Johnlock fluff oneshots

Easter

An. Hello:) today was Easter Sunday so I wrote a little Easter oneshot. When I say little, I mean a really rather long one shot:)
Warnings: again, this is pure fluff so I don't think there are any. There is a brief mention of implied suicidal thoughts but it is very brief and not explicit. Also briefly mentions Mary's death. It's only in a paragraph so you can skip that bit if it's an issue, ill put a little ❤ to show where it is when you get to it. The rest is just complete fluff:) I hope you enjoy it

Word count: 2685

I blinked awake to find a small face looking at me expectantly and sharp knees pressing into my stomach.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy!!" She exclaimed, bouncing up and down with every word.
"Oof, morning Rosie. You ok?" I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and smiled at her adorable face. Her blond curls were falling in messy ringlets and her bright blue eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Get up, get up, get up!! There are EGGS!!" she squealed the last word loudly and pulled at my sleeve. I looked at the glowing red numbers on my digital alarm clock, 7:15. Shit. I really hoped that Sherlock remembered he was had promised to hide the eggs. If he hadn't, I was fucked. He wasn't lying next to me though so there was hope.

"Come on, come on, come on!!" She was still bouncing and tugging so I sat up and scooped her into my arms.
"Come on then my little munchkin." I gave her a kiss on her curly hair and carried her out to the living room. There was no sign of Sherlock there. There was also no sign of any eggs. Oh dear. Then Rosie pointed at something and shouted "look!!" I looked. In the middle of the floor was a large wicker basket covered in a pastel pink cloth.
"Shall we have a look then sweetheart?"
"Yes, yes, yes!!" I smiled at her. She was in such an excited mood that everything she said was repeated 3 times.

I carried her over and set her on the floor. She pulled at the cloth and I helped her take it off. Inside was an assortment of brightly coloured costumes. Together, we removed them. There was a tiny pastel pink and blue floaty dress for her and a light purple waistcoat for me with a little rabbit embroidered on the pocket. There were also 2 pairs of white, fluffy ears. I must admit that I was surprised: I really wasn't expecting Sherlock to much so much effort in. This was our first Easter as an official couple so I supposed he just wanted to prove how much he wanted us to be a family. It was so sweet!

We had finally gotten together last year. It had taken me 2 years to get over Mary's death and be able to move on. I'd loved him for much longer but it was only when Mary died and he stepped in to be another parent figure for Rosie, did I realise how much. Before, it had always been platonic, maybe verging slightly on romance but I had never really thought about it too deeply. There was always so much going on and I'd always assumed I was straight in any case. Turns out that I'm bi.

When Sherlock "died" it did cross my mind but I pushed it away. It was too late now anyway, why bother questioning my whole identity when the only man I had ever possibly loved was dead anyway? Then I met Mary and I fell head over heels with her. So supported me and understood me on a different but just as incredible level as Sherlock. I loved her with all my heart. When it turned out he wasn't dead, everything felt right. I had the women and man I loved best in all the world. And sure me and Mary had our fights but so does every couple. And then Rosie came along and my life felt complete.

❤When Mary died, I felt like my whole world had ended. Like the sun had imploded and the world had stopped spinning. I felt like I couldn't continue. I just couldn't. But I had to. Rosie needed me. So did Sherlock for that matter. And so I tried. Every day I got out of bed and continued to live. For them. For Molly and Mrs Hudson and Greg and Rosie and Sherlock. And for her. I lived for Mary because she had asked me to. I made it through the worst time in my life and ended up in the best.