They See Me Strolling

squeakpigsrevenge:

A gift for @tsuki-chibi So sorry that I’m soooo late getting this to you. I hope you like it! <3<3<3 also! thank you to @sadieandmo for helping develop this plot bunny!

*unbeta’d, mistakes are mine.

Sherlock tapped the button of a small yellow cellphone
despondently. Noisemaking toys where no fun when Da’ removed the batteries, he
thought to himself, chucking the useless thing to his left.

“Oi!” John groused, pulling the stroller to a stop and
coming around the side. He scooped up the discarded toy and shook it at
Sherlock. “That’s the third time in as many blocks. Once more and you’ll have
no toys for the rest of our walk.”

Sherlock frowned around his dummy. He wanted a toy that
hadn’t been ‘fixed’ by Da’. John dropped the toy in his lap and went back to
pushing the stroller.

After a terribly boring (i.e. stroppy) afternoon, Da’ had
decided that it would be best for them to get some ‘fresh air’. John had spent
the whole time getting ready grumbling to himself about whether it counted as
infanticide if the infant in question was six feet tall and 40. So Sherlock was
very aware that he was playing with fire. And with that in mind, he waited a
whole block and a half before chucking the plastic phone again.

“Sherlock, that’s very naughty.” John growled, pulling the
stroller to a stop and going around to pick up the toy. Sherlock held out his
hands, but instead of handing him the toy, John dropped it into the basket
beneath his seat and resumed pushing them along the path.

Sherlock let his dummy fall out of his mouth, the dummy
leash keeping it firmly attached to his chest. “Toy, Da? P’ease?”

“Nope. You were warned. Da’s told you that if you threw your
toy that you wouldn’t have it for the rest of our walk.”

“Tooooooooy. Da’ nee’ it!” Sherlock whinged, squirming
against the straps holding him in his seat. Da’ was unmoved. If Sherlock wanted
his toy back he’d have to get it himself. Tipping sideways, he strained his arm
back to reach into the basket. The shift in his weight almost toppling the
stroller over.

“Sherlock!” John strained to keep the stroller upright. “Sit
properly, now!” The baby huffed out a sigh and flopped back into his seat. He
couldn’t reach and Da’ was being unreasonable and he didn’t want to be in the
stupid stroller and…Sherlock let out a wail as he struggled against the straps,
his fingers gone too clumsy in his fit to be able to open the clasp.

A moment later he found his mouth full of dummy as Da’
stroked his hair and spoke softly to him. Sherlock sucked hard on his dummy and
buried his fingers in Da’s jumper.

“I know, I know. It’s been a tough day. Poor bub. But we’re
almost to the pond. Do you still want to feed the ducks?”

Sherlock nodded sadly. Hopefully Da’ hadn’t crushed the
bread for the ducks when he’d tossed the phone in the basket.

“Alright, sweetheart. How many ducks do you think there will
be?” John moved behind the stroller and began pushing again.

“Se’ben.” Sherlock slurred around his dummy, tipping his
head back to look up at Da’.

“Clever boy,” John said, dropping a kiss on his upturned
face, “how did you deduce that?”

Sherlock giggled and began to monologue about the nesting
habits of mallards. Despite most of it being garbled behind his dummy, he now
had Da’s complete attention, which was much better than a battery-less toy
phone any day.