Molly Hooper was in the middle of attempting to tame her son’s unruly curls when the knock at her door sounded. Will looked up at his mum with wide eyes, excitement clear.
She replaced the brush; no way, she was finishing that tonight, “I wonder who that could be?”
“Sherlock!”
The youngster charged out of the bathroom in his superhero pyjamas and threw open the door, attack-hugging the tall detective ebfore he could even utter a word. He managed to wriggle an arm free to pat the boy on the head.
“Will. I suppose you want to hear about the case?”
“Uh-huh!” Will declared happily as he was hauled into Sherlock’s arms, his hair tenderly brushed aside beside his favourite person. He giggled, “I’ve been practicing how to deduction and I think I can help you now!”
Pride flashed across Sherlock’s face for a brief moment before he nodded, sitting the two of them on the sofa, “brilliant. You must take after your father...” Molly chose this moment to return to the living room, raising her eyebrow as Sherlock turned his smirk on her, “whomever he may be.”
“A git,” she responded with a shrug.
“A handsome git,” he winked at Will, ruffling his hair fondly.
Molly chuckled, switching on the kettle, “an arrogant git.”
“All of those things,” he muttered, looking at the boy in his lap, “he has to be.”
Silence took hold and for a brief moment, Will just looked between his mum and Sherlock, before he rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.
“For God’s sake, Sherlock, I KNOW you’re my dad!”
Sherlock almost dropped his son as he stood and Molly very nearly broke every cup in her cupboard. Once safely on the ground, Will skipped happily to the fridge.
“What’s for dinner, anyway?”
tweaked a lot from my original (x)