Just Some Johnlock Oneshots

Rosie's First Words

Just as a side note, I don't really know much about babies and their development, so this is probably completely inaccurate (but I mean it's a fanfiction, what do you expect; jk XD). 

"Come here, Bumble," Sherlock cooed from his spot on the floor to the little one year old across from him. Rosie's mouth twisted into a toothless smile and with a happy noise she crawled the short distance to Sherlock's outstretched arms. The detective grinned and lifted her up against his chest before blowing a raspberry on her belly.

Rosie squealed with laughter and kicked her tiny bare feet. One she calmed down, Rosie put her chubby hands into Sherlock's dark curls and gently tugged on them. The feel of his hair always made the girl relax. Sherlock softly laughed and rubbed his nose against Rosie's tiny one. She made a soft 'ah' sound and Sherlock set her down on his lap, the girl's back against his stomach. Rosie melted into him after he popped a pacifier into her mouth.

Soon, Sherlock heard the familiar tread of his boyfriend coming up the stairs. The door opened to reveal John, whose face broke out into an adoring smile when he saw the two people he loved most in life.

"Hey, Love," John whispered so he wouldn't wake the dozing baby.

"Hi, John," Sherlock smiled. "How was work?"

"Boring." Sherlock quietly laughed and tilted his head up as John stepped closer. The blond stooped down and kissed his lover softly, but passionately. "I would have much rather been in bed with you all day," He whispered in Sherlock's ear. The detective suppressed a shiver that tempted to run down his spine at John's words.

Rosie began to shift on Sherlock's lap, waking up to the sound of her fathers talking. When she saw John, the girl smiled around her pacifier and lifted her pudgy arms out to him while opening and closing her fists. John laughed and picked his little girl up, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Rosie nestled her blond head into his neck and gripped his button up in her fist.

Sherlock gave a small sigh of relief once the responsibility of the child didn't rest solely on his shoulders. As much as he adored the little girl, it was very stressful to take care of her and didn't give his active mind enough stimulation. John noticed how tired his boyfriend looked and ran a hand through his dark locks.

"Thank you, Love. You take such good care of her."

Sherlock gave him a small smile and pulled the doctor's hand from his hair to his face to press a kiss against the palm. "I love you," He mumbled against the skin.

"I love you too." After John's words, Rosie let out a discontented noise. The two men burst into laughter. "I love you too, Darling," John chuckled and pressed his face into her blonde curls to kiss the top of her head. Satisfied, Rosie began to kick her legs gently, signing she was ready to be put down. John complied and set his girl on the floor, tugging her purple t-shirt down as it was riding up over her chubby belly. She spit the pacifier out of her mouth and crawled over to her stack of blocks.

Sherlock chuckled at her actions as John moved to sit in the chair Sherlock's back was propped up against. Sherlock leaned back and rested his head on John's knees and relaxed as his boyfriend stroked his curls. They sat for a bit and simply watched their girl play and explore the world around her. Rosie was constantly taking short pauses from her blocks to look around the flat and take in her surroundings. She made a stack of blocks that reached her chin and made an excited noise while looking over at her parents.

The men chuckled and smiled at her, praising her for her accomplishment. Seemingly bored of the blocks (she had a short attention span just like her father) she shuffled over to where her dads were sat.

She stopped and sat on her rear. Rosie lifted an arm and held her hand out to Sherlock, who took it in his big hand. "Da!" She giggled. Both John and Sherlock's mouths dropped before growing into massive smiles.

"Her first word!" John exclaimed excitedly. He moved out from behind Sherlock and sat down beside her. "Who's that?" He asked, pointing to the genius who had completely stolen his heart.

"Da!" Rosie shouted again as she flung her arms out, her excitement being too much to contain in her small body. Sherlock's smile grew impossibly larger and felt his eyes become moist.

"That's my girl," John cooed and lifted her into his arms. He lifted her above his blond head and Rosie let out a squeal and giggle. John shifted her to rest against his chest.

"Rosie," Sherlock started. "What about him?" He asked, pointing to John. "Who's that?"

Rosie smiled again and turned to face her dad. "Da-daddy!" She stuttered. John gasped and placed gentle kisses all over her face. Sherlock moved next to the pair and wrapped them in his arms.

"Da!" She exclaimed to Sherlock.

"That's right, Bumble," He grinned.

She turned her blonde head to John. "Daddy!" She squealed. John nodded and felt a few tears slip out of the corner of his eyes. He grabbed her hand and kissed it, causing the girl to giggle.

After embracing for a while, John noticed Rosie's eyes fluttering shut. He carefully cradled her in his arms and the couple walked into her nursery. After each man placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, John lowered the sleeping baby into her crib. He made sure the baby monitor was close to her before they left to retire to their own room.

Once there, John sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for his boyfriend to come over. Sherlock lowered himself onto John's lap and gazed into his beautiful eyes that were still a bit wet with tears. He pressed his lips on John's for a moment before resting his head on the shorter man's shoulder.

"That was amazing," John breathed. Sherlock hummed in agreement and sunk further into his lover (A/N: Not in that way ;) ) as John ran his hands up and down Sherlock's back.

"I love you," Sherlock said into John's broad chest.

"I love you too, Babe."

They sat in a comfortable silence until Sherlock began to giggle.

"What is it?" John asked with a furrowed brow and a smile.

Sherlock tried to quiet his laughter to answer, but couldn't stop giggling. John began chuckling along with him and ran his hands down Sherlock's sides until he calmed down.

"I was just thinking-" Sherlock hiccupped with laughter before a mischievous smirk slid across his pale features. "Rosie knew that out of the two of us that you're Daddy."

John huffed a laugh, feeling his cheeks heat slightly. He brought lips to Sherlock's ear and nibbled on his earlobe. "Yep, she's a smart girl."

"You've got that right, Daddy," Sherlock purred. John felt his pants tighten and flipped Sherlock onto the bed. The detective just laughed as John tugged his shirt off and only stopped when John's lips crashed onto his.