Authors: bradspyjamas & kizzia
Status: WIP - An Advent Calender of 221B ficlets
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to ACD, the BBC, Moffat and Gatiss - no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: In which there is Christmass fluff and baby stuff, Uncle Mycroft, Mummy Holmes and everything else you could possibly need for a Watson-Holmes family Christmas.
This story follow on, almost directly, from "Little Things" (so it won't make much sense if you haven't read it) and there will be a 221B ficlet posted each date from now until 25th December.
Notes from the Authors:
'There now, little one,' John says as he lays Hamish in his lap while he rights his own clothing and puts a rag over his shoulder, 'is that better?'
A gurgle of milky bubbles from lips that are the miniature of Sherlock's makes John smile and, unable to resist, lean down to press a kiss to Hamish's full tummy before settling him over his shoulder.
'Are you two finished?' Sherlock asks as he carries a large cardboard box into the living room.
'Yes, do you want to … what's in there?'
'Honestly John,' Sherlock quirks an eyebrow as he sets it on the table, 'do you not know what today is?'
'Um … Saturday?'
'Well yes but ...'
'No, don't tell me,' John furrows his brow, hand moving rhythmically on Hamish's back as he wiggles and burps, 'I'll get it. Just let me think … our anniversary's in April, there's no case and Hamish being ten and a half weeks old doesn't signify anything special so …' John's eyes roam the room and he catches sight of the newspaper. 'Oh! It's the first of December.'
'Exactly,' Sherlock grins and, expression morphing into one of pure glee, pulls out a handful of tinsel, 'Christmas, John. It's Hamish's first Christmas!'
'Well what are you waiting for?' John grins back, Sherlock's enthusiasm catching, 'you'd best break out the baubles.'