“Our son learned a new word today,” John said as he put Hamish on the floor beside his chair.
Sherlock looked over from the doorway he had just appeared in. “Oh?”
“Yes. Mycroft dropped by with a case for you. Something about utmost urgency, top clearance and whatnot.”
“Did Hamish call him mummy, mama, or some variation?” Sherlock’s brows rose in hopefulness, making John laugh.
“No, he didn’t, although that would’ve been priceless as well.” He turned towards their son and leaned forward to stroke his hair. “Hamish, tell Daddy what you told Uncle Mycroft earlier.” Hamish looked between them, as if to ask if John were sure he should say it. “Tell Daddy, he’ll like it as much as Papa.”
Hamish smiled his endearing smile and looked up at Sherlock with dark blue eyes. “Idiot.”