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The day was rainy and cloudy and just absolutely mucky. The kind of day where you didn't want to do much of anything except curl up, make tea, and read a good book.
But such wasn't the plan for a government official and detective inspector. No, no, for they had two little boys on their hands.
Their boys did go out and play in the puddles and rain for a little while that afternoon, but as the day went on; so did the rain where it got heavier and it got colder, so in their boys came (a certain little detective having just a titch of a strop, saying that sort of rain made the best puddles, ((to which their little doctor almost joined in on the strop, thinking Lock had good points)) he only being appeased when papa said wouldn't he like to see how the puddles differentiated tomorrow instead, Lock thinking it a rather good idea, never having done so before).
Both had been more than protected from the mud and rain, merely needing to be changed into fresh pull ups with warm jumpers and joggers (Lock insisting he and Jawn be matching in their tie dye bottoms, both being more than adorable).
With that done, Greg had made them both sippy cups of warm milk, both littles cuddling with both papa and daddy as they suckled away, filling their tummies with warmth. With that and the background noise of the rhythmic pitter patter of rain and soundtrack of papa's dulcet tone as he told a story was the perfect combo to send them off to dreamland for a little nap, all cuddled up with their daddies.
When their boys woke up though; the weather had gotten even worse. Deep, dark clouds thickened, wind near howling with the low rumble of thunder off in the distance.
Lock very much enjoyed it, knowing all about rain storms and thunder, eyes glued to the window, hoping to see a bit of lightening.
Jawn was very much the opposite.
Sure, he enjoyed the occasional storm when he was an adult, but when little; he was absolutely frightened, what with the rumbling all around and whistling of wind and rattling of trees sounding very much monster like.
Jawn ended up clinging to his daddy like a monkey to a tree, Greg shushing and cooing and gently murmuring that it was just a rain storm, not a monster (or monsters, Lock helpfully added) they were all very safe inside.
With tea time nearing, Greg decided they needed a distraction while he started on said tea time.
He felt he had the perfect thing.
The craft box. The perfect rainy day activity for his boys to fiddle with at the kitchen table while he got to cooking.
It had been added to here and there over the past few years, Lock liking his colouring and colourforms (sometimes things with glue), and the like. Then the box got a bit more so added to when John joined their family this past year.
Their little Jawn adored the craft box.
He loved creating, and colouring, and painting, and getting messy. He loved he was able to do so with his daddies and brother, loved when they all joined in and did something together.
It made papa and daddy so happy that it made Jawn so happy.
It was the perfect thing to distract Jawn from the weather and entertain Lock while he was cooking and while Mycroft took a couple calls in his office.
He loved hearing his boys babble to one another, giggling away at their colouring as he put together a simple soup and put some homemade dough in the oven for fresh bread (having mixed it all up that morning, knowing it would be a rainy day).
After a while, his boys are slightly quiet. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Lock coloring away while Jawn was hunched over the table, concentrating on something.
“What are you making there, spud?” Greg asks as he moves besides Jawn, wrapping his arm around his shoulders with Jawn immediately leaning in, head nuzzling into his stomach.
“Bracelets!” He excitedly exclaims, very carefully tying the stretchy string full of colourful pink plastic beads, clacking together in his movement of putting it together.
“Bracelets?” asks again, grinning down at his creative boy, “For who, love?”
“Family.” He simply states, with the utmost care, placing the finished jewelry onto the table.
“Family?” Greg's grin widens, placing a peck in Jawn's hair.
Jawn nods enthusiastically, head zipping up quick when hearing the footsteps of his papa coming into the kitchen.
“Papa! Made you somethin'!” He exclaims, bouncing in his seat.
“You did?” He smiles, stopping by Lock for a little cuddle, placing a kiss in his curls before moving over by Jawn.
“Bracelet!” He excitedly proclaims, shaking the handmade trinket happily.
“A bracelet? For me?” He says, delighted at his son's surprise.
Jawn nods once more, more than excited as he picks up the pink beaded bracelet.
“Pink for papa.” he grins, sliding the plastic beaded bracelet over Mycroft's hand to lay on his delicate wrist, the older Holmes giving his baby a besotted smile.
“Thank you, darling. I absolutely love it.” He kisses his crown, his temple, quickly giving him a big 'mwah'! of a kiss to his cheek, making the little giggle.
“Why pink, baby?” Greg asks, curiosity getting the best of him.
“Goes with papa's hair.”
“His hair, does it?” Greg smiles wide.
“Yah huh! Ginger! Like Ariel!”
Greg absolutely grins,
“He is rather fetching in his bathers, I will say.” He teases, the elder Holmes kicking his bum playfully behind the little's chair with his socked foot as he pecks Jawn's crown once more.
“What about the purple one, darling?” Mycroft asks before moving over to the fridge in order to grab ingredients for a salad to go with tea time.
Jawn goes a little bit shy, smiling, looking to Lock across the table.
“For Locky.” at this, Lock gasps, looking rather excited.
“Me?” He's bouncing right in his seat, grinning as John slips the bracelet over his hand like he did Mycroft.
“Look good in purple.”
“I do!” Lock agrees, preening like a peacock at Jawn's compliment, Greg having to keep in a laugh. Lock leans over the table, giving a smacking kiss to Jawn's nose, making the little doctor giggle,
“Thank you! I love it!” He looks on the simple bracelet in awe in all it's purples, looking rather pleased at such a wondrous gift.
“The blue one?” Mycroft prompts as he sits by his brother (with Lock showing off his bracelet to him, making Mycroft laugh softly and 'ooo' and 'awe'), seeing his son was thoroughly enjoying gifting out his handmade gifts.
“For daddy!”
“For me?!” Greg gasps exaggeratedly, making his little doctor giggle.
“Yeah! For daddy!” he giggles more as his daddy gives him a tight hug, kissing in quick succession on his cheek and around his neck, making the little screech in glee.
Jawn puts the bracelet on his daddy's wrist right as Greg lets go, he giving Jawn another big kiss on his cheek.
“This is wonderful! Thank you, baby.” Jawn positively preens, doing a happy little wiggle in his seat.
“Why blue, lovey?” Mycroft asks, looking to already know why.
“Goes with daddy's eyes.” He hums, going on to chew his fingers.
“My eyes, huh?”
“Papa says so all the time when dressing you.”
“Does he now?” He looks over to Mycroft, finding a little smirk alight on his partners face.
“Yeah huh!” Jawn replies, oblivious to the looks his daddies were giving one another.
“He must know best, then, yeah?”
“Yup.”
Greg can't help himself and blows a raspberry right against Jawn's neck, making him squeal once more, shrinking into his neck before moving back over to the soup to give it a stir and take out the bread.
While this was all going on; Mycroft notices that his other little boy had gone suspiciously quiet.
Looking over, he sees Lock hunched over the table, concentrating rather hard.
“What are you up to, my little hooligan?” Mycroft playfully questions, fingers tickling Lock's side, making the little giggle, batting away his brother's hand playfully.
“Nothin'!” He sing songs quietly, head swaying as if he were listening to a song no one else could hear.
“I don't believe that for one second.” Greg teases himself, knowing their little consulting detective could be the utmost quiet, yet causing some type of chaos bigger than Mycroft's grounds.
“Making a bracelet for Jawn!” He decides to come clean, now that he was nearly done.
“For me?!” Now it was Jawn's turn to be surprised, excitedly leaning over the table to see what Lock was working on, papa having to gently get him back in his seat when he was near falling out.
“Yesss,” He hisses, being silly as he places the last bead on the stretchy string, “Daddy? Can you tie it? Please?” He asks, giving him puppy dog eyes and all.
“'Course I can, love. Here, how 'bout I tie it right on Jawn's wrist so it fits just right?”
“Yes please.” He sweetly replies, handing over the beaded string with all it's lovely greens.
He ties it carefully to his boy's wrist, Jawn looking in awe at the little plastic beads that formed such a lovely bracelet.
“So prettyyy,” He murmurs to himself, cheeks slightly pink, “Thank you, Locky.”
Lock hums, flushing lightly himself.
“Didn't want you to be left out.” Lock adds after a moment, cheeks going just a titch darker pink, yet looking rather pleased with himself.
“That is so very sweet of you.” Mycroft coos, hugging Lock to his side, feeling like a proud papa, the little detective hiding his face for a moment in his Mycie's chest.
“As a member of our new bracelet gang,” Greg jokes, Mycroft cocking his eyebrow at him, “How 'bout we start clearing the table? Supper's just about done, boys.”
“Okay!” Lock and Jawn exclaim in unison, clearing the table in record time, both helping set up the table with place mats (both giggling as they tried to set one of their cartoon place mats in Mycroft's spot, being caught by the elder Holmes, giving both raspberries to their necks for such trickery, both exploding with giggles) as Greg put the final touches to the soup, dishing out both Jawn and Lock's bowls to cool slightly as he sliced the bread.
Both boys ate mostly independently, Jawn needing a little help here and there, Greg gladly helping his little boy in feeding him a spoonful when needed.
The sound of everyone's bracelets clinking and clicking here and there against either the table or dishes makes Jawn smile grow just a little more.
He catches glimpses of the bracelet Lock made him as he eats, the thought of they all having one made him so happy and happier still that they were all sharing a dinner as a family.
His heart felt so very warm that night despite the weather outside.