Sadie: That’s a very good point. John would fight tooth and nail to keep that ‘tough guy’ exterior up around Mycroft…his is not a baby, should anyone need to be reminded. But, Sherlock *does* look awfully content to sit in his older brother’s lap. And Mycroft, while still being his normal stuffy, proper self, doesn’t sound as nearly condescending as he usually does. And John is starting to feel a bit left out.
Sherlock took John’s smaller hand in his own. He was practically vibrating with excitement. When John was the Daddy there were far to many vegetables and far to few chips. He swung John’s hand wide as they hurried down the steps after Mycroft.
Mycroft paused at the front door and glanced over his shoulder at squirmy little boys behind him.
“What kind of behavior do I expect?” Mycroft said, hoping to drive his point home.
Sherlock threw his head back and sighed. “The best behavior. We know! They are gunna run out of chips!”
Mycroft cocked an eyebrow but turned and swung the door wide, ushering the little boys out before shutting the door.
Luckily the street was nearly deserted, the midmorning rush over. Sherlock, to far into headspace to put on his mask, chattered at John about everything that he saw.
Sadie: Mycroft now understood why there were people who put their children on leads. He would remember to check online if they made any in adult sizes before the next time he babysat…though considering half the stuff John and Sherlock had found and purchased, he’d be willing to bet a large sum of money that finding a pair wouldn’t be that difficult. “Stay in sight,” he reminded.
“Oh-KAY,” Sherlock snapped. There was a lot of attitude from the little detective today, which was only *half* his fault…the other half was usually remedied by a full swat from John’s calloused hand that drove any snark right out of him in a hurry.
John squeezed his hand and glared; “If I miss out on chips and ice cream because of YOU, I’m not playing with you anymore!”
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