Author's Note:

I am a little quicker on the update this time around. I am trying to make them more frequent for you all! Hopefully people are still interested in reading this story.

Sherlock smirked at John. "I'm perfect and amazing," he corrected. "I already have a plate made up for you Love." He glanced over to little Sandi eating the cereal, the smirk returning. Well, good thing she hadn't taken a bath yet.

Thomas smiled at his Dad and Daddy. "What are we going to do today?" He was excited to go see and experience new things for the day.

John stood up and slowly made his way over to Sherlock, placing a soft kiss on his husband's lips before moving to sit down at the table with everybody else. After a moment he took a bite of the omelet and nodded with a grin. "That's very delicious," he said with a nod before looking at the children. Right away he noticed that Amy had stopped watching telly and wandered over to their dining table, milk running down her chin and all over the shirt of her pajamas.

"I wants to eat with everybody," Amy murmured as she sat next to Thomas and then took a small sip of tea. It was the only clean part of her entire meal and that much was obvious because the moment she went back to eating the cereal there was milk everywhere again.

Sherlock smiled. "Thought you would like it." He looked back over to little Sandi, and all he could do was smile bigger despite the mess she was making. He turned his attention to Thomas, to answer the question. "We are going to go to Central Park. Maybe Times Square. We can go shopping while there, if you want."

Thomas nodded. "Isn't the park really big here? When we go shopping can I get another camera? I am almost out!" Once he finished speaking he began eating again.

As Sherlock spoke John continued to eat, clearly already over his small bout with his PTSD. Eating was too good to pass up now, especially if they were going to be walking around the city all day. "Of course we can, Thomas. I can't wait to see all of your pictures." He was rather sure that they would be absolutely fantastic and already had the idea to hang up a few around the flat in London.

Amy looked up at Sherlock and smiled as more milk dripped down her chin, biting her bottom lip and giggling. "Sorry," she murmured before hiccuping and taking a sip of her tea. Having everybody together was absolutely amazing to her. "I wants us to eat together all the time."

Sherlock nodded in agreement with John and then smiled at little Sandi. It was nice to all be at the table eating together. Something that didn't happen a lot back home, since Thomas had school and he and John worked. They had been doing it on the holiday quite a bit though and he figured they would continue to do so the rest of the vacation.

Thomas grinned up at his Dad. "I hope they turn out okay. I've never taken pictures before." He finished his tasty breakfast but stayed at the table with his family.

John could only smile as Thomas spoke. Their little boy was definitely more artistic than anything and he knew each of those pictures would be utterly perfect. "Well I'm sure they will be fantastic," he said before taking a bite of his meal and grinning happily at their son. "Especially those ones of the lights flashing outside the window last night in the car. I think those might be my favorite."

Every time Sherlock smiled at her Amy could do nothing more than giggle and take another bite of food. Having her Papa be so happy and entertaining wasn't doing anything for the mess that she continued to make.

Sherlock had noticed little Sandi's reaction and immediately smirked some more. "You are going to need a bath after we are done eating Baby Girl." He hadn't finished his whole meal, but at least he had managed to eat a little. It would make John happy.

Thomas looked down, a small blush tinting his cheeks. "Maybe. I don't know. Guess we will see." The words were muttered shyly and even after speaking he couldn't bring himself to look up at his Dad.

John realized at that moment that Thomas was beginning to pick up some of his little quirks as well and it made him chuckle. "I guess we will," he said softly before finishing up his meal and leaning back to look at everybody around the table. Thomas was blushing while Amy was doing nothing more than giggle because of the mess she continued to make. Apparently this was what their family time really looked like, not that he was complaining.

Amy nodded as she finished up her cereal and eagerly gulped the milk down from the bowl. Just like when she'd been a baby the drinks were followed by loud breaths. "Well then we should goes and takes a bath, Papa, a'cause I wants to go to the park."

"All right Baby Girl." Sherlock got up out of the chair and picked up little Sandi. He got her some clean clothes and then went into the bathroom. He set her on the toilet gently and began the water, making it slightly warm.

Thomas glanced up when Daddy and Amy left the table. "Do we have to do dishes here? Like at home?"

John watched Amy and Sherlock with a smiled before glancing over at Thomas. "We don't," he said softly as he stood up and started to gather all of the dishes. "All we do here is put our dishes on this tray and then put it right outside the door." With a nod he put everything on the tray and then nodded his head toward the door. "D'you want to carry it out there? It's sort of like doing the dishes back home."

Amy slid off of the toilet with a smile before starting to undress herself. "Papa, doesn't looks," she whispered dramatically. After a moment she moved around him and climbed into the tub with a giggle. "'Kays, you can looks now."

Sherlock smirked but closed his eyes until little Sandi said it was okay. He stopped the water, when it came up to her waist. "How about some bubbles today." He smiled at Amy, turned a bottle of body wash upside down and squirted some in. He used his hands to mix the soap in the water and make a few bubbles.

Thomas nodded. "I want to help!" He jumped off his chair and pushed them outside. He looked up and down the hallway, it was long to the left and a wall to their right. America was amazing. There was a part of him that never wanted to leave.

John smiled and watched Thomas happily, leaning against the nearest wall as he studied their son. "Very good job. You're fantastic at cleaning," he said with a chuckle. "Far better than your Daddy." Things like that would make the boy very happy and he knew that. All he wanted was for Thomas to be in a good mood while they were on holiday.

Amy squealed and splashed some bubbles up into the air, rubbing some on her face before haphazardly smearing them across on of Sherlock's cheeks. "Bubbles!" It was practically a scream that echoed off the walls of the small room.

Sherlock laughed and smeared some bubbles on little Sandi's face before getting the children's shampoo and applying it to Amy's head. "Close your eyes Baby Girl." He didn't want to get soap in their daughter's eyes. He applied the shampoo gently, scratching it in very lightly. "Here we go! Here comes the water!" He grabbed an ice container and used it to dump water onto her head.

Thomas grinned proudly but then shrugged modestly. "Daddy doesn't like neat things. I've seen your room at the flat." He giggled a little at the thought.

John chuckled and watched Thomas, narrowing his eyes playfully before grabbing their son and lifting him off the ground and spinning him around. "I am sorry we are so messy," he declared as he held the boy tightly against his chest. "But maybe you could clean it all up, yeah?"

Amy closed her eyes and covered them as the water went over her head. "I am gonna gets you," she declared as she splashed some water toward Sherlock and then giggled as she did it yet again. "I gots you water monster!"

Sherlock smirked. Another game it was then. Not that he minded at all. He had come to enjoy playing the games with the children. "No you won't Princess! I'll get you first! Prince Thomas and Squire John aren't here to save you this time!" He splashed Amy back with a small growl.

Thomas giggled some more. "Doesn't Daddy like it messy? Like at his office?" He had only been there a few times. He heard Sherlock and Amy in the bathroom. "Squire! Get my horse! We need to go rescue the Princess!"

John listened to the sound in the bathroom before looking at Thomas. Apparently he was still a Squire. After a moment he dropped down to his hands and knees and chuckled at his son. "C'mon Prince Thomas," he said happily as he moved closer to the door.

Amy let out a squeak and then scrambled to the back of the bathtub with a loud laugh. "I will fights you, water monster!" After a pause she kicked her feet and sent a wave of water toward Sherlock. "Grrr!"

Sherlock was trying not to laugh while pretending to be another monster, but it was hard not to. He splashed little Sandi back gently, so as not to cause too big of waves. He could hear John and Thomas coming to join in on the game and that made him smirk. "I'll get you before anyone can save you!"

Thomas' eyes went wide but he climbed up on his Dad's back excitedly. He pointed a fake sword in the air! "Forward my v-va-valiant steed!" He had learned that word from one of the books he had read.

John let out the best horse noise he could manage before reaching a hand up to open the door. Another horse noise before he made his way into the bathroom. Right away he was splashed with water and could do nothing more than laugh. "We are here to rescue you, Princess Amy!" He moved so Thomas could be closer to Sherlock to attack him.

Amy let out a happy shout as the bathroom was invaded by her rescuers. "Prepare to lose water monster!" With a laugh she stood up, taking bubbles and eagerly smearing them into Sherlock's hair. "Bubbles is poisonous to water monsters!"

Sherlock made a gurgling noise among all the laughing he was trying not to do. Oh God. Was John being a horse for Thomas? His husband really was adorable. He turned to give John a quick smirk before going back to the game.

Thomas used his pretend sword on his Daddy. "Give up Water Monster! We have you surrounded!" He stayed on his Dad's back, one hand trying to keep him steady on John's back.

There was the smirk from his husband, the one John knew all too well. Adorable. That's all Sherlock was thinking. He would never hear the end of it when their little game was done with. Joy. After a soft laugh he moved forward and gently head-butted Sherlock's upper arm, clearly trying to do his best as a noble steed.

Amy giggled and blew bubbles toward Sherlock in an attempt to help Thomas. "Prince 'Mas is heres, water monster!" Her voice was loud but she didn't care all that much, instead focusing on making sure they won their little battle.

Sherlock couldn't help but laugh as John head butted him. It was hard to be a ferocious water monster when he was laughing so much. He managed a growl as he looked from Thomas and little Sandi. "You'll never take me alive Knight!" He splashed water out of the tub, and onto his husband and son.

Thomas squealed as water got him. "You'll pay for that water monster!" He attacked his Daddy with his pretend sword and then jumped onto Sherlock's back.

The moment the water was all over him John could do nothing more than sputter and burst into laughter, moving to balance on his knees the moment Thomas was off of his back. "I will rescue you, Princess!" He reached into the bathtub, taking a mental note that he'd need to change clothes, because the moment she was in his arms he was soaking wet. With a playful nudge to Sherlock's shoulder he stood up and made his way out of the bathroom, wrapping her up in a towel as he did so.

Amy squealed and curled into the warmth of the towel, happily pressing up against John's chest. "Thank you, Dada," she whispered before arching up to press a gentle kiss against his cheek.

Sherlock wasn't prepared for Thomas to do that, but luckily he was already on his hands and knees so he was able to support their son without too much trouble. He didn't want to move too much with the boy on him but he did bring one hand up to mock fight Tomas' arms around his neck.

"You lose again Water Monster!" Thomas 'stabbed' Daddy before jumping off and following Dad and Amy back out to the main room of their suite.

John smiled down at Thomas, reaching a hand out to ruffle the boy's hair before continuing to dry Amy off. Their vacation seemed to be far more entertaining when they were inside the hotel than anywhere else and that alone made him grin like an idiot. "I think we all need to change because Princess Amy clearly won the war," he whispered into her hair before drying it off as well. "All right, Miss Amy, what d'you fancy wearing today?"

Amy looked down at her suitcase and then up at John before shrugging. "I just wants pants and a shirt a'cause if I wears a dress then I's the only one wearing a dress and I doesn't wants to look different."

Sherlock pretended to be dead until Thomas left the bathroom. He groaned a bit and stretched. It was times like these he knew he wasn't getting any younger. He drained the bathtub and walked back out with the rest of the family. He was still in just his pajama bottoms, so he needed to get dressed still.

Thomas was a little wet but didn't seem to mind. He had already gotten ready for the day so he went over to the couch to watch cartoons, since the telly was still on.

And just like that their little family settled in for a bit of rest after rescuing the princess. John gently set Amy down on their bed, wrapping her easily in the towel before getting all of her clothes together. Once he managed to get her dressed she was up and darting eagerly toward the couch to sit down next to Thomas. The moment he was alone in the living room with Sherlock he just smiled. "You make quite the wonderful water monster," he said with a gentle smile.

Amy brought her knees up to his chest before smiling up at Thomas. "Hi, 'Mas," she said happily. "Thanks for rescuing me a'cause Papa is a good water monster."

Sherlock smirked. "Not nearly as wonderful as you make a horse. You were rather adorable." The smirk only got bigger. He sat down on the bed for a moment, because damn his back was hurting. Thomas hadn't meant to, so there was no point in getting upset. He wouldn't be like his Old Man. He sighed at his thoughts and instantly leaned into John for support.

Thomas grinned at Amy. "Hi Sissy and of course I would rescue! I'll always be your knight in shining armor."

John had been about to return a playful remark when he noticed something about Sherlock. Holding back anger and...pain. "It's all right," he whispered softly as he wrapped an arm against his husband's shoulders. "I'm here, few deep breathes, yeah?" Sherlock hadn't said anything but he could only guess and was more than willing to keep his husband as calm and happy as possible. Vacation wasn't about this, he needed to keep Sherlock focus.

Amy smiled at what her older brother said, nodding in agreement. "Yeah," she whispered with a smile. "You will always be my knight in shinings armors." Thomas was her protector and the one person she would always look up to.

"Sorry," Sherlock muttered. This was their family holiday. No time to brood and get lost in his head. "Back hurts a bit," he admitted quietly so the children wouldn't hear. "Thomas didn't mean to so I can't be mad at him. Then I thought about what my father would have done and..." He trailed off with a small shrug.

Thomas smiled and nodded. "Of course I will! You are my Sissy Poo!"

"Well it just so happens that you're married to an old man," John whispered with a smile before placing a gentle kiss on his husband's forehead. "So I can honestly say that I've got some pills you can take to help your back and that you're a far better man than your father ever was." With that he effortlessly moved to straddle the man's lap, grinning down at him cheekily. "Don't make me snog you in an attempt to make you feel better."

Amy looked up at him and then moved to place a kiss on her older brother's cheek. "Thanks." After that she was quiet, gazing up at him with bright eyes and a gentle smile.

Sherlock didn't even like taking aspirin for his frequent headaches and he shook his head. "I'll be fine." He smirked as John straddled him. "Will you snog just because I want you too?" The smirk got bigger. The children were distracted by the telly so maybe they could have a moment alone.

Thomas blushed and shrugged. He was just doing his job as a big brother. He had heard Grandma tell Uncle Mycroft it was the job of the older brother to take care of the younger one and he had taken that to heart.

John took the smirk in and chuckled, dropping his head to gently suck at his husband's neck. "Maybe," he murmured hotly against Sherlock's skin, one hand moving possessively down the man's ribs. Before long, though, he couldn't ignore the pull and eagerly met his husband's lips, sucking at the bottom one eagerly.

Amy noticed the blush and then blushed herself, grinning just a bit as she curled up against Thomas' side to watch the telly. "I means it, though, a'cause I really does loves you."

Sherlock managed not to make any noise when John began touching and kissing him. He returned the kiss, as he arms wrapped around his husband to help support the man in his lap. They wouldn't be able to do this long, but he was going to enjoy what little time they had for it.

Thomas smiled. "I love you too Sis." He wrapped an arm around her when Amy curled into him.

Just like that John was easily leaning back into his husband's arms as he deepened the kiss. All he wanted to do was stay like this for the day but there wasn't anybody to watch the kids. Instead of pulling away to take a breath he inhaled through his nose, wanting to make the kiss last as long as possible.

Amy shifted just a bit before getting comfortable, watching the telly before sounds from the other room distracted her. She leaned forward curiously, peaking past the small wall and giggling as she curled back against Thomas. "Dada and Papa loves each other."

Sherlock smiled behind the kiss. If John wanted it to last awhile, he was fine with that. He began breathing through his nose, so he wouldn't have to pull away from his husband's lips just yet. His fingers trailed along John's back lightly, more out of habit than actually trying to seduce his husband.

Thomas smiled. "Yep. We have the best Daddies ever!" He didn't bother to look because he didn't like watching...or hearing for that matter but they were being quiet and the telly was on so...

It wasn't difficult to hear their children but John focused instead on the soft fingers on his back. That was exactly what he liked feeling from Sherlock and all he could was whimper into the kiss. His husband knew exactly what he was doing and he could play that game as well. One hand lifted to run through his husband's hair, gently tugging at it.

Amy looked up at Thomas and giggled, knowing that her brother wouldn't look over. Since she wanted to be just like him she followed in his footsteps, looking at the telly instead as intently as she could manage. "I likes it when you is intense a'cause you looks like Papa."

Sherlock couldn't help the small moan into John's mouth. He hadn't expected his husband to pull his hair like that but he didn't mind it one little bit. He was just expecting snogging and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to do more too. He didn't want to start something they wouldn't be able to continue.

Thomas blushed and shrugged. He didn't think he looked like Daddy at all and he didn't understand why Amy kept telling him that.

After several more moments John pulled away, breathing heavily as a blush spread across his cheeks. God, that had been amazing. Everything had gone far further than they had intended but it was rather nice. "Sorry," he whispered gently as he pressed his nose against Sherlock's cheek.

Amy glanced over when she heard Sherlock moan, biting her bottom lip before burying her face into Thomas' side. "Oops," she murmured with a giggle, curling her toes against her older brother's thigh.

Sherlock smirked a bit. "It's fine. More than fine, although I think the children heard." He had heard little Sandi giggle and he could only imagine what Thomas was thinking. Their son usually got upset if they were too openly affectionate and he had never really figured out why.

Thomas ignored the noises from the bed, shifting a bit but not saying anything because he didn't want Amy to get upset or worried.

A blush instantly spread across John's cheeks as he kept himself positioned in Sherlock's lap. "Sorry," he whispered again, biting his bottom lip nervous. "I think that you're just so damn beautiful that I can't help myself. Look at you," he murmured with a soft smile. "Just...I can't keep my hands off you. I love you so much."

Amy just kept herself close to Thomas, keeping quiet just like her older brother. If he was upset then there was an obvious reason and it must have been their parents kissing like they were. Apparently that wasn't good.

Sherlock smirked. "I can't keep my hands off you my adorable doctor." He gave John a quick kiss on the lips. "I love you too. We should probably take the children to the park now." He didn't really want to get up off the bed, but he knew they needed to. Especially with Thomas probably being upset already.

Thomas continued to ignore his parents, even though they weren't making any more of those stupid noises. They were talking though but he wasn't sure what about. Probably what a terrible son he was. He sighed at his thoughts and tried to concentrate on the cartoons on the telly.

John nodded and smiled just a bit. The silence from the other room meant that Thomas was probably a bit upset with them and that wasn't a feeling he really enjoyed. Someday he knew their son would completely understand their love, especially once he found a person of his own, but for now he absolutely hated their displays of affection. "I think Amy is very ready to go," he said with a chuckle.

Amy looked up at her brother when he sighed, a frown tugging at her lips. "Is you okay, 'Mas?" It was clear she was worried now. "A'cause I doesn't likes them kissing either so I isn't happy."

Sherlock nodded. "Thomas is too, I imagine." Their son was being pretty quiet and he figured the boy would want to get out of the hotel soon. Once John was off of him he got up, got a new pair of clothes and went to the bathroom to get ready. He decided to skip the shower, he could take one later in the evening.

Thomas looked down to Amy, managing a small smile. "I'm fine Sis. Dada and Papa are allowed to kiss." He just didn't like hearing them do all that other stuff. He didn't know if that was normal or not. He didn't care they had sex he just didn't want to know about it every time was all.

John smiled as he watched Sherlock go into the bathroom. After a moment he moved and grabbed some jeans and a button-up shirt, changing in the furthest possible corner before moving into the living room. Right away he could tell that Thomas wasn't happy in the slightest. "McDonald's for dinner?" Maybe a bit of food that their son enjoyed would make him a bit happier.

Amy looked up at Thomas for a moment, confusion written across her face, before John came toward them. "You guys kissing is nasty, Dada," she declared with a nod, eyebrows pulled together in the most serious voice she could manage.

Sherlock freshened up a bit while in the bathroom before changing into his clothes. He wore an out fit John had picked out, mainly to please his husband. There wasn't a lot he wouldn't do to make John happy.

Thomas frowned at what Amy said. "Sis, they are allowed to kiss." He glanced over to John. Was Dad trying to bribe him with McDonald's? He frowned further at the thought.

And more frowning. Fantastic. This was only proof that John wasn't fit to be a father in the slightest. He looked at the telly and let out a shaky sigh. "Or not McDonald's, y'know?" After a moment of hesitation he glanced at their son and cleared his throat. "I am sorry we made you uncomfortable, Thomas and Amy. Sometimes Sherlock and I just like to spend time together."

Amy looked at Thomas and then blushed, burying her face into her older brother's side in embarrassment. Apparently she'd said the wrong thing and now she felt a bit bad about it.

Sherlock came out of the bathroom in time to hear John apologizing to the children. Should he say something? Were both the children upset? He thought it would have just been Thomas. Although, little Sandi had been trying to model her behavior just like her brothers.

Thomas shrugged a bit. "I don't know. We can eat wherever Dad."

John glanced back at Sherlock with a soft sigh, clearing his throat before moving to sit on the chair beside the couch silently. Apparently it was time to ruin the vacation. Now he felt like a massive git and honestly had no idea how to handle the situation. Now he felt stressed and on edge, like the walls of their hotel room were closing in on him. After a moment he stood up and left, needing to at least pace the hallway in front of their door to try and calm himself down.

Amy bit her bottom lip and curled closer to Thomas, eyes wide as she looked over at Sherlock. "I doesn't care where we eats, Papa," she murmured softly. She hated that everybody was fighting around her.

Sherlock frowned as he watched John leave the room. He wasn't really sure what had happened. "Thomas Curtis, go and apologize to John right now." He looked at their son with a stern face.

Thomas cringed at his first and middle name being used. "Yes, Daddy." He got up off the couch and went out into the hall to find his Dad.