i haven't done a happy one in a while, so enjoy:)

sherlock climbed out of bed as it was his turn to fetch their crying daughter. as he walked through the dark hall, he ran into a few boxes, cursing quietly as he stubbed his toe, before making it to his daughter's room. they had just moved out of the flat and out of london, to a house out in the countryside. it was nice house, costly, but it was in a nice area with a few neighbors and a big yard. they still kept the flat, not wanting to rent it out because mrs hudson was getting older and she couldn't take any one living upstairs, and also when they visited they needed a place to stay. rosie and hamish shared a room, so she was used to someone being with her, and now there is no one so she cries through out the night. he walked over to her crib and lifter her out, holding her in his arms. "hey, love, it's alright." he said softly, kissing her head. he held her against his chest, boucing gently as her cries softened.

there was a soft whining voice at the door, "daddy?"

sherlock turned around and saw his son, his blankie balled up in one fist. "hamish, what are you doing up?" he asked softly, going over to him.

"rosie." he said and leaned against his father, burrying his face into his thigh.

"come on." sherlock sighed and directed his son out of the room, still holding his daughter who was now sleeping again. he directed hamish through the boxes and to his and john's room, letting him in. he watched hamish climb up on the bed and lay in the middle, next to his father. john woke up again and looked at his family before closing his eyes again. sherlock got in bed and laid rosie next to hamish, laying on the very side of the bed.

in the morning, john woke up to rosie crawling onto his chest and grabbing his nose. he smiled and pulled her hand away, sitting up and standing her in his lap. "goodmoring." he grinned at her.

she smiled and reached out for her father, but john grabbed her tiny hands and kissed them. he stood up, holding her as he looked at his sleeping son and husband.

"how about some breakfast?" john asked rosie, looking at her.

she nodded and smiled.

"but lets get you changed first." he cooed and headed out of his room and down the hall to rosie's pushing the boxes out of the way with his foot. he made it to her room then set her on the changing table, then taking her out of her pajamas. he changed her, making faces and blowing raspberries as he did. he dressed roise in some day clothes, setting her on the floor so she could try to walk. she held onto her dad's fingers and made it to the door, then john picked her up and carried her downstairs. the house was spacious, very spacious. they didn't have much furniture, but some was supposed to get delivered today that they ordered. he set rosie in her high chair then moved her over into the kitchen, getting some dry cereal and putting it on her tray. he turned on the telly, putting it on the news as he unpacked the rest of the kitchen.

sherlock and hamish decended from upstairs about after an hour john and rosie woke up, both of them still tired. hamish climbed up onto a barstool as sherlock went over and gave john a goodmorning kiss then stole his coffee. john rolled his eyes. "watch the kids as i get dressed."

sherlock let out a small hum as he went over to the fridge. he took out the milk and found the bowls, setting two on the kitchen island along with the milk then getting the box of cheerios. he poured hamish a bowl then himself one, leaning against the counter top as he ate his bowl. john came back downstairs and switched spots with sherlock, letting him watch rosie because hamish followed sherlock upstairs to get dressed as well. when rosie finished eating, she violently banged on the platic tray connected to her high chair, something she picked up from her brother.

"rosie." john said sternly and watched her.

she grinned and kept hitting the tray.

john continued to look at her. "i'm not letting you out until you stop." he said.

"nooo!" rosie whined and stopped. "peas." she said calmly and looked at her dad.

john went over to her and took off the plalstic tray, setting it on the counter as he helped her down from the chair. she thanked her father by saying 'thank you' in sign language like her parents had taught her. john watched her run off into the section that was the family room, but right now it was just a bunch of boxes and clusters of toys.

hamish came running down the stairs in a fit of giggles as his father chased him down the steps and around the house. john sighed and watched them, keeping an eye on rosie as she was very interested in what her brother and dad were doing. sherlock ran into a box, knocking it out from under the pile it was under, the pile next to rosie. john bolted around the island and into the family room, grabbing rosie and pulling her out of the way as the boxes hit the floor. sherlock and hamish were staring at john and rosie.

"sherlock," john panted in a serious tone, "we talked about this." he said and let his daughter go, watching her sit on the floor. "it's a big space, but we haven't unpacked."

"i know, i'm sorry." sherlock said.

"chase him around outside, and take rosie with you." john said.

sherlock nodded. hamish was already at the door, hearing what his dad had said while rosie still sat next to john. sherlock walked over and picked up rosie, looking at john. "i'm sorry, love." he said and kissed his cheek.

john sighed, "it's fine. i'm just stressed about the house and every thing back in london."

sherlock gave him a promising smile. "we'll be fine and mrs hudson will be fine too. just loosen up a bit."

john smiled softly. "tonight," he whispered and winked at his husband before going over to the cluter of boxes.

sherlock grinned and walked to the patio doors, unlocking them then walking out with hamish and rosie.

the delivery guys came around noon. sherlock had made lunch and took rosie and hamish back outside to eat, so they wouldn't get in the way of things. they brought the u-shaped sofa for the living room, the sofa for the family room and the chairs from baker street. they had them touched up since they were slowly falling apart from the years and years they were in the flat. they also brought the dining room set when they said they weren't, so they had to move the boxes that were in the dining room back out to the living room. once they left, sherlock came back in with to crying kids that both ran to john, hugging him.

"what happened?" john asked as he crouched down to the kids and looked at sherlock.

"i wouldn't let them go inside onced they finished, so i'm the bad guy now." sherlock said and tossed himself into his chair.

john chuckled and looked at his kids. "was daddy mean?" he asked and they both nodded.

"very." hamish responded and wrapped his arms around john's neck, looking at his other dad.

john tried not to laugh. "how about you get him back?" he asked. "go get him!" he encouraged the kids.

they both yelled and charged after sherlock who was sitting in his chair. they climbed up into his lap and smothered him. john laughed at them, then got up and help his husband.

"it's time for naps." john announced as he unlatched hamish from his father's neck.

"nooo!" hamish whined, starting his fit.

john sighed and started for the stairs with him, sherlock behind him with rosie who was much more well behaved when it came to nap time. she enjoyed her naps while her brother didn't. sherlock went to rosie's room and put her in bed while john went to hamish's room.

it was awful, but after half an hour, they got hamish to sleep, then they retreated back down stairs and onto the sofa in the living room.

"they're too much." sherlock sighed.

john laughed lightly. "well we have two hours free."

sherlock groaned into the back of john's neck. "we have to unpack."

"no we don't." john said and turned to sherlock. "we can just lay here and take a nap."

"or we could do something else," sherlock grinned and lightly gropped john's butt.

"sherlock holmes!" john warned, pulling his hand off if him.

"ah- it's sherlock watson now."

john rolled his eyes and smiled at the man. "of course, how could i forget."

"yes, how could you." sherlock asked with a small smile, kissing the doctor.