girl holding dog

  • *221B*
  • Baby Holmes: *folding her arms; grumpy* Why do Mummy and Daddy have to have another baby?
  • Mycroft: *bored* Contraceptives aren't in their vocabulary.
  • Baby Holmes: *pouts* Why couldn't I go to the Hospital?
  • Mycroft: *raises an eyebrow* Because that's not the first memory you want of your little brother *shudders* Believe me.
  • Baby Holmes: *frowns* I hate him.
  • Mycroft: *dismissive* It won't last.
  • Baby Holmes: *confused* Whyyyy?
  • Mycroft: *rolls his eyes* Oh, I don't know. You'll notice he's dropped his favourite toy and tuck it next to him even though he's fast asleep. You'll be playing in the park, warning him not to touch the bees and then kissing his sting better. You'll never get to be Captain of the pirate ship, I'm afraid, but that doesn't matter *waves a hand* Walking the plank is just as fun.
  • Baby Holmes: ...
  • Baby Holmes: *blinks* Really?
  • Mycroft: *smiles* Yes.
  • Baby Holmes: *whines* What if he steals my stuff?
  • Mycroft: *chuckles* He'll bring you dead things, most likely. Anyway, it's worth it to see him trying to walk around in your massive shoes, tripping over the dog if not his own feet.
  • Baby Holmes: *confused* But we don't have a dog.
  • Mycroft: *quickly* No.
  • Baby Holmes: *kicks her legs* Uncle Mycroft?
  • Mycroft: Mmmm?
  • Baby Holmes: *scratches her head* Where do babies even come from?
  • Mycroft: *sighs* I have no idea. Ask your father. Don't take no for an answer.
  • Baby Holmes: *grins* Okay, Uncle Mycroft.
  • *meanwhile, at the Hospital*
  • Molly: *exhausted* So, Hamish Mycroft William? Or William John Siger?
  • Sherlock: *holding his son, smiling* The first one.