Chapter Twenty-Three

I'm not really sure how to describe the events in this chapter. 

I am a shitty describer by nature, so I'm sorry if it's horrible.

Anyway, there was a period in our lives when I had a hot, barely uncontrollable affection towards Sherlock, around when Scottie was six. 

Scottie had started to understand who was his real dad, but he mostly just called us by our first names.  Scottie had started first grade, also. 

I remember his first day, I brought him into his classroom.  When I was walking out, the teacher started taking attendance.  I decided to stick around in the hallway until she called Scottie's name.

"Tyler Birchfield."

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"Rachel Chrysler."

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"Seamus Finland."

I waited and waited for the "W"'s to come.  Finally, Scottie's name was called.

"Scott Watson."

I listened for Scottie to say "here", but instead I heard him say, "Call me Scottie."

When I got home, Sherlock was waiting for me at the door.  "Scottie's gone," he whispered.  "Let's play." He stole me in his arms.

I raised my eyebrows, and the fire let out.  "Oh, God yes."  and I got on him, despite my shortness.

Sherlock clasped his lips to mine, and we stood together at the door for some time before one of us realized we could move to the bedroom.

Once we had done that, we unleashed our total inside animals.  Sherlock ripped off his shirt, so I ripped off mine.  I moved my hand along the chest hairs and kissed his shoulders.  Sherlock lay with me, rubbing my back.

Next, I kissed him with so much force, it moved him a full two inches on the bed.  Sherlock wrapped his arms around me, and I did the same to him.

After about half an hour of this, almost like on loop, I gasped for air, and lay back on my back.

"We (pant) don't get to play (pant) often," managed to get out.

"Yes, I know," Sherlock wheezed.  "Thank you, though."  And then he rolled on top of me.  I was taking off my pants when Sherlock started to lie his head in my leg. 

I through my pants off of the bed, and pushed him off of me.  I poked his nose, and off came Sherlock's pants, too.  A rush of confidence rained down on me, and I grabbed him.

We tangled for another hour.  We finally put our clothes on when we knew we had to start getting ready to pick Scottie up from school.  There was a little time to spare, so we spent it just lying together, silent and peaceful.

When Scottie got home from school, he was full of smiles and giggles.  He said he made a friend Kyle, and a friend Rachel.  He also pulled out a folded sheet of paper.

At first, I was weary because I thought it was a note because he had gotten in some sort of trouble, but when he opened it, it had his handwriting.

I read it, and I smiled.  Sherlock read it, too, and his face really lite up.  Scottie had written about him.  Sherlock hugged Scottie tightly, and Scottie ran off to his room, leaving the paper sitting on the table.

My hero is Sherlock Holmes.  Sherlock helps my dad rase me. He also solves a ton of crimes and murders! He goes to crime senes and sometimes I get to come.  He even taut me some things about dedsing.  Sherlock helps me with my homwork, and him and my dad play with me a lot.  Sherlock has a skull on the mantle, and he let me name it.  Its called Herb. I love Sherlock becase he is like my other dad.  When him and my dad team up, they are the best parents in the world.

I loved how much Scottie adored Sherlock.  And for that matter, how much Sherlock adored Scottie.