Sadie:
“ ‘rene? ‘rene?..’rene?” Sherlock pattered after the woman as she gathered a couple of thick duvets and laid them out on the floor, making a comfortable pallet for her two charges. “…’rene? ‘rene?” He patted her arm to get her attention.
Irene already knew what the next thing out of his mouth would be, but she humoured him anyway…besides,the way he said her name was adorable. “Yes, darling?”
“Where My’coff?” the little detective asked, for the fourth time.
“He’s at work, sweetness, remember? That’s why you and Jawn are staying with Auntie ‘Rene for the afternoon.”
“Oh.” Sherlock stood there and chewed on the knuckle of his finger as he pondered this, Gladstone dangling by his tail from the other, and finally nodded when he deemed it an acceptable answer. “Where Jawn?”
“Jawn is currently hiding behind my curtains, because he thinks that’s going to help him evade a nap.”
The pair of feet sticking out from under the heavy, cream-coloured curtains stomped one foot.
Irene set down two plush pillows next. “Of course, Jawn is more than welcome to skip naptime,” she said sweetly. “…He can spend the next hour scrubbing my kitchen floor, instead.”
A very thunderous-looking little doctor flung back the curtain and stomped across the room towards them, his arms folded over his chest, and plopped down heavily onto the makeshift bed. “I don’ c’ean,” he said crossly.
“You do at Auntie ‘Rene’s, if that’s what she tells you to do.” Irene knelt down and patted the space next to Jawn. “Come along, ‘Lockheart…lie down.”
Sherlock obediently stooped down and crawled onto the patch of blankets, taking his place next to Jawn. “Why floor?” he asked her, curling up on his side and tucking Gladstone at his neck.
“You’re a curious little thing.” Irene pressed Jawn’s shoulder until the surly little man flopped backwards and laid down, too. “Your down here because Auntie doesn’t want piddles on her mattresses. Blankets are easier to wash.”
“We don’ do that!” Jawn protested. Irene reached into her pocket and withdrew a green dummy, then pressed it into his mouth and held it there with her thumb. “That’s not what a little umbrella-carrying bird told me, pet.”
The little doctor blushed furiously, but stayed quiet.
After giving the little detective his own matching purple soother, Irene covered her little one’s up and stood to leave.
Sherlock caught her wrist; “…”rene?”
Irene smiled at him. “Yes, sweetness?”
“Th’tory, p’eathe?” he asked, the nipple in his mouth exaggerating his lisp.
“Auntie doesn’t know any stories, darling.”
“P’eathe?” he asked again.
“…P’ease?” Jawn suddenly piped up, from beside him.
Well, she couldn’t say ‘no’ to those precious little faces, could she?
She sighed; “Alright. Scootch over.” Irene wedged herself between them and sat with her back against the wall, while both boys cuddled in at each side and laid their heads in her lap. She threaded one hand through Sherlock’s curls and rubbed Jawn’s back with the other, and began to tell them the story of the Geoffrey the Giraffe with his awful sweet tooth, and how he met his boyfriend, Freddie the Silver Fox. Before she could get to the best part of the story, where they adopted a pair of sweet little baby goldfish, there came the soft sounds of snoring from her lap.
Both little one’s were sound asleep.
Irene started to rise, and suddenly realised quite quickly that, well, perhaps choosing to sit in the middle with her back to the wall might not have been the smartest idea.
Sherlock murmured at the slight movement and nudged closer, while Jawn reached out to wrap his arm around her waist and squeeze, while nuzzling his cheek against her thigh.
Irene looked down at them and smiled; the cute little snot’s had set her up.
And for once, she didn’t mind.
Oh my gosh this is adorable. Thank you So so so much Miss Sadie, I just love reading about your little John and Sherlock :3
Sadie: Aw, you’re very welcome! 🙂 That was such a cute prompt!
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