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Greg didn't think he'd be hearing so soon from his little boy, just having tucked him in a couple hours previous.
He had been curled up with his partner, both reading peacefully together, enjoying the quiet as their younger little was snoozing away.
But between a kiss that he was placing on Mycroft's lips; there began the sounds of soft sniffling over the baby monitor that quickly turned into full blown cries, the pair breaking apart quickly at the sudden change.
“I'll see to him.” Greg smiles before pecking his partner's lips, standing with a small groan, giving his back a quick little stretch.
Mycroft catches his hand before he takes his leave, giving his palm a quick kiss,
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. You're comfy, your week's been tough. I'll go see what's up with our baby.”
“Thank you, dear.” He smiles sweetly, letting go of Greg's hand, making himself comfy once more.
Greg finds his way up the stairs, hearing Jawn's cries right at the top, growing in volume as he makes his way down the hallway and soon, pushes open the already cracked door to find his crying son hanging onto the cot's bars.
“What's all this then?” Greg says with a grin, wanting his little boy to maybe smile, even if just a small one. But it was of no luck, as his little Jawn notices him quickly, his crying stopping for the briefest second before he starts anew, crying a little harder, arms reaching far out for his caregiver. To the point Greg was worried he'd fall right out of his cot.
He trots over, swiftly (and carefully) unlatches the bars to bring them down, right away leaning down to take hold of the tot, lifting him high up to place securely on his hip. Jawn wraps his legs and arms around his daddy, immediately nuzzling right into Greg's neck, letting out a soft sob.
“It's alright, sweet pea, it's okay. You're fine, you're safe,” He coos softly in the boy's hair, rocking him gently as he pats his padded bum soothingly (simultaneously subtly checking if he was wet), just holding him securely for a good little while as Jawn continues on in his crying,
“Let's go see papa, yeah? Wanna see papa?” He murmurs, his little boy nodding in agreement, big fat tears still running down his ruddy cheeks continuously.
So Greg makes his way out the boys room, down the hall, very carefully down the stairs with his little Jawn still securely wrapped around him, and as quick as he can, goes to the lounge where his partner still sat in their more than soft sofa.
Mycroft's eyes are on the pair right as they enter, he cooing in sympathy right away as Greg reaches him, he in turn reaching for their son in order to see what was the matter.
“Oh, my baby boy. Whatever has gotten my pumpkin so distressed?” He says with such softness as Jawn settles into his lap sideways, burrowing deeply into the jumper that his papa wore, almost instantaneously becoming soaked with tears as papa cocooned him securely in his arms, immediately rocking him softly.
“S-Scare.” He says with a watery breath after a few long moments of Mycroft rocking and coddling, Greg a titch amazed that he hadn't gone non-verbal yet, usually doing so in this kind of state.
“Did you have a nightmare, lovey? Is that what happened?” Mycroft asks, getting a nod in answer and another soft sob, Mycroft pressing a kiss against Jawn's forehead, lingering for a long second, wanting to just pour all his love in that single touch.
“Our poor baby.” Greg coos, rubbing Jawn's back gently as Mycroft still rocks him.
The silence goes on as they console their little boy with loving coos and kisses, along with words of safety and love, and the like, the only sound other than their words of comfort being Jawn's sniffles and small sobs that drifted out here and there.
“What was the nightmare about, sweetie?” Greg asks gently after some time, after Jawn has calmed down, making sure to place a loving kiss against Jawn's temple after he did so.
“I-I a-alone,” He starts with a small stutter, sniffling as he did so, “'Lock gone.” He whimpers with absolute heartbreak, tears still rolling down his flushed cheeks.
“Oh, baby.” Both dads coo, positively enveloping their son from all sides, murmuring love and reassurances with many kisses, their boy letting out a long sigh and sniffle, burrowing deeply into the safe cocoon his daddies had made around him of themselves.
“Sherlock's safe, honey,” Greg lovingly says, placing another kiss on his temple, “He's with Dimmock, remember? There was that bank robbery up north. They solved it yesterday, he should be back by tomorrow, love.”
Jawn merely shakes his head, burrowing further into his papa's shoulder, another soft sob escaping as he clutches on a titch tighter.
“Would you like to call 'Lock, dear heart? I'm sure he's very bored in his hotel room and would love to hear from you.” Mycroft murmurs his idea gently, running a hand through Jawn's short hair.
This makes Jawn spring up from his papa's chest, eyes wide with hope.
“'Lock? Call?”
“Yes, love bug,” Greg grins, placing a kiss on his cheek, “We can call Sherlock.”
“Yes! Yes! Pease?!” He bounces slightly on Mycroft's lap in excitement, both daddies grinning at their boy.
“Such lovely manners.” Mycroft smiles, pecking Jawn's temple, Jawn preening at the praise.
Papa takes up his mobile on the side table besides the sofa, unlocking and scrolling, finding Sherlock's number, quickly hitting the 'call' button and switching it to speaker phone.
After two rings, Sherlock is answering in a clear voice,
“Evening, brother mine.” He answers, sounding slightly bored.
“'Lock, 'Lock!” Jawn cheers with a watery smile, automatically reaching for the phone.
“Ah, ah.” Mycroft gently chides, smacking a kiss on his cheek.
“Jawn? Is he all right?”
“He's fine, just had a bit of a nightmare. Wanted to call.” Greg pipes in, giving Jawn another kiss on his already kissed cheek, making the boy giggle, scrunching into his neck with a happy wiggle, which made Greg's heart swell with love at hearing that giggle after all the tears.
“Would you be amendable to face time with us?” The elder Holmes brother asks as Jawn cuddles in further, trying once more to take the phone.
“Yes, of course! Put my Jawn on.”
The daddies share a sweet smile with one another over the 'my Jawn', quickly switching over to face time, a smiling Sherlock greeting them when it's set up.
“'Lock!” Jawn cheers, clapping his hands happily, only a couple tears remaining.
Sherlock grins lovingly, waving at his baby brother,
“Hello, baby brother mine.”
“Hullo, Lock!” He happily greets again with a soft giggle, snuggling into his papa, reaching for the phone once more, his daddy intercepting the hand and giving his knuckles a loud kiss, making Jawn grin happily.
“Papa and daddy said you had a nightmare, hmm?” His gentle tone soothes, Jawn letting out a little sniff at the reminder.
“Yah huh,” His voice wobbles just that slightest bit, burrowing into his papa's chest again, “I alone.” He ends on one last sniff, both daddies giving him kisses to comfort.
“That must have been so scary, waking up alone after your nightmare,” Sherlock consoles, Jawn nodding in agreement,
“I'm so sorry, sweetheart. But remember, I always come back to you. Always.”
“Yeah.” Jawn sniffs, nodding once more.
“And I'll be back tomorrow evening. I'll be back soon to give you all the love and hugs and kisses you can stand.”
Jawn smiles a great teary smile, answering in a soft voice, “Okay.”
They continue with talking, Sherlock making Jawn feel better. To the point he was making the boy giggle and coo and just all around happy.
Soon enough, Jawn was yawning big, to the point his jaw cracked, snuggling into his daddies, Sherlock giving him a fond smile.
“I think a tired bunny needs to go back to sleep.” Sherlock rumbles softly, Jawn whining softly, shaking his head 'no'.
“I think you may be right, brother mine.” Mycroft concurs, their Jawn grunting his displeasure.
“Think of it this way, lovey,” Greg begins to add, hand running lovingly through his son's blonde locks, “The sooner you go back to sleep, the sooner you'll be able to see Lock.”
Jawn contemplates this suggestion with the tip of his thumb in his mouth, soon enough nodding his agreement, if just a titch reluctantly.
“That's my good boy.” Greg praises, Jawn's cheeks flushing softly at the praise.
“I love you, Jawn.” Sherlock expresses softly, a matching soft smile in place, Jawn smiling back with a deeper flush.
“Love you too, Lock.”
“I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.”
“Safe travels, love.” Greg adds.
“Yes, be safe, Sherlock. We'll see you tomorrow.” Mycroft smiles, placing a peck on Jawn's crown, the little doing a happy little wiggle.
After a few more goodbyes and good nights and 'I love yous' and to sleep well; they end the call, all attention returning to their boy.
“Did that help?” Mycroft softly asks their Jawn, his thumb now fully in his mouth.
He nods against his papa's shoulder, smiling almost shyly behind his thumb.
“I'm so glad.” Papa murmurs, another kiss being placed, another happy wiggle coming from the little.
“How about we get you a nice warm bottle of yummy milk, hmm? Does that sound nice?” Daddy asks, Jawn nodding in agreement once more, cuddling further into papa, giving a couple good little sucks to his thumb.
So that's what Greg does.
In the kitchen, he warms up the milk in a pan on the hob, adding a little honey and just a touch of vanilla. Once it's all poured into Jawn's bottle, he makes his way back to his boys, ending up taking Jawn into his lap as Mycroft's legs were starting to fall asleep.
Jawn readily takes the nipple into his mouth, sighing as he begins to suckle, the warmth from the milk warming him from the inside out. He curls further into his daddy, hands taking hold of Greg's arm, hand running up and down softly, feeling the texture of his arm hair as his big deep blue eyes watch his daddy with such love.
Daddy gently rocks him as he eats, softly patting his bum soothingly, smiling down at their baby.
Meanwhile, papa has taken Jawn's feet into his lap, giving them a gentle massage to further calm and sooth their boy after such a tough little while. Jawn hums happily at the care and love that his doting fathers were giving him.
Once his bottle was finished; he's having trouble keeping his eyes open, head lulling towards his daddy's chest, jerking back when it's just about to hit.
Without words, papa stands, taking the dozing baby from daddy's lap, hands securely under Jawn's bum as he makes his way towards the stairs, carefully up them, and soon into the boys room, laying Jawn gently down on the changing table.
Daddy is right behind, going to Jawn's side, caressing hair and cheeks, gently offering a dummy. The little takes it happily, sighing as he takes those first few sucks.
Papa changes him with care as daddy showers him with love and praise and pecks here and there as he dozes. He whines once, shivering at the cold wipe, papa cooing softly,
“It's alright, baby boy. You're doing such a good job, love, almost done.”
Soon enough, Jawn's taped up in a thick nappy, snuggly pyjama bottoms pulled back up along with some new fuzzy socks being pulled on, the previous pair disappearing within his bedclothes as they usually did.
“I have a thought,” Papa says as the second sock swiftly goes on, “How about Jawn joins us in our bed for the night? Would you like that, sweet pea?”
Greg grins at his partner, the suggestion both tickling him and making him feel so warm in his heart that he and the boys were the only ones to get to see him be so soft.
Jawn momentarily seems wide awake, nodding enthusiastically, a gleeful “Nhh!” sounding behind his dummy, making both daddies grin.
“Come on then, bud. Up we get.” Daddy picks him up from the changing table, placing him on his hip, Jawn snuggling into daddy's neck for the short journey to their bedroom.
Daddy rocks him for a few moments while papa trails behind them, Jawn's blankie in hand.
He soon spreads it out on their bed, daddy placing him on the blanket gently, both daddies swaddling him with care, the little boy feeling safe, and warm, and most of all loved in his little cocoon.
His daddies quickly change for bed, laying down on either side of Jawn, both cuddling him, murmuring words of love and care with loving kisses thrown in, Jawn dozing deeper and deeper, the sucking of his dummy growing slower and slower, feeling even younger than he did when papa changed him.
Eyelids so heavy, he finally succumbs to dreamland, the whispers of love from his daddies following him into his sleep, feeling warm and safe and cared for, feeling beyond loved by his daddies and his 'Lock.