ironnman: idbelostwithoutmyblogger: THEY’RE SMILING AT THEIR CHILD CANNOT UNSEE LOOK AT THEIR PROUD PATERNAL FACES #Father, Dad… #I just wanted to tell you that I got an A* in that Chemistry exam and I’m getting my firearms licence soon #My teacher loved the colour of that chemical you helped me make Father #Oh and Dad, thanks for helping me practice my aim “Dad? Father?”  “Yes Greg?” John smiled slightly at his son as he approached the table. Sherlock leaned back as he read through the paper, a knowing smirk already spread across his lips. Gregory Holmes was seventeen, tall, and had by far the sweetest smile that John had ever seen on a child his age. You would never know he was adopted. “I just wanted to let you know, I got an A on my Chemistry exam,” Greg murmured with a huge smile, making Sherlock look up from his reading with a proud gleam in his eyes. He didn’t say anything though, simply smiled, looked at John, and looked back down at his paper.  “Good job,” John said happily, patting his son on the back with the same wide smile that had appeared as soon as Greg had made his announcement. “Have you thought any more about the military?” Truth be told, and both Sherlock and Greg knew this, John didn’t want the boy to go into the military. Didn’t want him anywhere near the middle east or an M16, or camouflage uniforms. Sherlock’s free hand crept onto his husband’s knee as Greg sat down though, calming John so that they could talk civilly. “Well,” Greg started, pouring himself a cup of tea, “I think I’m going to join the police force instead. Uncle Greg said he’d help me study for the tests. And you’ve already taught me how to shoot a gun.” “Well thank god Anderson’s been transferred,” Sherlock said with a derisive snort, sitting his paper down and taking a drink of his own tea. “I wouldn’t want him lowering your IQ - he did quite a number on your dad before he left.” “Sherlock!” John reprimanded with a hint of a smile on his face, before looking back at their son. “Well, if your Uncle Greg already said he’d help you study I don’t think I have any room to argue. What do you think Sherlock?” “Lestrade isn’t as stupid as Anderson and Donovan, so I suppose I’m not adverse.” John covered his mouth as he tried not to laugh, watching Greg do the same.  “Father, all three of us know that everyone is stupid compared to you,” Greg laughed, taking a drink and leaning back in his chair.  Sherlock smiled a bit.  “Not the two of you.”

ironnman:

idbelostwithoutmyblogger:

THEY’RE SMILING AT THEIR CHILD

CANNOT UNSEE

LOOK AT THEIR PROUD PATERNAL FACES

#Father, Dad… #I just wanted to tell you that I got an A* in that Chemistry exam and I’m getting my firearms licence soon #My teacher loved the colour of that chemical you helped me make Father #Oh and Dad, thanks for helping me practice my aim

“Dad? Father?” 

“Yes Greg?” John smiled slightly at his son as he approached the table. Sherlock leaned back as he read through the paper, a knowing smirk already spread across his lips. Gregory Holmes was seventeen, tall, and had by far the sweetest smile that John had ever seen on a child his age. You would never know he was adopted.

“I just wanted to let you know, I got an A on my Chemistry exam,” Greg murmured with a huge smile, making Sherlock look up from his reading with a proud gleam in his eyes. He didn’t say anything though, simply smiled, looked at John, and looked back down at his paper. 

“Good job,” John said happily, patting his son on the back with the same wide smile that had appeared as soon as Greg had made his announcement. “Have you thought any more about the military?”

Truth be told, and both Sherlock and Greg knew this, John didn’t want the boy to go into the military. Didn’t want him anywhere near the middle east or an M16, or camouflage uniforms. Sherlock’s free hand crept onto his husband’s knee as Greg sat down though, calming John so that they could talk civilly.

“Well,” Greg started, pouring himself a cup of tea, “I think I’m going to join the police force instead. Uncle Greg said he’d help me study for the tests. And you’ve already taught me how to shoot a gun.”

“Well thank god Anderson’s been transferred,” Sherlock said with a derisive snort, sitting his paper down and taking a drink of his own tea. “I wouldn’t want him lowering your IQ - he did quite a number on your dad before he left.”

“Sherlock!” John reprimanded with a hint of a smile on his face, before looking back at their son. “Well, if your Uncle Greg already said he’d help you study I don’t think I have any room to argue. What do you think Sherlock?”

“Lestrade isn’t as stupid as Anderson and Donovan, so I suppose I’m not adverse.”

John covered his mouth as he tried not to laugh, watching Greg do the same. 

“Father, all three of us know that everyone is stupid compared to you,” Greg laughed, taking a drink and leaning back in his chair. 

Sherlock smiled a bit. 

“Not the two of you.”

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