Sadie: The doctor’s words had the very opposite effect of what he was hoping for, and he watch helplessly as a pair of big, bright blue eyes welled up. “I don’t know,” Sherlock croaked, his voice already thick with tears.
‘I don’t know’ was not something John was used to hearing, not from this man. Sherlock always knew what he wanted, Big or Little. “Please, please don’t cry…your Nana will think I’m picking on you again!” he pleaded, reaching for his little one. He forced a smile on his face, and tried to tease him, play with him, get him to smile…ANYTHING but cry! “You don’t want to see Daddy get in trouble, do you? Nana get after him with her spoon?”
Again, it had the exact opposite effect…that pale, smooth face began to crumble and turn mottled around his cheeks and across his nose, a look that John was sadly all to familiar with. “I…don’t…knooooow!” Sherlock let out with a wail, and dissolved into a weepy puddle as John sighed, pulled him against his chest, and began to pet his hair.
“You still know more than Daddy does, apparently.”
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