Moriarty's Babies

Part 6

Molly didn't wake up again until late the next morning. She tossed and turned a bit in her bassinet, groaning as she realized she'd messed her nappy.

The door opened and Irene walked in, cooing. "There's my sleepy girl. Are you ready for the day?" She said, approaching the bassinet.

Molly nodded, then noticed Irene wrinkle her nose.

"Someone needs her nappy changed." She said, grabbing a box of baby wipes.

Molly laid still as Irene wiped the mess off her bum, holding her legs in the air. Once Molly was clean, Irene wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bathroom.

"Let's get you all cleaned up, baby girl." She said, sitting Molly down in the baby bath. She filled it with warm water and sweet smelling bubbles, grabbing a soft washcloth.

Irene washed Molly clean and washed her hair with lavender shampoo, hoping to help soothe her. After washing out the shampoo, Irene drained the bath, rinsing Molly off with clean warm water.

Molly sat still, dummy bobbing in her mouth. She was hungry and ready for breakfast. Irene heard her tummy rumble and chuckled.

"Mummy will get your bottle soon. Just a few more minutes." Irene said, kissing mollys forehead. She wrapped her in a soft towel and picked her up, gently patting her dry.

Irene laid Molly down on the changing table and dried her off fully before sprinkling her with baby powder and taping a clean nappy onto her.

Molly gurgled behind her dummy. Although she didn't like nappies , this meant she could eat very soon.

Irene dressed the girl in a soft and loose cotton sleeper with mittens and socks attached. She placed mollys hands in the mittens and secured them with the buttons.

Molly took a minute to study the closures. Maybe she could unbutton them and free her hands. She didn't like when they were wrapped up.

Irene noticed her and smiled. "Don't even try, baby girl. Your fingers are too close together to unbutton those sleeves. Mummy put you in that sleeper for a reason." Irene cooed.

Molly whined as she was picked up, and Irene carried her upstairs.

"If you wanna be fussy, I can always swaddle you up. That gives you a lot more security, and mummy and daddy more peace of mind that you won't do anything naughty." Irene said, voice firmer.

Molly relented and sucked her dummy to keep back the whine she wanted to let out. Irene kissed her forehead and grabbed a bottle, warming it up. 

She sat on the couch with Molly and cradled her, kissing her forehead.

"There we go, love. Open up." Irene cooed, removing Molly's dummy. The small girl allowed Irene to feed her the bottle and listened as she hummed, soothingly.

After her bottle was empty, Molly was boosted gently to Irene's shoulder and burped, and her dummy was quickly put back in her mouth. Irene kissed her and placed her in her rocker, buckling her in and turning on the gentle rock setting.

Molly laid quietly and sucked her dummy, letting her mind drift somewhere far away.

Hours passed, and Molly was awake and still rocking gently. She was wide awake and hungry. She babbled softly, looking into the kitchen.

Moriarty saw her and walked into the room, smiling.

"Hello baby girl. How was your nap?" He cooed, unbuckling her. He pressed a hand to the front of her nappy and tutted. "Let's go get your nappy changed." He said.

"No!" Molly yelled behind her dummy. She began to fuss, whining as she tried to push away from Moriarty. He clicked his tongue and kissed her temple.

"I know, I'm awful for keeping your little bum in clean dry nappies. Mean old daddy." Moriarty jokes, kissing mollys forehead. He laid her down and removed her sleeper suit, untaping the wet nappy.

Molly tried to roll away, but Moriarty held her still.

"Calm down, love. Just a quick nappy change, then you can have your bottle." Moriarty soothed. Molly huffed and went still, letting Moriarty wipe her clean, powdering her and taping her into a clean nappy.

Irene went to sit with Molly, closing her sleeper suit again as Moriarty went to wash his hands and make mollys bottle.

"No need to be so upset, poppet. Mummy and daddy are just being good parents. No one wants their baby to have an icky rash." Irene said softly, stroking mollys cheek with her index finger.

"You're not my parents." Molly grumbled through her dummy.

"Not by blood, but we're the ones looking after you, love. Now, no more fussing." Irene soothed, scooping Molly up. She held her close and rocked her, kissing her forehead.

Moriarty returned with a bottle and handed it to Irene, who replaced mollys dummy with it, holding it up for her.

Molly wasn't in the mood to cooperate. She spat out the bottle and began shouting, struggling to get out of Irene's arms.

"Shh, you'll wake your brother, love. Settle down." Irene soothed, rocking molly gently.

The girl refused to calm down. Moriarty popped the dummy in her mouth and took her into his arms, holding her securely to his chest. He rubbed her back and swayed gently with her.

When it became quite clear that Molly would not give up any time soon, Moriarty resorted to more drastic measures. 

"I'll be back in abut. I think Molly just needs to go night night." He said to Irene before retreating to the basement nursery.

Molly cried and thrashed as he laid her down in her bassinet, shushing her softly. He didn't understand why she was so upset tonight, but he was getting annoyed.

Moriarty grabbed a syringe and gently grabbed Molly's arm, poking the needle into her vein. He injected her with the medicine and watched as she quieted, shouting replaced with whimpers.

"Daddy's sorry, poppet, but you gave him no choice. You just stay here and go sleepy bye, you'll feel better in the morning." Moriarty cooed soothingly, smoothing mollys hair back.

Molly watched through sleepy eyes as Moriarty smiled down ag her, kissing her forehead.

"Sleep tight." He cooed, and Molly finally gave in, closing her heavy eyes.

Moriarty left the nursery and went back upstairs to sit with Irene.

Molly cracker her eyes open the next morning, still groggy. She shut her eyes and tried to go back to sleep, reluctant to interact with her captors.

The door opened softly and Moriarty and Irene stood in the doorway, walking over to the bassinet.

"She'll be asleep for a while yet, but we'll be available when she's ready to walk up." Moriarty said quietly.

Molly's nose twitched. She thought they were acting a bit strange, but she couldn't place why.

With the pair unaware that she could hear them perfectly well, they left the room, closing and locking the door behind them.

Molly sighed in relief opened her eyes, looking around the dark room. She made to stretch, but was once again unable to move. She realized that it had been Moriarty and whined behind her dummy.

She began to cry, frustrated for the nth time with this horrible situation she was stuck in. She just wanted to go back to her family, and she wanted Sherlock to be back to his old self.

Eventually, due to her current state, Molly fell back to sleep, tears lingering on her cheeks. Babies cried all the time, and that's apparently all that she was.