Moriarty's Babies

Part 3

Molly woke a few hours later, groggy and tired. She cracked her eyes open, seeing nothing in the dark room. Her attention was drawn to the dresser, where a soft voice spoke.

Molly sat up and focused hard, seeing that no one else was there. She crawled forward to the foot of the bassinet, looking down at the ground. She carefully swung one leg over, then the other, and very soon was standing beside the bassinet.

She crept over to the dresser and could make out what looked to be a tape player. She hit a few of the buttons, and was finally able to eject the tape.

Molly wished there was a light or something in here, it was so dreadfully dark. She had hardly heard any of what the tape had said.

As Molly debated going back to sleep, the door quietly creaked open. Molly barely had time to react as she was scooped up, startling her.

"How did you get out of bed, baby? It's the middle of the night." Came Moriarty's soft voice. He laid Molly down in her bassinet, taking the tape out of her hand.

 "Did you mess with this? That's not for babies to touch."

Molly's heart began to slow to its normal rate as she watched Moriarty fumble around in the dark. He went back to the bassinet and grabbed mollys arms gently, pressing a needle into it.

Molly began to cry, and Moriarty shushed her.

"It's alright, poppet, this is just to help you sleep." He said, stroking mollys cheek. He removed the needle and put the syringe back in the cabinet, out of mollys reach.

Molly began to feel weak and sleepy and tried to keep her eyes open. She watched Moriarty put the tape back in the player, restarting it.

She covered her ears, but Moriarty moves her hands back to her sides, tucking her in with a soft blanket. He popped a dummy in her mouth and kissed her forehead.

"Now baby, daddy doesn't want to see you get out of bed on your own ever again. It could get you hurt. I'll see you in the morning." Moriarty soothed.

Molly sucked on her dummy, shutting her eyes before long. She drifted back to sleep, unaware of how the tapes would change her.

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Molly opened her eyes the next morning and was greeted by Irene.

"Good morning, baby girl." She cooed, kissing her forehead. She moved the blanket and pressed a hand on the front of mollys nappy.

"I think someone could use a nappy change." She cooed. She removed Molly's onesie and opened up her nappy, grabbing a wipe.

Molly tried to wriggle away, but she couldn't move. Irene shushed her as she cried, cleaning her up and powdering her. She taped a clean nappy onto Molly and stepped away to wash her hands.

When Irene returned, she put mollys onesie back on and carried her upstairs. Molly could see into the living room just a bit, but saw Moriarty in there, feeding Sherlock a bottle.

"Daddy told me you were out of your bed last night, baby. That's not good." Irene said as she prepared a bottle.

Molly whimpered and turned her head into Irene's chest. She didn't like the stern look on her face.

Irene rubbed her back and carried her to the living room, sitting next to Moriarty. She held Molly in one arm and held the bottle to her lips. Even after removing the dummy, Molly made no effort to latch onto the bottle.

"Do you want daddy to feed you?" Irene asked. Molly shook her head. "Then mummy is going to have to feed you. You can't hold a bottle on your own." Irene said.

Molly kept her mouth shut. She wasn't going to give in so easily.

Irene sighed and placed the bottle on the table, standing and carrying Molly over to the other side of the room. As a new addition, there was a second rocker, right next to Sherlock's. Irene laid Molly down in the rocker and buckled her in, placing her dummy back in her mouth.

"Let me know when you're ready to behave, then you can have your bottle." Irene said. She kissed mollys forehead and walked back over to the couch, sitting and picking up a catalog.

Molly felt her tummy rumble but ignored it. She could stick it out for a little longer.

The soothing motions of the swing lulled her, and she fell asleep after just a few minutes.

Molly woke up an hour later, very hungry. She hadn't waited terribly long, but the sooner she ate, the better.

Irene heard molly struggling to sit up and walked into the living room, unbuckling her.

"Are you finally ready to eat?" She cooed, holding Molly close. Molly nodded, and Irene went to sit with her on the couch.

Moriarty brought in a fresh warm bottle, and Irene held it to Molly's mouth.

After her dummy was removed, she latched onto the bottle, relieved. Irene rocked her slowly as she ate, humming quietly.

Moriarty leaned in close to Irene, whispering something in her ear. Molly looked up at them, straining to listen in, but Moriarty was too quiet.

"Don't mind what mummy and daddy are saying, poppet. You're far too little to understand." Moriarty cooed, smiling at molly.

The man walked over to where Sherlock laid in his rocker and scooped him up, carrying him out of the room.