a talk with Mycroft.
Soon Sherlock will meet the father watch out!Spoiler!