This chapter is a little agnsty, but I promise, it will get better

They two-days-old boy screamed in panic and had done that for the past hour. The doctor walked back and forth in the sitting room and did what he could to calm him, rocking him, patting his back, talking but nothing seemed to help. And like that wasn't enough he was trying to keep himself calm as well, what he really wanted to do fall down in bed and sleep for a hour or two. After all this crying he started to get worried that something was wrong with the boy. "Come on Hamish." he begged him. "Calm down. Everything's fine. I've got you." But Hamish kept screaming. "Do you have a tummy ache?" Hamish coughed by the violent crying and the rage had turned his little face red, he hushed him carefully again. Then he heard the door slam downstairs and quick footsteps in the stairs. It came like a salvation.

"Sherlock!" he shouted and the detective came thought the door, coat swaying and already frowning by the sound of their son. "Where the hell have you been?" Sherlock tossed his coat over the chair.

"What's going on?" he asked and walked over to them with two big steppes to place his hand upon the dark hair on Hamish's head.

"He's been screaming for the last hour. I can't calm him down." Sherlock reached out his arms and received the child. As soon as Hamish's head was laid upon his shoulder he silenced. Just the smell of Sherlock had calmed him and John fell backwards into the armchair with a big sigh, just glad that the room finally was quiet. The detective stared at the little boy, wondering what he'd just accomplished.

"Well, that was easy." he said and John pinched his nose bridge like he was having a headache. Sherlock frowned with a great big smile and smirked. "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing." he groaned and crossed his legs, he tried to smother his anger that Sherlock had just disappeared for two hours. "He woke up screaming and have continued since then. Where were you?" Sherlock smiled cockily and nodded to his coat. There was a secret.

"Left pocket." he said and John gave him a sceptic look. What had he done now?

"If I find a bag of fingers in there, I am going to kill you." His husband smirked, gave the coat another nod and John got up to take a look. The coat was heavier than usual and John put his hand down the pocked and felt the package. "What is this?" he asked eagerly and shook the velvety black box with a dark blue ribbon in silk.

"Have you forgotten?" Sherlock asked and rocked little Hamish in his arms. "It's october the 13th." John felt his lips curl into a smile by the romantic gesture and he pulled Sherlock into a deep long kiss. This really cheered him up.

"How come you remembered? Not even I did." Sherlock answered him with another kiss and stroke his fingers through his hair as lovingly as he could.

"Open it." he said and John untied the little bow while Sherlock talked to their boy who was about to go to sleep in his arms. "You've been angry today? Did you miss me that much?" The ribbon fell to the floor and he opened the box to reveal what was on the inside. A beautiful watch appeared, square frame in black and a leather band with brassed buckle. His jaw almost hit the floor by the sight, this was a very expensive gift.

"Sher..." he breathed and stared at it with fluttering eyes. This was the first gift Sherlock ever gotten him and he was so surprised that he tossed his arms around his long neck and kissed his soft lips, feeling little Hamish being squished between them. "Oh Sherlock." The detective kissed him deeply and gave him that cocky smirk that was associated with his smugness. He was clearly high-hatted about this gift.

"Do you like it?" he asked and John picked it up to take a closer look.

"Oh, it's great!" he said and turned it over and saw the graving, Sherlock had kept it simple, three little x's and the date. "Thank you Sherlock." He kissed him again and ran his fingers through his curls. "I love you."

"Well, put it on." He snapped it around his wrist and took a good look at it again, the design screamed "Doctor Watson" and he knew that Sherlock had chosen it carefully.

"It's great." he grinned while shaking his head in disbelief and pulled him into another kiss. But know, he felt stupid for forgetting their date. "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything."

"There's no need." he snickered and pushed Hamish closer to his neck, the child cooed as the movements woke him up again. He seemed too calm to have been on edge while he was away. "So why has he been screaming?"

"I don't know." John sighed and fell down on the couch, muttering about the horrible hour he's been having. "He's been panicking. Impossible to calm, he just silenced when you took him." Sherlock fell down beside him and sank far down on the seat. John fell to his shoulder and they observed little Hamish in silence. This were the moments he'd been looking forward to the most. Just sitting quietly, wrapped in each other arms and just watch their little child falling asleep. But Hamish tried hard not to, once and a while he stopped sucking his fingers and dozed of for a couple of seconds before waking up again, looking around and continue sucking his fingers. "I think you're his favourite." he sighed, a little bit of jealousy trapped in his voice, but still incredibly happy.

"No I'm not." Sherlock smirked, but kind of hoping he were. He would never reveal that to John.

"Of course you are. You went out for two hour and he screamed his lungs out. He loves you more than you think." Sherlock turned to John with a wonderful grin and kissed his cheek while giggling happily.
"He loves you too. Just you wait, when I'm alone with him for the first time, he will probably scream just as much. Maybe he just doesn't like when we're apart." They fell into silence and once again Hamish was about to fall asleep but quickly woke up to check his surrounding in panic.

"Hey.." John whispered and played with his hair. "Sleep if you want to, we'll be here when you wake up." For a long moment, Hamish kept his eyes fixed on John, but soon he slowly dozed of. "Sleep, handsome."

"Turn on the telly, he likes the noise." Sherlock said and pointed to the clicker on the table.

"Do I dare?" John asked with a chuckle. "You'll wake him up if you starts yelling at it."

"I wont yell at the telly when our son is sleeping, I'm not cruel." With those words he reached for the clicker and the t.v came on with a rerun of the office.

"No!" Sherlock said quickly and John changed channel. News. "No!" Shark week. "No!" Futurama. "God no!" A documentary about the bomb industry, John didn't wait for an answer before he changed.

"Let's just watch a movie." he said and switched to the hard drive plugged to the t.v.
"Oh, let's watch Cousteau!" Sherlock exclaimed like a existed five year-old and John turned on the under water documentary. Even if he didn't find an interest in the sea life in the pacific it was still beautiful to watch. It was odd that Sherlock had this as a go-to-movie, after all sea life wasn't really an important knowledge. John had asked him once but then Sherlock had turned to him with a look that could murder and said "I find the ocean calming". John never bothered to dig deeper in the mystery.

When their minds started to sink into the french documentary and the Cousteau-team explored a beautiful reef in the Pacific ocean, a cold breeze traveled through the room and John shivered on the couch. The blanket folded over the radiator suddenly became very tempting and he got up to fetch it when Sherlock twitched, just like he used to do when he was pulled out of his mind palace.

"What are you doing?" he asked but didn't really care for an answer. A moment later, he and John were tightly wrapped in the warm blanket and the doctor put his arms around him.

"Thank you for the watch." John whispered and kissed his temple, watching the gadget on his wrist. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." Sherlock whispered and turned his head to kiss him. "You deserve it."

"It's beautiful." he told him and played with his curls. "I'm going to give you something very special in return." Suddenly, Hamish twitched again and looked around the room in panic.

"What's wrong Hamish?" Sherlock asked him and saw his face grimace in anger and fear as he let out an awful cry. "Hey? Did you have a nightmare?" He placed him in his arms and rocked him gently. "It's okay, I've got you." He hushed him quietly and he calmed down quickly. "There you go. It was just a dream, nothing to worry about." The doctor watched in aw as his husband calmed their son, these two day had been... different, Sherlock had changed into a person full of love and care, it was great to see. But now and then his smugness came back, annoying him until he wanted to tare him apart, which John actually would miss if it disappeared. After all, Sherlock wouldn't be Sherlock without the snide and the showing off.

"He's been like this all day." John sighed, getting back to the subject of Hamish's sudden outbursts. The detective placed him back on his chest when he finally calmed and wrapped him in the blanket again. "Do you think it's nightmares?"

"How should I know? I'm not the doctor." Slowly, their son started to doze off again, blinking tiredly and cooed against his chest.

"It will probably pass." John said and leaned in to kissed his little cheek.

"Of course it will. He can't have nightmares forever." But after a couple of minutes, Hamish woke up screaming again, squirming on Sherlock's chest.

"Hamish?" John tried and Sherlock handed him over to him to let him try. John placed him on his chest and hushed him carefully. "What's wrong? There's no need to be scared. Me and dad are both here." He kept screaming and squirming and John buried his nose in his hair, rocking him carefully. "Try to get back to sleep. Nothing's gonna happen. Calm down."

Poor John was tired, he was still in sorrow and exhausted by these past day's events, he was hoping that these upcoming days would be peaceful. But their son was panicking, refusing to sleep and he was getting more tired.

"Have you fed him?" Sherlock asked him and saw how his husbands eyes started to tear up.

"Yeah. One and a half hour ago, he should be hungry yet." John groaned and blinked away the painful tears. He let out a shaky breath and Sherlock straightened in the sofa to embrace him.

"You need to get some sleep." he said and leaned his forehead to his temple. "Let me take him for a while and you can lie down for a couple of hours." John shook his head, he wasn't going to let the sorrow stand in the way for him to take care of his son. The detective sighed and caressed his cheek feeling the tears that had started to fall. "Please John." he pleaded him. "You're still hurting, you need to rest for a bit. I don't like to see you like this." It was true, he never cared about how other people felt or their wellbeing, but when it came to John it was very important. His husband looked down on the screaming boy and hushed gently again.

"Please Hamish. Calm down."

"Let me take him again." Sherlock said again and wound his slender fingers around the bundle to pick him up, John handed him over and let his head fell back to the wall. With a loud groan he hid his face in his hand when all of the sudden, the boy calmed in Sherlock's arms and went into deep sleep.

"Ho ho?" John lowered his hands again and looked to the door, Mrs Hudson stepped inside.

"Mrs Hudson!" John exclaimed and quickly wiped away the tears, he was so glad to see her. "Welcome back!" She had been away at her sister's for the week but hurried home as soon as John had called her and told her about the arrival. The sight of them the brought tears to her eyes and she grasped her heart, just standing still in the doorframe for a moment to observe them. They knew that she'd been looking forward to this since the day they told her and every picture of every ultrasound had a special place on her fridge.

"Oh dear. Look at you three. Isn't that beautiful?" The two fathers sat up straight to look more presentable for the older woman but she shook her head. "Oh please. Don't get up for me."

"He just went to sleep." John whispered. "Come and take a look." Mrs Hudson didn't need to be told twice before she hurried over the room and fell down beside Sherlock. Tears started to fall when she saw Hamish's wonderful face and she stroke his dark hair. Even she could see the similarities between the detective and the child.

"He's much like you, Sherlock." she smiled and Sherlock pushed the blanket away so she could get a better look. "Lucky he didn't get your curls, it would be hard for you to brush it for him."

"I think I could handle it." Sherlock smirked, he was used to tangled curls and painful combing as a child, he had even prepared himself for the screaming and shouting if Hamish would have turned out to be curly haired. "Would you like to hold him?" Mrs Hudson let out a little squeal when she heard the question and nodded eagerly as tears fell from her chin.

"Of course." she sniffled and he placed the sleeping bundle in her arms. "Oh dear, isn't he a beautiful little boy. Hello Hamish."

Now when Sherlock finally had his chance he pulled John into a hug and kissed his temple, he was still carrying the same sad face but now with a smile. He fell into Sherlock's arms and sighed loudly.

"Say hello to granny, Hamish." John said tiredly and Mrs Hudson let out a little sob when she heard him. While looking proudly at little Hamish, she started to cry again.

"Yes, I'm your granny." she sniffled and rocked him gently. "Have you been a good boy to your daddies?" That sentence made John smirk into Sherlock's chest.

"He's been a little cranky today." he said, still feeling the tears burn the bakside on his eyes. "It's hard to get him to sleep." Two seconds later, Hamish squirmed in mrs Hudson's hands and let out a cry, making John clenched his jaw so he wouldn't groan in annoyance. When they thought it was over, it stared all over again, he reached out his arms.

"Oh, you little sweetie." she chirped and placed the boy in John's hands, she could finally wipe her tears. "Have you tried to place him on your chest."

"Of course." John said and rocked the little bundle who's arms were flailing. "I'm a little concerned he's got colic." Even if Sherlock knew very well what colic was he turned to John with fear written all over his face.

"You think?" he exclaimed, terrified that his son was in pain. "Is there something you can do?"

"You know there isn't." John said and Hamish was quiet again. "It will pass eventually."
"He's really beautiful, and so small. You must be so happy." mrs Hudson sighed and placed her hand on Sherlocks shoulder. "Aren't you Sherlock?" He was the one she was most sceptic about when it came to the love for children, she'd talked to John about it many times. Too many times. Asking him questions about how sure he was about this. She doubted him and John could understand her, everyone had been a little sceptical when new got out that Sherlock was becoming a father. The sociopathic consulting detective who gladly faced death every day just for fun, how would he ever be able to take care of an infant. But they rarely saw the human sides of Sherlock that John faced everyday, many couldn't look beyond rudeness to see the love he carried.

"Obviously." Sherlock said and gave mrs Hudson murderous look, which she never saw because she was to busy watching how John so beautifully bonded with the boy. He turned to see what caused the woman's ridiculous smile and quickly forgot about the doubt he'd heard in her voice and sighed. Their landlady made a sudden squeak and picked up her handbag from the floor, poked around in the many compartments.

"I need a picture." she said and pulled up her camera. "May I?" They didn't mind, so far they had just taken a few pictures on their son, but none of them together, they needed more to sent to Clara and fill up the album that she'd bought them.

"I'm so sorry about your sister, John." The knot tightened in his stomach and he let out a shaky breath when the subject was brought up again. The conversation would make him fall apart if Hudson decided to bring it up further.
"Yeah, me too." he said simply and stoke his hand back and forth over Hamish's back, he was such a comfort even if he had a cranky day. Luckily, mrs Hudson had something else to talk about with them

"Promise me you'll stop firing guns in the middle of the nigh now, Sherlock." she ordered him and Sherlock rolled his eyes just by the first word. "And no more shouting, you'll scare him."

"Yes, mrs Hudson." he groaned like a five-year-old.
"Good, I'm sure Hamish will have a very odd childhood. Growing up with a detective and a doctor, I'm sure he will like a good murder as much as you Sherlock."

"Of course he will." Sherlock smirked and kept playing with the velvety hair. "How about dinner mrs Hudson." She pressed her lips together in a thing smile and raised a warning finger.

"I'm not you housekeeper." she reminded them for the hundredth time.

"Just something light." John continued, to exhausted to even care how impolite he sounded and mrs Hudson could as usual not say no to the happy couple, after all, she could see that both of them were tired.

"Alright then." she sighed, still smiling. "Just this once." That was a lie.

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