They made it home in one piece and John decided, due to his stomach rumbling, that it was time for dinner. He wasn't in the mood for sitting down and actually having to prepare something serious so he pulled some smiley face potato shapes and dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets out of the freezer. Sherlock said he'd stick around for dinner so John made enough for three. It gave him flashbacks to how it used to be.

It was a funny sight to see a 6 foot consulting detective munching on smile faces and dino nuggets. John watched as they interacted. It was nice to see that Hamish was finally becoming comfortable around other people who weren't him or Greg.

"How do you eat him?" Sherlock asked gently when Hamish held up his fork to show the T-Rex speared on the end.

"Like this!" Hamish bit the dinosaurs head off and munched happily.

"... An absolute savage." The detective muttered while chuckling at the boy.

John grinned at them. His heart squeezed watching them talk and he secretly wished that it could always be this way.

A week later-

"I can't believe you persuaded me to do this. I'm so weak." John groaned as they made their way down the busy street. The doctor grasped his son's hand tightly to ensure he didn't get swept away in the hoards of people.

Sherlock leant over and dropped a quick peck onto John's lips. Over the last week they'd slowly been growing more intimate and Sherlock had taken to kissing John at random times.

"Sherlock!" John hissed, "Hamish might have seen that!"

The detective turned with a frown engraved upon his porcelain features, he blinked in confusion, "Does it matter if Hamish sees?"

"Well... No but I don't want him to feel overwhelmed by it. The only person he has ever seen me kiss was his father. I just feel that we need to go really slow while around him. Just baby steps." John tried to persuade the detective. He held a whiny tone to his voice which made him sound more like Hamish than an actual adult.

He huffed a sigh and glanced down at the oblivious child, "Fine. I'll do it for Hamish."

John grinned, checked his son wasn't watching and jumped up to place a kiss on the taller man's cheek, "Thank you."

They continued marching onwards to the crime scene. Sherlock had received a call from Lestrade an hour ago asking him to come and see what he could find about this latest murder. Sherlock then preceded to spend the next 45 minutes begging John to also come along. The doctor had protested as he didn't want to bring Hamish to such an environment again. Eventually, Sherlock won.

They turned the corner to where the crime scene was taking place. They ducked under the blue and white police tape. Hamish tugged at his father's hand.

"Where going?" The small boy asked, a look of confusion on his face. He could see the swarms of uniformed officers around them.

"Sherlock has to do some work so Papa said he'd help him."

"Okay." The boy accepted without fuss. He had grown accustomed to his life being dictated by the work of his adults. It had been that way since Richard was a solider, far away from them, and then again when John got a job at St Bart's with viciously long hours.

"You're a good boy, Hamish." John murmured, ruffling the boys hair as they made their way over to the hub of the crime scene. The doctor didn't want his child here but could see that as Sherlock became more ingrained in their life they would have to make certain sacrifices.

Another short chapter because school has been messing with my life! On a brighter note, I recently reached 100 stories. Please feel free to check them out! X