Please consider: Sherlock spending some quiet time with his baby, maybe feeding him or cradling him as he falls asleep and whispering sweet nothings to the Little one (and maybe… Uses baby talk to talk to Jawn? ’tis my weakness.) Thank u for your consideration.

inchedSadie: This one really spoke to me; I hope you enjoy it, anon. 🙂

“Where’s Daddy’ little Monkey?”

Jawn looked around his blanketed space on the floor…he looked to his left, then to his right, then tilted his head back to look behind him, nearly toppling over before looking back at Sherlock with wide, attentive eyes, and shrugging.

“Wheeeerrrrreeeee’s Daddy’s Monkey?” Sherlock, who had been sitting opposite of him on the other side of the blanket, got up onto all fours. “Wheeeeerrrrreeee’s Daddy’s Monkey?!” he asked again and started to sloooooooooowly crawl across the floor to Jawn, pausing every so often like a lion stalking it’s prey.

Jawn, wearing nothing but a nappy and a smile, caught onto the game quickly and grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and grabbed the corner of the blanket up in his fist. The closer Sherlock came, the closer he pulled it to his face, hiding behind it.

“Wheeerrrrrreeeee’s Daddy’s Mon–” Sherlock was suddenly cut short when a soft, jangly infant’s block sailed across the room and bonked him on the nose. “Jawn. No-no.”

Jawn only giggled and pulled the blanket completely over his head.

Sherlock smirked and inched closer, and closer, and closer…until he was nose-to-blanket-covered-nose. “Wheeeeerrrrreeee’s Daddy’s teeny, tiny Monkey,” he sang again, barely above a whisper.

The lump underneath the blanket giggled and shrank down.

Sherlock slowly, slowly reached up, and…

….grabbed! the blanket, yanking it off of Jawn’s head. “THERE’S Daddy Monkey!!!”

Jawn squealed and wrapped his arms around Sherlock’s neck; “Me, me, me!”

Sherlock laughed and sat back on his  heels, bringing Jawn with him. “You, you, you!” he said in between noisy kisses all over each of Jawn’s cheeks and forehead before leaning back, so he could see his cheery little face. “Wait a moment…who’s Monkey are you again?”

Jawn wrinkled his nose, as if to say ‘who do you think you’re kidding?’ “Da’,” he said, tilting his head up for another kiss.

Sherlock chuckled, low and warm and deep, as a slow smile spread upon his lips. “You’re brilliant,” he said, and kissed the tip of Jawn’s nose.

Jawn grinned, the tip of his tongue poking between his teeth. “Da’,” he repeated, and giggled when Sherlock kissed him again. “Da’.”

Another kiss, this time on his chin.

Ah…there was a pattern! “Da’…Da’-Da’-Da’-Da’-Da’!”

Sherlock laughed out loud and kissed Jawn over and over, until Jawn was giggling and squealing too hard to babble his name anymore.

“Daddy’s loves his silly Monkey.”

“Da’.”