cynthias-heart-and-mind asked: "What's this?"
“But it is sentimental! A baby Sherlock cuddled and rolled around and drooled on this blankie!” She said to him. She laid her head on his shoulder giving a soft sigh. “Remember when Hamish was born?” She asked him suddenly, ” once you rushed into that room you had the most star strucked look on your face….followed by the most widest smile I’ve ever seen…”.
3. My muse’s old baby blankie
A package had come from Sherlock’s parents, set on the table until he had time to open it—however, it ended up being Cynthia who was the most curious.
A note lay in the box, along side an old, light blue, knit blanket:
We found this when we were going through the attic, and I remembered how much you loved your blanket; thought you should have it.
Write soon love, and say hello to everyone for us. Love you.
-Mother and Father-
Cynthia covered her mouth to muffle an excited squeal. “Sherlooocckk! Is this your /baby/ blankie!” She cooed and giggled at her discovery. This was so adorable, only if they had a picture of Sherlock when he was a baby. She would’ve just dropped over dead.
Sherlock looked up from his work when he heard her, seeming to be a mixture between surprised, exasperated, and pleased. “Let me see,” he said, going to the table beside her; he picked it up gently, observing the faded material silently for a moment—then he smiled a little. “My aunt made this for me when I was born.”“Ooh! Sherlock it’s so cute!” She exclaimed ,”I’m going to cry cause it’s so cute! “. It made her think back to win Hampshire was first born. The tears that came out of her and Sherlocks eyes as they looked upon their newborn baby boy. Ah, such fond memories.
That made Sherlock laugh as he put an arm around her. “Don’t cry, my love,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s only a blanket; no need to get so sentimental about it.” He was glad to have it, though—it was nice to have something from his childhood, with such memories.
"Which is why I should probably wash it," Sherlock answered, smirking a little; at the question, Sherlock nodded. "Of course; you and he were the most beautiful things I had ever seen."