Moriarty's Babies

Part 2

Molly fidgeted in the confines of the swaddle, hoping to at least loosen it a bit. She was sick of being wrapped up, and just wanted to stretch.

Through her limited mobility, she was able to loosen the swaddle enough to pull her arm out, freeing her other arm too.

As she tried to push the swaddle down her torso, the door unlocked and opened. She froze as Moriarty walked in, going to the bassinet.

"How did you do that, baby girl? We're you too warm?" He cooed. He didn't seem mad, which Molly was relieved about.

She nodded, and Moriarty removed the rest of the swaddle. He put the swaddle in the dresser and grabbed a onesie, dressing Molly in it. He smiled and picked her up, rubbing her back.

"Let's go get you a bottle, baby. Mummy's been waiting to see you all day." Moriarty cooed, carrying her upstairs.

Molly squinted at the bright light, whimpering behind her dummy. Moriarty chuckled softly and kissed her forehead.

"Are the lights too bright, poppet? Daddy's sorry." He said, watching as molly blinked as her eyes adjusted.

Irene looked into the kitchen from the living room and smiled wide.

Moriarty made a bottle and carried Molly into the living room, sitting next to Irene on the couch.

"There's my baby girl. Mummy's missed you so much." Irene cooed.

"Wanna feed her?" Moriarty asked, and Irene nodded. He gently passed Molly to her, and then the bottle.

Irene removed mollys dummy and replaced it with her bottle, smiling down at her. Molly drank the bottle as quickly as she could, wanting to be left alone.

"Not so fast, baby. You'll get a tummy ache." Irene said. This slowed Molly down, but only a little bit.

When the bottle was empty, Irene held Molly up to her shoulder and burped her. She placed mollys dummy back in her mouth and rubbed her back.

Molly snuggled into Irene's chest, rather comfortable. She watched Moriarty stand and leave the room, leaving just her and Irene.

"Mummy's so glad your back, darling. You gave us such a fright by running away, naughty girl. Well, no matter. You're home now." Irene said softly.

Molly whimpered. She didn't like that they were trying to guilt trip her. Irene shushed her and rocked her, kissing her forehead.

Moriarty returned with Sherlock nestled in his arms. Molly looked over at him, hoping he was okay.

"I'm gonna feed him, then he can go in his rocker for a bit." Moriarty told Irene, sitting next to her to feed Sherlock his bottle.

Once  that was done, Moriarty burped Sherlock and laid him down in his rocker, buckling him in. He went back to sit with Irene and looked down at molly, noticing how heavy her eyes were.

"Baby girl looks ready for bed. We should start playing her tapes for her tonight." Moriarty whispered. He rubbed mollys tummy and smiled, singing softly to her.

"Alright poppet, let's get ready for night night." Irene cooed, standing. She carried molly to the basement nursery and laid her on the changing table, checking her nappy. "Still dry." She said, swaddling Molly. She laid her down in her bassinet, going over to the dresser.

Irene put the first tape in the player, turning mollys baby monitor on as well. She left the nursery, shutting the door behind her.