Moriarty's Babies

Part 16

"Baby girl..." cooed Moriarty in a singsong voice. 

Mollys eyes opened slowly, and she looked at the criminal. He smiled at her, and she babbled behind her dummy. Moriarty removed Molly from her swing and carried her up to the master suite, laying her on the changing table.

"You've got a dirty bum, baby." Moriarty said, unsnapping mollys onesie and removing the dirty nappy. Molly squirmed and cried, upset at the cold on her bum. Moriarty shushed her, lifting her legs and wiping her bum clean, sprinkling some baby powder on after.

"There now, daddy's almost done." Moriarty cooed, taping a clean nappy onto Molly's waist. Moriarty went to wash his hands, returning swiftly. He refastened mollys onesie and scooped her up, cradling her to his chest as he rubbed her back.

Molly gradually stopped fussing, resting her head on her daddy's shoulder.

"There we are, poppet. Let's go get your dummy, shall we?" He cooed, laying Molly in her bassinet. He popped a clean dummy in her mouth, kissing her forehead.

"You stay right here, daddy's going to have a chat with mummy, and then we'll get some lunch."

Molly watched as he walked over to the dresser, popping a tape in the tape player. He smiled at Molly before leaving the room, shutting the door.

Molly sucked on her dummy, shutting her eyes. She was so sleepy lately, but couldn't figure out why.

The door opened about 10 minutes later, and Molly opened her eyes to see Moriarty looking down at her, bottle in hand.

"Did you go night night again? Is my baby girl having trouble to stay awake?" He cooed, scooping Molly up and carrying her to the rocking chair. He removed her dummy and placed the bottle's nipple to her lips, which she latched on to.

"After you eat, we're gonna get to see your brother." Moriarty said, smiling at molly. She blinked sleepily as she drank her bottle.

When the bottle was empty, Moriarty burped her, and carried her into Sherlock's nursery. The boy was laying on a playmat on the floor, batting at some dangly toys overhead.

"Hey bubba, are you having so much fun?" Moriarty cooed, laying Molly down beside him. He walked over to Sherlock and scooped him up, laying his down on the changing table. "Did you mess your nappy when I wasn't looking? Why didn't you let me know?" Moriarty scolded jokingly. He quickly changed Sherlock and taped a clean nappy to his waist, leaving to wash his hands.

When Moriarty returned, he changed Sherlock into a long sleeve onesie and put cosy socks on his feet.

"You and molly can play, and daddy will be right here if you need anything." Moriarty said, laying Sherlock down on his playmat.

Molly tried rolling onto her side, but was too weak to move. She began to cry, upset.

"What's the matter, poppet?" Moriarty cooed, scooping Molly up. He held her to his shoulder, cradling the back of her head.

The nursery door opened, and Irene walked in.

"What's the matter with Molly? Is she messy?" She asked, looking at the little girl.

"No, I just changed her. I think she's just fussy." Moriarty said, gently bouncing Molly. He cooed and passed her to Irene, who kissed her temple and patted her bum.

"Maybe mummy can help, huh? Did my baby girl want her mummy?" Irene soothed, holding Molly against her chest.

Molly slowly calmed down, her face streaked with tears. She nuzzled her face into Irene's neck, whimpering.

"Aww, poor little pumpkin. She's so upset." Moriarty cooed, smoothing Molly's hair out.

"It's alright, love, mummy's got you. Nothing to cry about." Irene cooed, kissing Molly's temple. "I'll hold her until she's in a better mood, but see if Sherlock wants to play."

Moriarty scooped up his baby boy, bouncing him gently on his hip. Sherlock giggled behind his dummy, snuggling close to his daddy.

Soon enough, Molly stopped crying and sucked quietly on her dummy. Irene rocked her and kissed her head.

"Is someone feeling better? Why don't we play for a while, hm?" Irene crooned, laying Molly on the playmat beside Sherlock.

Molly fussed, but calmed down what Sherlock smiled at her.

"You're such a good big brother, Lockie." Moriarty praised, ruffling the boy's hair.

"I'm gonna get Molly in the bath before bedtime. Maybe that will help her to fall asleep quicker." Irene said, sitting and watching the babies.

After dinner, Irene carried Molly to the bathroom, setting the baby bath up in the tub. She filled it with warm water and lavender bubbles, laying Molly down in the seat.

"Alright love, let's get you nice and clean." Irene cooed, gently washing Molly. She sang softly as she worked, washing Molly's hair and face.

After Molly was bathed, Irene wrapped her in a soft towel and carried her to the master suite, laying her down on the changing table.

Molly shut her sleepy eyes, sucking on her dummy. Irene placed baby powder and a clean nappy on molly, grabbing a bottle of baby lotion. She took her time carefully moisturizing Molly's arms and legs, then applied a bit on her tummy, shoulders, and feet.

Irene was amazed at how docile Molly was. From a fussy girl who would fight her parents on everything, she was now a fragile infant, who would only cry if she was upset or needed something.

Molly cooed softly, loving the extra attention from her mummy. Irene placed soft light socks on Molly's feet, then a long sleeve onesie with mittens on the end.

Irene scooped Molly up and cradled her to her chest, swaying gently.

"Such a darling baby. You're so good for mummy, yes you are." Irene soothed, rubbing Molly's back. She sat in the rocking chair and rocked slowly, smiling at her baby girl.

Molly was having a good time, quietly snuggling with her mummy. Her head rested on Irene's collarbone, listening to her heartbeat.

Moriarty walked in, cradling Sherlock. He smiled at molly, cooing.

"Lockie just wants to say night night. He's real sleepy." Moriarty said softly. Irene waved at the baby boy, kissing his temple as Moriarty leaned closer.

"Nighty night molly. Daddy loves you." Moriarty cooed, kissing Molly's forehead. He stood and left, taking Sherlock to his nursery.

"Alright baby girl, it's sleepy time. Let's get you in bed." Irene soothed, laying Molly down in her bassinet. Molly whimpered softly, but sucked on her dummy. Her mummy was still here, smoothing her hair back.

Soon, Molly was asleep, and irene left the room, shutting the door.