@potterlockianegalitarian prompted me: Sherlock and Molly’s first few weeks as parents.
Experiments, emotional incompetence, fun times for the Holmes family with their brand new baby.
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“Pizza?” Sherlock lifted his head off the table and gave Mary a wonky attempt at a glare, “A baby cannot eat pizza Mary,” he admonished her, shaking his head in disappointment at Mary’s unforgivable stupidity before slumping back on to the table.
Mary laughed softly and shook her head, immediately trying again, “Sherlock!”
Sherlock didn’t bother to lift his head this time, just flapped his hand vaguely in Mary’s direction dismissively, mumbling about Molly.
As Mary headed out of the kitchen intent on finding Molly she heard him mumbling about all the ladies and their ’M’ names, he began listing them, starting first with Martha, then Mary herself, followed by Molly, culminating in his coup de grâce, Mycroft. Sherlock dissolved into giggles, actual giggles.
She called to John who was in the lounge room attempting to hoover, “John, talk to him will you? He’s worse than I feared he would be.”
John looked up from the hoover, his attempts to attach the dusting brush not going well, “Mary?” He gestured to the pieces then held his hands out hoping she would take pity.
She raised an eyebrow and asked, “Having trouble, sweetheart?” In a dangerously saccharine voice.
John’s eyes narrowed taking her in, he gulped, “No, no love, course not,” he shook his head to indicate how laughable that thought was, “I know my way around a Hoover, I mean, of course, it is the same as ours, so..” After patting the vacuum cleaner barrel, he nodded, watching Mary with wide eyes.
Mary grinned, to John’s immense relief, apparently his discomfort was enough.
Mary found Molly lying in bed, giving Jane a bottle, they looked beautiful together, Mary stopped in the doorway transfixed.
“Do you want another Mary? I’m sure John would happily oblige..” Molly was radiant, exhausted? Definitely, judging by the storm clouds smudged under her eyes, but luminous none-the-less.
Mary laughed, “Hmmm, maybe not. I’ve just tried to talk to Sherlock, he looks a little worse for wear! You look to be in far better shape. Doesn’t he cope rather well on no sleep? So why is he?” She tilted her head, eyes darting, trying to pinpoint a word to accurately describe Sherlock’s current state.
Molly patted the bed next to her, “Have a seat Mary, let me tell you exactly what that git has been doing for the last couple of weeks since Jane and I came home from the hospital.”