Sherlock - One shots || X Female

A baby in 221B

(Situation: Y/N and Sherlock need to Babysitte Rosie because John and Mary need a break or something)

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The sun shone already bright in the sitting room. You could see every dust corn in the few rays of the sun. It was pretty silent today.

Sherlock was already awake as Ms. Hudson came in and brought his tea.

"Oh you're already awake?" She said.

"Couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts." He mumbled.

She smiled nice and put the tea and the biscuits on the small table next to the second chair.

"Is Y/N still asleep?" She aksed.

Right in that moment she came in. Sleepy as always and in her pyjama.

Sherlock looked at her. Inspected her from the top to the bottom. Her hair was messy and her tired eyes flickered through the room. It was way too bright.

"Slept well?" He asked.

She nooded and sat down opposite him. "Since when are you awake? I didn't hear you leaving?" Y/N asked.

Mrs. Hudson, with the dirty laundry in her hands, looked surprised at both of you.

Her eyes twitched happy and she left the flat with a smile on her lips.

"Whats was that?" Y/N asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Mrs. Hudson and her fantasies.".

She chuckled.

He took his teacup and moved it to his lips. He took a sip and enjoyed the taste of black tea and a good shot of milk. Its exactly how you imagine a foggy morning in London when the sun tries to get through the clouds and would turn the weather. A few sunrays which made their way through and tickle your nose as you looked to the sky.

While enjoying his tea he looked at her intensively. Her eyes still sleepy. Her legs are pulled towards her chest, hands hung around them like they would hug them. Her chin rested on her knees as she turned her head to him.

A while ago he would only imagine waking up next to her and see exactly this every morning. He could now if he wouldn't always be awake before Y/N.

How he would stroke her hair out of her face and Y/N giving him a soft good morning kiss on his cheek.
How her slim body would cuddle up against him and his arms would wrap around her waist.

All these things he thought he would never get but with her, with Y/N he wasn't the Sherlock Holmes everyone pictured.

He was softer, nearly vulnerable near Y/N. His smile was true and when he does, his eyes lighten up and the blue came out more than ever.

A knock at the door ripped him out of his thoughts.

Both turned their heads to it and saw how John entered the flat. On his arm the little Rosie.

"Morning guys. I gotta ask you this quick and hope you'll say yes because it's urgent. Can you please watch after Rosie today?" He asked.

"Absolutely not."
"Yes of course."
Sherlock and Y/N said both at the same time.

Y/N turned to John with his helpless look in his eyes and a small child in his arms.

"What he meant is absolutely yes." Y/N said and gave him a smile.

"Great. Here is she." and gave her Rosie. "And here are a few clothes to change, toys and her bottle." He added and put the bag on the chair.

As soon as he gave her the things he left again. "Bye and have fun." He screamed from downstairs.