Moriarty's Babies

Part 17

Late in the night, Molly began to cry. Her dummy fell from her mouth as she wailed, upset.

Irene sat up, half asleep and rushed to her bassinet, scooping Molly up.

"Shh, poppet, you'll wake daddy and Sherlock." Irene cooed, cradling Molly. She patted her nappy and tutted. "Is this all that upsetting you, baby? Mummy will fix it."

Irene set Molly down and changed her nappy, but this did not put a stop to the girls crying.

"What's the matter?" Moriarty asked yawning, going to Irene's side.

"Molly won't settle down. I'm not sure what else is wrong." Irene whispered, gently patting Molly's back.

Moriarty gently took molly into his arms, cradling her to his chest.

"There there, poppet, you're alright. daddy's got you." Moriarty soothed, kissing mollys head.

Molly buried her face in his neck, still weeping uncontrollably. Moriarty sat in the rocking chair, slowly rocking. He held Molly ever closer, rubbing her back in soothing circles.

"I'll get a bottle. Maybe she just needs something warm for her tummy." Irene said, leaving the room.

Moriarty held Molly just in front of him, studying her face. Her cheeks were pink and wet, and she hadn't calmed down in the slightest.

"Baby girl, why are you so sad? You're okay." Moriarty cooed, kissing Molly's forehead.

Irene returned with a small bottle, handing it to Moriarty. He held it to Molly's lips, and she latched on, slowly drinking the milk.

Molly finally began to calm down, quietly nursing the bottle. Irene and Moriarty smiled at each other, relieved that Molly was okay.

"See, poppet? Mummy and daddy are right here, and we're not going anywhere." Irene soothed, smoothing Molly's hair out.

Molly's eyes drooped as she finished her bottle, leaning close to Moriarty.

"Let's get you back to bed, baby girl." The criminal said, standing and laying Molly back down in her bassinet. He took the empty bottle and quickly replaced it with Molly's dummy. He kissed her forehead again, as did Irene, and they slowly got themselves back to bed.

The next morning, Molly was up early. She couldn't do anything on her own, so she just laid in wait for her mummy and daddy to wake up.

Irene was up first, and smiled down at molly from the foot of her bassinet.

"Good morning, baby girl. Did you sleep alright?" She cooed, scooping Molly up. The girl, having lost her strength after all this time, lay against Irene's chest, head draped on her shoulder. Irene patted Molly's bum and tutted.

"Let mummy change you, then we'll see about a bottle." Irene said, laying Molly down on the change table.

Molly whimpered, but did nothing to fight as her mummy wiped her bum, sprinkling her with talcum powder before taping a clean nappy on her waist.

Irene stepped away to wash her hands, and returned to dress Molly in a long sleeve onesie with mittens attached.

Irene smiled and carried molly down to the living room, buckling her into her swing.

"Stay there, love. Mummy will go get you a baba." Irene cooed, walking into the kitchen. A few minutes later, Moriarty walked in with Sherlock, buckling him into his swing.

"Morning poppet." Moriarty said, leaning down to kiss mollys forehead. The girl squealed happily, reaching her arms out to him.

Irene returned with two bottles, handing one to Moriarty.

"There's that for baby bubba." She said, picking Molly up and carrying her to the couch. She placed the bottle to mollys mouth, and the girl latched on instinctively.

Irene hummed as she fed Molly, and Moriarty joined her on the couch to feed Sherlock. Today would be the first of many quiet days with just the four of them. Now that the babies were so little, it really wouldn't be difficult to keep them entertained.

After the babies were fed, they were put back in their swings, then they would have a nap in an hour.