AN - Hello again dears :) Just a little drabble this time (don't worry I've got something longer in the works for the weekend.) I've been too busy this week with college to write anything properly (yeah, don't study social sciences, they will melt your brain) but I hope this will tide you all over for now. Big thank you's to: MizJoely, Bagting Hangin, SammyKatz, miischall and Shipper's soul for your very kind words, they are as always much appreciated. xx
"Obaay!"
10 month old Dominick screeched as the tabby cat streaked past him, deftly avoiding the toddler's grasping hands.
"Obaay obaay!"
Dominick giggled, following after the cat on unsteady little legs that were still new to walking. This had become a familiar sight around Baker Street since Dominick had gotten old enough to acknowledge Toby's existence. Where the cat went, the child was soon to follow.
"Ooooooobaaaaaay!"
Toby made for his favourite hiding space, a spot in the very farthest corner underneath Molly and Sherlock's bed. It took Dominick only 10 minutes to work out this was where his feline friend was hiding. Dropping to his hands and knees, the toddler crawled towards his parents empty bed, peering into the darkness underneath it.
"Obaay!"
The toddler giggled, having finally found his friend. Toby, admitting defeat to his worthy adversary did not move from his spot as he otherwise would have.
"Dominick? Where are you hiding now?"
It was the silence that had Molly looking everywhere in the flat for her son. It was rarely this quiet when Dominick was running around. Checking hers and Sherlock's bedroom last, Molly knelt down to look under the bed. Seeing child and cat both curled up asleep, Molly slipped her phone out of her pocket and snapped a picture which she sent to Sherlock with a text that read
Our boys. Mollsxx