Home and Hearth (слэш)

Sherlock and John had gotten married in the spring. One thing had led to another and there'd been a string of tiny, tousle haired tots. Said sweet little infants had run rampant all over 221B, cheerfully pulling each other's hair and gnawing on the furniture, while dad complained bitterly of boredom and flounced off all over London when he'd the chance, and mum shouted about baby proofing and no you can't keep toes in the bread bin Sherlock you berk.