Cabinlock: Small DosesIt could have gone worse.Granted, it could have gone much better, but I'll take what I can get, especially with Sherlock Holmes."No," my half-brother said, almost before he'd entered the attic/apartment we shared. "No, no, no. We are not- Where'd you even get...that?"I shifted "that" in my arms, bouncing slightly. "Sh- Benedict," I said, "Meet Amelia." How could he glare at her like that? Amelia, eight months old, was all soft blue eyes. They widened when they fell on Sherlock, and she cooed a nonsense word."Why, Martin?" He pushed a hand through his lightened hair. I'd noticed he'd been doing that a lot lately. I wasn't sure whether it was because he missed his old messy curls, or stress, or just something he'd decided was a part of the character- Benedict Cumberbatch- he was playing."[student] asked me to babysit. This is her niece." I looked down at the baby, grimacing at the bubble of...saliva she'd inadvertently blown. Amelia raised a tiny fist and tapped it against my chest.