Prompt: We're friends, and my childs first word was your name and i was kinda jealous but also endeared.

(Mary is hella gone, so Johns a single parent, and Sherlocks pretty chill with John havin the kid at 221B so ya)

HAPPY FATHERS DAY MY LOVESSSSS :DDD

"Sherlock!"
"Sherlock..."
"Sherlock"

John says Sherlocks name alot.

"Yes John?"
"The baby Sherlock,"
"Right, right."

Johns ex had left 5 months ago, convicted of many crimes and murder charges. John had to take the baby, even if it wasnt his. Poor kid.

But, Sherlock promised he would help take care of Hamish, even for the next couple months until they got him a better, proper home.

Without them.

If they didnt get attached first. But it was the right thing to do. Sherlock wasnt exactly the best 'parent' in the world, and neither was John, but they made due. However, 221B was not the best living envoirnment, especially for a child, so Hamish would soon be swept off to a better family.

But for now, John and Sherlock were trying.

And while John was speaking to Hamish about walking over to him, Sherlock watched, very endeared.

When Hamish left, Sherlock would surely be fairly upset. Not that the little guy would be gone, (although its not that he wasnt attached to poor Hamish) But because Johns eyes would stop lighting up with so much gleam whenever he interacted with the child. It made Sherlocks soul fall even deeper for the Army Doctor than it ever had before.

"C'mon Hamish, walk to Daddy!" John smiled, holding out his arms as Hamish wobblingly made his steps towards John, and then John quickly grabbed Hamish, and pulled him close, and Hamish giggled. Sherlock felt himself blush and grin at them.

"Now Hamish," John said, getting settled with Hamish in his lap. His eyes flicked up towards Sherlock, before winking. Sherlocks eyes flew away, and he sat up, going to the kitchen hoping John didnt see him blush. However, he listened intently to what John was saying.

"Now say this: Daddy,"
Silence
"Daddy. Its easy Hamish. Daddy"
Hamish giggled, before poking John in the cheek, and John sighed.
"Daddy,"
"Hnghn,"
"Daddy,"
"Dduddhh:
"Daddy,"

Sherlock began to chuckle as he turned and walked back to the livng room, placing some tea next to John.

"Thank you Sherlock-now, Daddy,"
"...Sh.."
"What?"
"Shur....lawk"

Sherlock froze, heart stopping.

"Hamish."
"Shur lawwwkk"
"Oh my god-Sherlock did you-"
Sherlock looked down at Hamish, and Hamish looked up.

John scooped up Hamish, and looked at Sherlock with wide eyes.

"He.. he said-" "My name..."

Sherlock could barely breath, heart exploding, and mind closing in, before he looked at John.

"He said my name," Sherlock breathed, before carefully taking Hamish into his arms. Hamish squirmed a little, before wrapping his arms around Sherlocks neck, and John smiled at his detective.

"Wow..."

There was a silence, and John moved forward a bit, placing a hand on Hamish's back, another on Sherlocks shoulder. Sherlock began to become painfully aware of it.

"You're adorable,"

Sherlock felt heat blossom in his cheeks as he looked at John with wide eyes, and John licked his lips, before getting on his toes and placing a soft kiss on Sherlocks warm cheek.

Sherlock froze in place, face flushing red, and he turned to look at John, mouth parted.

"John," he breathed, eyes flicking to Johns lips.

"Yes?"

"Can you-"

"Yes."

John pulled Sherlocks neck down a bit, and he collided their lips together for the first time.

After a while, John slowly pulled away, eyes half lidded as he looked up at the detective, before pressing his lips once more, deeper onto his.

Sherlock's mind was zapping around harshly, Johns lips deactivating whatever functionality it had going on up there.

Sherlock slowly pulled away, and put Hamish in his craddle, before going to kiss John more, forearms resting smoothly on his shoulders.

John breathed softly, his toungue prying Sherlocks lips open lightly, and Sherlock began to moan into his mouth.

John ran his hands down Sherlocks sides, fingers teasingly pulling out Sherlocks tucked in shirt.

As soon as Johns hands met his pearly skin under his shirt, Sherlock pulled away, and groaned, neck thrown back as John ran his fingers up his skin, and to his chest.

John latched onto his neck, and began to kiss him harshly.

-

"We could do this, y'know..."

Sherlock blinked, his eyes widening.

"You..." Sherlock turned to baby Hamish, whom had curled up in his arms.

After a heated amount of time in Sherlocks bed room, the crept out to check in on Hamish, who had been fast asleep.

"You really think so?"

Sherlock turned back to look at John, and John smiled.

"I know so," He said smiling, before pulling Sherlock down onto him again.