Little Christmas Things

by Kizzia

Summary:

In which there is Christmassy fluff and baby stuff, Uncle Mycroft, Mummy Holmes and everything else you could possibly need for a Watson-Holmes family Christmas.

This story follows 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 day from now until 25th December.

Happy Advent everyone!

Notes:

Although some of the initial ideas in this were Sherlocksdressinggown(Bradspyjamas)'s all the writing was Kizzia so it's now (as at 20 March 2014 and because Bradspyjamas decided to) listed as Kizzia's sole work.

Chapter 1: "Deck the halls"

‘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.’