Dominick Hooper-Holmes was not impressed. Eight year old brown eyes lingered on the small thing wrapped in soft white blankets, currently asleep in the moses basket. With a huff, Dominick turned his attention to his father.
"You said being a big brother would be fun. It's not fun. It's boring. She's boring." He gestured towards his baby sister. "Was I this boring when I was little?"
"Yes." Sherlock stated without hesitation. He and Molly had long since decided never to lie to their children.
"Sherlock!" Molly swatted the consulting detective's shoulder with a small pink teddy bear, giggling softly. "Of course you weren't boring darling. And neither is Isabel, there just isn't very much that new babies can do."
"Well I don't like her." Dominick pouted, looking so much like his father that Molly had to bite her lip to remind herself not to laugh. "I bet a little brother wouldn't be this boring. Can't we send her back and swap her for one?"
Sherlock's snort of laughter was very quickly turned into a cough after another swat from his wife. "I don't think your mum would be very happy with that turn of events..." Sherlock answered once he'd recovered from his fit of 'coughing'. He stood up, grinning at Molly. Dominick continued to pout, even after Sherlock ruffled the little boy's hair – something that usually earned a giggle. With a resigned sigh, Sherlock took his son's hand and led him over to the baby's moses basket. No matter how much the consulting detective tried to keep on the cold mask of a high functioning sociopath it was utterly impossible for him whenever he looked at Molly or their children. His gaze shone with awe as it fell on his 3 day old daughter, her soft features so much a mirror image of Molly.
"I know she doesn't look like much now but one day your little sister is going to think you are the best thing in the world." Sherlock moved Dominick to stand in front of him, placing his large hands on his son's shoulders. "She'll be your best friend and sometimes your worst enemy..."
"Like you and Uncle Mycroft?" Dominick asked, looking up at his father.
Sherlock and Molly exchanged a quick glance.
"Well...not quite li-"
"Yes love, just like your dad and Uncle Mycroft." Molly interrupted her husband with a knowing smile.
"The point is..." Sherlock continued with as much patience as he was capable of mustering. "...babies are always boring. But brothers and sisters are not."
With that Isabel Martha Hooper-Holmes yawned and stretched. Dominick hesitantly reached out a small hand, catching an even smaller one gently and wishing with all his might that his sister would hurry up and stop being boring.