[ she grins happily when he picks her up,
settling onto his lap and nuzzling her head
into his chest, gripping his shirt with a small
hand. ]“where’s mummy an’ papa?”
[ she had been perfectly content with sherlock
for a time, but now she was curious about her
parents. they hadn’t forgotten about her and
hamish, had they? ]
[ his hands go to support her back, on the
off-chance she should go toppling backwards.
he’s slowly getting accommodated to life with
children; his flat, however, was a different story. ]
“—Out shopping.” At least, he thought.
It had been more
than an hour since they’d
dropped the children off. Perhaps
they were tripling the already
god-awful high stack of Christmas presents.
(No, Sherlock most definitely did not
contribute to half of the mountain.)
