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The last bit of summer was upon them, before the vestiges of autumn could make their blustery way in with it's rain, and cold and shorter days.
Mycroft usually very much enjoyed the welcoming in of autumn. He enjoyed the chilly weather, enjoyed the fires he was able to make in his home (especially when a certain DI was cuddled up very close). He adored Halloween.
But there was something about his little boys running about outside, having the time or their life that made his heart absolutely soar. Their laughter and giggles and just pure joy did things to Mycroft's heart that he had never quite felt before.
Currently, they were in Mycroft's back garden, his little boys splashing around in both sprinkler and inflatable pool, his other boy, Gregory, lounging after running around with the kids for a good long while, in a sunlounger that matched Mycroft's, enjoying the warm sun on his shirtless, tanned self.
Not too long before Greg decided to have a little break; he had given the boys an iced treat each from the cool box between their loungers. Mycroft didn't especially want his boys to have such sugary treats, but Greg just smiled sweetly, saying that was why it was a treat. They don't have ice cream or ice lollies too terribly often. It was mandatory, really, Greg had convinced, what with such a warm, lovely day.
Of course Mycroft didn't have the heart to say no to summer treats to his boys or beau. And having their treats outside wouldn't make too much of a mess, he surmised.
It did help that his Gregory also surprised him with Feast bars, he will admit.
Just as Greg was reaching into the cool box for a water for Mycroft; their younger son, Jawn, toddles over, hair dripping from the recent spray of the sprinkler.
“Done!” Jawn grins as he's handing the messy Cornetto over to his papa, Mycroft taking it with great caution.
“Are you certain, sweat pea? Half the ice cream is left.”
“Yup. Done, thank you.” Jawn states in a sing song tone once more, bending down and rubbing his sticky hands against the grass in order to get the stickiness off, the only outcome being that grass was sticking to his sticky hands.
He then, however, makes Mycroft's eyebrows spike to his hairline with his next question,
“Can, can I have a, a ice lolly, like Lock's? Pease?”
Mycroft swore that Jawn left out the 'L' in 'Please' on purpose, knowing how utterly adorable it was in order to get his way,
“You just gave me your ice cream. I thought you were done?”
“With ice cream, yeah!” Jawn shrugs so exaggeratedly like it was the most simple thing to comprehend! It was such a cartoon-ish gesture in fact, that Greg barely holds back a laugh.
“Yes, of course, how silly of your old papa,” Mycroft states plainly, Jawn not really catching his tone, he nodding happily in agreement,
“Alright, fine. You may have an ice lolly like Lock's.” Jawn does a little whoop of a cheer as daddy just grins, already reaching into the cool box to fish out Jawn's prized ice lolly.
“Here you are, love, one ice lolly, all for Jawn.” Greg is still grinning as he unwraps the iced treat, Jawn the whole while bouncing on the tips of his toes in excitement, right until he's handed the treat.
“Thank you, daddy, thank you, papa!” He exclaims, skipping back over to Lock to show what he got, Lock nodding in approval.
Jawn being the sweet little boy that he was soon offers a lick to his older brother, Lock taking a lick of the sugary treat as he offers his own, slightly more melted ice lolly to Jawn. Their little doctor beams, gladly accepting the offered treat, taking a lick, soon the boys just holding the treats for one another, licking away at the others, giggling away whenever the sprinkler made its way back to sprinkle over their already wet mops of hair.
“Oh good Lord.” Mycroft merely shakes his head at his boys, taking a quick lick of the melting ice cream that he still held onto before it became too out of control, all the while Greg was laughing heartily at the whole thing.
“Of course our lil' Jawn is going to share,” Greg beams, watching their sons with a grin, “It's nice. That Lock has picked up on Jawn's sharing heaps since he became part of our little family.” His chuckles turn quickly to a wistful sigh at his thought, smiling with such content as he kept his eyes on their giggling boys.
Just as Mycroft was about to reply to his partner's tender observation; Jawn's discarded cone he held starts to drip down his wrist, he quickly going to lick the melted treat before it could make even more of a mess,
“Our boys are terrible for my waist.” He grouses in jest, taking another lick of the gifted cone. His partner leans in towards him and surprising Mycroft, takes a rather big bite of both cone and ice cream, making him shudder the slightest bit at how cold on his teeth that would have been.
“Mine too,” He grins wide, swallowing and taking the rest of the treat from Mycroft before his next thought, “I'm sure us daddies can think of some appropriate activities later when the boys are all tucked in for the night to try and combat such calories.” He waggles his eyebrows, soon finishing off the ice cream in just a couple bites, making his partner pink just slightly at his suggestion, yet grin himself at such a suggestion.
“How will we accomplish such activities? They'll be bouncing off the walls by the time bedtime rolls around.”
“I'll tucker them out, worry not, love.” Greg grins as he surprisingly takes up the elder Holmes hand and kisses Mycroft's knuckles, making him blush lightly at his partner's gesture.
“I'm so glad you're here.” Mycroft genially speaks suddenly, holding Greg's hand to his heart, looking deep into his partner's eyes, trying to pour all his love, all his thought, his very soul into his words.
Greg, his Gregory, seems to pick up on it, such a loving smile blooming across his face.
“I'm so glad to be here, love. Honored, really. To be part of this little family. A loving partner, two wonderful, if mischievous boys,” they both chuckle fondly, “It's more than I could have imagined.”
With that, Greg reaches over, pulling Mycroft slightly over to plant a sure, more than loving kiss upon Mycroft's lips, both sighing at the contact as the elder Holmes wraps his arms around Greg's shoulders, pulling him closer.
They quickly break apart, however, at one little boy's screech of disgust,
“Mycie!! Ewwwww, gross!” Lock cries out, pretending to gag for dramatic effect. Jawn, however, was simply giggling away, thinking it simply funny when his daddies got all kissie and lovey around them.
“I want kissies too!” Jawn keeps giggling, rambling on over, ending up in both daddies laps, giggling and soon yawping with squeals of glee as both papa and daddy pepper their boy with a quick succession of kisses where ever they could reach, making the little boy squirm.
Lock decided that he wanted some of that cuddle pile and quickly, making a beeline toward them, gets the same treatment as he's pulled into their laps, ending in very much the same state with giggling and squeals.
After their little love pile, Greg begins to run around with their boys, right through the sprinklers, splashing in the little pool, roaring playfully as his boys took turns to be twirled around in his arms as the sprinkler splashed around them. The joyful cries and shrieks wonderful music to Mycroft's ears.
Greg did indeed tucker out their boys, as when tea time rolled around after giving the boys a bubble bath; both Lock and Jawn were happily content as their daddies fed them, nearly dozing off into their plates here and there at the table.
By the time the boys had a good few cuddles and kisses and were changed into both nappies and pyjamas; they had regressed slightly more and were nearly asleep.
They were asleep by the time their heads hit their pillows in their cots, taking dummies in their sleep, surely not to wake until the morn.
With soft kisses pressed against sleeping babes brows; the daddies make their way out quietly, nightlight on, door slightly ajar, making their way to their room for the night.
It was when Mycroft closed their door and made sure the monitor was on that he was ambushed by his partner in a searing kiss, pressing Mycroft into the mattress below, straddling his hips as Mycroft hummed out a long moan.
His Gregory did indeed help in burning off those extra calories that night. Just as he said he would.