Sherlock: One Shots & Headcanons

Myparentstrade: One Shot

      I'm calling this a headshot, because it's not quite a oneshot and not quite headcanon. Just trying something new.

  "Who's a cute baby boy? You are! Who's going to be smarter then Mycroft? You are! Who's going to solve crimes with me later? You!" 

   "Our son is not solving crimes with you!" Mycroft yelled. 

   DI Greg Lestrade and his husband, Mycroft Holmes, weren't concerned about their baby. They were more concerned that they didn't need their eyes checked. Sherlock, the self-proclaimed high-functioning sociopath, was bouncing the child on his knee with a huge grin on his face.

   "Is he high?" Lestrade whispered. 

   "No, he's furious when he's high. He'd never come to my house," Mycroft whispered back, gripping his black umberella tightly.

    "My house?"

    "Our house." Mycroft corrected, an irritated smile spreading across his face. It faded away the second he turned his head to look back at his younger brother. 

    Sherlock was now tickling the child's belly. The air filled with James Michael Holmes-Lestrade's infant laughter and Sherlock's huge, genuine smile.

     "Sherlock likes babies. He wouldn't stop playing with Casey," John answered, walking down the stairs. James had thrown up on him, so John had to shower and change clothes. At any rate, Casey was his and Mary's baby. She had Mary's brown hair, and John's eyes. 

     "He does?" Lestrade asked, surprised. Mycroft rolled his eyes, even though he thought it was adorable and he hadn't seen Sherlock's human side for a while. 

       "Yeah, he's even willing to babysit for us. Surprisingly, he hasn't experiemented on her," John replied, glancing at a laughing Sherlock.

       "Really?" Said the silver-haired Inspector. 

        "My brother always liked babies. Though he never shows it," Mycroft said.

     Lestrade slipped out his iPhone and proceeded to video Sherlock and James who were now playing Peek-A-Boo. That was his hobby, videoing events and Sherlock doing un-Sherlock Holmes-like things, like when he was high or whenever he sulked when Mrs. Hudson took the skull away.

    "Peek-A-Boo! I see you!" Sherlock held one of James' tiny hands in his own large ones, then he'd cover James' chubby face with them. James would giggle when Sherlock pulled the four hands away from his face.