ihadabadday | The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed

He was lucky with his expertise he was able to find a job relatively quickly in a field he was familiar with. John looked down at his mobile as the alert came through. Christ. It was going to take him at least twenty minutes, if he was lucky, to get to the scene. But, he packed his things into the case and headed out.

He had been in Afghanistan for five years. First as a medic, then a doctor, and finally a hunter. He still was a doctor, but he had been assigned to an elite unit in the desert. Part of him felt a bit odd about all of it. But he didn't quite mind.

He made sure he had everything before he left.

He heard the annoyed voices, before he saw anyone as he entered the room.

"Oi. Who're you?" A man with two days of stubble and mussed black hair asked.

John paused and looked him over before his eyes landed on the gentleman in the suit with salt and pepper hair. There he was. "DI Lestrade? I'm Doctor John Watson, the new Occult Specialist, I just started last month." He gave him a smile, wanting to be nice, but not too friendly. People got jumpy around the occult. He saw it all the time in Afghanistan, and even here in London.

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John smiled. He felt himself pulled into comfort and sleep.

Sherlock was there. The vampire was protecting him, and two of their three children. He knew nothing would happen to them.

He didn't know how long he slept, but he was aware of Sherlock gently shaking him awake.

Sherlock was very gently moving his shoulder to wake him.

"John... John. I can hear the babies on the monitor. They are starting to move around. They will start crying to be fed soon." He looked at his watch. "And William should be home about any time as well. It's time to get up." He was keeping his voice low and soft to gentle John into wakefulness.

John stirred and nodded. "I'm awake." He smiled at his mate and then got up.

He instinctively put a hand on his belly, but flushed when he realized that he wasn't as large as he used to be.

The blonde then headed for the stairs to go up to the twins' room.

Sherlock was about to follow when he heard a car pull up and a door slam. There was what sounded like a stampede to the door (how can one 7 year old be that loud?) And then the door opened and William came running in, his face brightening as soon as he saw his dad.

"Dad! Dad! Where's Papa? I wanna see the babies!"

Sherlock shook his head and smiled. "William, love, you are going to have to learn to be quiet around the house. If they are sleeping-" Well they were crying now, Sherlock heard it on the monitor, and then John's voice a moment later.

"William, we are going to talk about this later. But put your books down and get changed out of your uniform. By then your Papa should be done feeding them and you can see them.

"Okay!" He threw his bookbag down (loud again) and ran off to his room. He was back less than 5 minutes later.

"Now?"

"Alright."

Sherlock led back up the stairs to the master bedroom. He knocked.

"John, are you finished feeding the twins? William wants to meet his brother and sister."

Sherlock waited of course because he'd rather his son not see his Papa breastfeeding. It would just be weird for all involved.

John heard William come in and smiled. How was one seven year old so loud?

He soothed Thomas, whispering to him gently before letting him latch to start nursing once more.

He stroked the little boy's hair, humming softly. Thomas finished nursing and then he went to lay the little boy back down and get his sister.

Elizabeth quite the appetite, for being so small. But that was a good sign. He had just finish nursing Elizabeth when there was Sherlock knocking on the door. He covered himself back up and put Elizabeth over one shoulder.

"I am. Thomas needs to be burped still." He answered as he got up to rub and pat his daughter's back.

Sherlock kneeled down in front of William, his face stern. "Now William, I am being very serious right now. I know you are excited, but they may be sleeping or about to sleep, do you have to stay quiet. You can talk, just whisper. Okay?"

"Alright, Daddy."

"Good boy." He ruffled William's curly hair, which of course brought a snort of protest, then he opened the door, walked in, kissed John, and carefully picked Thomas up, putting a burp cloth on his shoulder to burp him.

"William, meet your siblings. I'm holding Thomas Scott Holmes, he was born first, and your Papa is holding Elizabeth Irene Holmes. She was born second. They are twins, but one was born right before midnight and one right after so technically they have different birthdays."

"That's weird!" William chuckled, and walked over to where John was holding Elizabeth. "Can I... touch her.. or hold her, Papa?"

John got up and nodded. "You can. Sit in the chair." Once William as sitting, he put the little girl in his arms and made sure her head was supported.

"You don't have to whisper all the time, you can talk normally. But no yelling." He told his eldest, "I want them to be able to sleep through a normal day."

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.

John nodded and knelt down in front of William. "She might. It means she feels safe." He said softly.

He reached out and brushed William's curls out of his eyes. "You are their big brother. It's your job to protect them if Daddy and I can't." He said, "Just like Daddy and I, and Grandma and Grandpere protect you."

William looked down at the now sleeping newborn. "Does... she know that I'm her big brother, so... that's why she knows she's safe, Papa?"

His eye went wide at the second part. "B-b-but why would and Daddy not be able to take care of them? I dunno how to do anything.. feed or change nappies or anything else.. I can't take of them, Papa!" There was more than a little edge of fear in his voice.

He leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "I meant at school William. And if you want to learn to change a nappie, Daddy and I can teach you."

John looked over to his mate and smiled at him.

William sputtered a little. "I.. um... well.. I dunno if I really wanna know how to change a nappy, Papa. But I promise I will protect them however I can. "

Sherlock couldn't help but laugh. Thomas was now asleep in his arms, and he came over so William could see his little brother as well.

"They sleep a lot, don't they?"

"You slept a lot when you were this small." Sherlock replied with a grin.

John chuckled. "You did. And you cried and ate a lot too." He teased.

"Daddy will put the twins to bed and I'll go down and help you with your homework." He told his eldest.

"Papa!" He protested, a bit too loud.. Elizabeth whined a bit and wiggled, but she did thankfully settle back down.

Sherlock laid Thomas down in his cot, then gently took Elizabeth from his son's arms. "You two go ahead. I'm gonna stay here and watch them for a moment."

After they left, Sherlock kissed Elizabeth's soft curls and laid her down to bed.

He leaned down on the cots, watching the twins breathe soft and deep. He still couldn't believe his life. He now had three wonderful children, and a husband, all of whom he loved more than life itself.

"I love you two. so very, very much." He whispered, looking at them for another moment before he went out to join his mate and eldest son.

The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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