Sherlock Imagines

Christmas with the Moran-Moriarty household (CTH Xmas Special)

Some cheesy, tooth-rotting, Christmas fluff, going back to the 'Close To Heart' pieces. Geez, might need to start a bloody mini-series about this. What is this? Three chapters, and I'm working on the actual part three? Well, enjoy one cheesy Christmas with these two sweet-hearts! CarlsDaPrincess See? Fixes the problem, just insert mum instead of Seb. Jkjk
You still saw Mrs. Hudson at least once a week, Sherlock and John, more. They had a little adopted boy, now. Hamish. He was around your age with actual Holmes blood in him (its a really long story. One involving Janine), and you enjoyed hanging out with the young child, but today was not a day for that. Today, was a day for presents and cheer. To spend with your Daddy and his now fiancé, Sebastian Moran. It'd been a few months since the long-dragged out adoption/no adoption thing, and your family was glad it was finally over. Racing down the hall, careful not to trip on anything, you began shouting Christmas limericks and songs.
"FATHER CHRISTMAS, DID YOU MISS US? WILL WE TRUST THIS FATHER CHRISTMAS?" And then, "WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS, WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS!" All the way into their bedroom, where you instantly jumped onto the soft mattress, your dad already out of bed and ready to race you to the tree, but laughing as Sebastian groaned awake.
"Already? It's..." he lifted the clock into his fuzzy line of sight, groaning even more when he saw the time.
"2 am!?" Both you and your father laughed at his reluctance, you starting to bounce on the bed. Since he'd moved in about two years ago, he'd always felt like much more of an intruder than part of the family. Not only that, but he'd never experienced the coveted, year-round talked about 'Moriarty Family Christmas'.
"C'mon, c'mon, its Christmas!" You repeated like a broken record until your dad started chanting along with you, also bouncing (albeit on his knees) on the covered mattress. He simply covered his head underneath the black comforter. Both of you stopped, looking very disappointed. An idea struck like lightning, and  with a secretive smile, you began worming your way into Sebastian's arms, curling up beside him as you pulled down the comforter so you could breathe. Already slightly shocked, Sebastian looked to Jim for what to do, who simply shrugged in return. Not getting any advice, he let his head fall back into its original comfortable position to sleep in.
"Alright Papa, we'll wait a bit." You agreed with disappointment filling your once excited voice. His eyes shot open, looking down at you, this tiny child who'd been calling him Seb, Sebby, or Sebastian since he got here. Your father had figured out your play, but was still a bit shocked at the change of name, and the almost sincere tone. Sebastian was at a loss for what
to do. Nearly three years of trying to get you to call him 'Papa' or anything that would reference him as someone important in your life, someone you held an ounce of sentiment to. That little piece that was supposed to make him feel like less of a stranger, and more of a parent to you. And here it was. When he'd disappointed you fully and completely, and damn, did he feel terrible about it...
"Uh, know what, actually..?" He lifted the comforter out of his way so he could get up, "It's Christmas. Wouldn't want F. C. to take back his gifts, would we?" Leaping up in utter excitement, your father not far behind, you once again began sprinting down the halls towards the giant black-silver-and red tree, decorated with a skull on top, and too many ornaments made from weapons to count. He sat up in the bed, still considering thus far's events, and wondering why he still felt foreign. Sebastian forced himself to stretch out before following the two children in his life down the hallway. When he got there, Jim had you hanging upside-down, swinging you like a clock.
"I am victorious! Now pay the price for challenging me!" And with that he swung you onto the pillow-stacked couch, something he had done last night in preparation for this moment. You laughed from the stack of pillows, Sebastian smiling at the small moment of tradition between the two of you. Sebastian had been preparing for this day since he returned from visiting family in America over Thanksgiving. He wanted to become a part of the holiday, it was his ultimate sign of being part of the family, during this first Christmas, without trudging all over the six-years worth of traditions built up between you and Jim. He'd always taken you and your sister over the holidays (sometimes just you, in fact), and Sebastian didn't want to ruin that.
Actually, he was downright terrified that his presence might just do it.
"Daddy! Daddy!" You forced yourself from the mounds of pillows, "Know what we need?" Your excited eyes flickered with festive spirit as he pulled you up, ready to answer.
"COCOA!" The moment he set your feet on the ground, you were in the kitchen, where thee mugs of hot chocolate sat waiting. Taking your usual rudolf cup from the counter, you squealed happily at its mini marshmallows, and the still-warm cup. Sebastian followed him in only moments later, a bit astounded to find warm cocoa, all ready to-go. Jim handed him the green-elf mug you'd picked out, picking up his Santa one. He scooped you up, bringing you back to the lounge where the glittering tree was, setting both yours and his mugs on the coffee table. The blonde giant stood silently in the kitchen while the two most important people in his life went to open presents, just considering if he'd ever feel normal here.
"Go on, you know the drill." He encouraged. You bounded off his lap, and into the piles of presents, quickly choosing one with mainly f/c wrapping paper, but had little pictures of reindeer on it. Hopping back into Jim's lap just as Sebastian sat on the sofa, pulling his arm around Jim's shoulders. You carefully undid the wrapping paper, not letting a bit of it rip. Sliding the small box out gingerly, and moved the paper cautiously aside. Sebastian was a bit confused by all of this, wondering what six year old doesn't just go berserk on the wrapping paper. You smiled brightly at the advanced chemistry set, your dad chuckling as you began bouncing. Sebastian smiled at your excitement, secretly praising Jim's utter talent at this Christmas stuff.
"I'm taking that as an 'I LOVE IT, DADDY!'?" Your head nodded furiously, you already planning the long list of experiments you could do. The morning continued on with you and your dad carefully unwrapping each one, Sebastian attempting to copy you, but failing miserably, until you both said he didn't have to compete in the 'who can rip the least percentage of their presents' wrapping' contest. A comment on how he should've known you two had something like that going on as he tore through some plain silver wrapping. He semi-wished he had the skill the two of you had, it was a tradition, after all, and he was missing it completely. All of that, until there was only one present left. Sebastian was tired, his yawns becoming like assault rifle shots; only a split second in between. You quickly set it in his lap, it's paper a little crooked, and Jim eyeing it oddly. This wasn't one of the presents he'd helped you get together for Sebastian. Actually, he didn't even recognize the colourful Christmas paper on it. Yet, you had to bite your lip to contain your excitement. Being a bit slower, and more cautious despite his sleepy state, he began peeling back the paper. If someone had taken a picture right at that moment, anyone who saw it wouldn't believe it actually happened. The 6'4" Goliath of a man, who you could see the pure strength in's arms and other limbs, even through his loose tee shirt, had tears lining his hard blue eyes. His shock didn't dissolve or disperse any through his utter joy. You smiled bright and proud, while both grown men seemed to be in a state of total and completely surprise, and happiness. Sitting in Sebastian's lap was one of the few photographs of only him and you, sitting atop one of those 'FAMILY' photo frames, which contained one of the first family photos that happened because; 'Jim/Daddy said so'.
And for once in the two-years-seven-months-seventeen-days he'd been living at the Moriarty estate, he actually felt like he belonged.