William climbed up into the chair and put his arms where his Papa told him, while Sherlock cleaned Thomas up and watched, with a warm smile. Their eldest son was just wonderful.

"She's so tiny." He said, in a very soft voice, almost a whisper. He held her tightly protectively against his body, supporting her head like Papa showed him.

Elizabeth yawned and wiggled a little in William's arms, then settled in and closed her eyes.

"Is.. she going to sleep here, with me holding her?" He asked, his eyes wide.