Sherlock Imagines

Sherlock

"Thank you so much! Y/N, make sure Sherlock doesn't blow my child up, or do experiments on him. Whatever he does in his spare time..."

"Of course, John! Now go enjoy yourself!" You reply to your friend, John Watson.

As soon as he heard the door close, Sherlock walked out of his room. "Y/N? Do you have the... thing?" he asked.

"Child, Sherlock. It's not a thing, it's a child. I can take care of him, so you should go do something Sherlock-y."

Sherlock was your husband of two years, which meant that you could boss him around if you wanted to. Not that you did boss him around very often. But, when children were involved, especially John's, Sherlock was always told to go do something else.

So, for the time being, you were on your own...

•.•.•.•.•.•.TIME SKIP•.•.•.•.•.•.

The night wore on and on, darkness eventually settling in the sky.

At some point Sherlock walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. It soon registered in his mind that there were no baby noises, or any other noises, echoing throughout the flat. When he turned his head to see if you and the child were still in the living room, what he saw surprised him.

The child, whose name he'd never bothered to remember, lay asleep in the portable crib that you had set up earlier. What had surprised him, however, was not the child.

Sherlock's eyes were trained on your body; sleeping and motionless on the floor. Your hair was splayed across the floor, head resting on your outstretched arm, and legs slightly bent. The arm that wasn't supporting your head was gently resting on your chest.

In the soft glow of the lamplight, you looked even more beautiful than you usually did; like a princess from a fairytale. Sherlock had never seen you look as peaceful as you did right then.

The sight of your sleeping form caused Sherlock to remember the first time you had met. You had just moved to England, from your previous home in America. Sherlock noticed you immediately, you being the new student in the middle of year ten.

He would never have admitted it, but Sherlock knew he was find if you the second you out-sassed the popular girls in the cafeteria, and then proceeded to out-sass himself, not even twenty minutes after.

Within six days, the two of you would study in the library together everyday after school. Somehow, you managed to not hate him, and for that, Sherlock had always been grateful.

He remembered being disappointed when he graduated from secondary school, because he knew you had different plans to go to Uni than he did. The chances of the two of you meeting again were slim.

Years passed and Sherlock always kept his memories of you in the back of his mind; hoping that he would see you again. His hopes came true when Lestrade brought the case of the brother of the esteemed author, Y/N Y/L/N, had been killed.

One thin fled to another, until eventually, Sherlock had worked up the courage to propose to the one person who had put up with him the longest.

Sherlock was suddenly pulled from the thoughts by the sound of a baby crying.

Before he could do anything, you began to stir. You were up and alert in moments, picking up John's baby and rushing to the kitchen to make a bottle.

The bottle seemed to calm the child considerably, and you made your way over to Sherlock's chair. You hummed him back to sleep and put him back into the crib.

Only then did you make your way over to Sherlock. "You've been staring at me for the past twenty-five minutes. You need something, love?" You ask. Sherlock only hummed in response. "You're going to have to be a little more detailed in that request." you teased him.

Suddenly, you felt very tired again. You had stayed up late, working on a new book last night.

As you yawned, Sherlock pulled you to his chest and enveloped you in a warm hug. He rested his head on yours for a few moments before asking, "Y/N... have you... Ever thought about children? About having children, to be more specific."

Surprised by his question, you didn't respond for a second. "Yes, but I believe every girl has thought about having children at some point or another. What is it that you're really asking?"

"What if we were to have our own kids? We could start a proper family." Sherlock suggested. You tightened your grip around his torso, smiling into his shirt. "I'd like that. I'd like that very much!" You say softly.

You felt Sherlock breathe a sigh of relief, glad not to have had his idea laughed at or ridiculed. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, Y/N..." he whispered into your hair.

You smiled once more before looking up at him. "Out of curiosity," you began. "What made you reconsider your thoughts on kids?"

"Every time you babysit for John and Mary, something about you changes. It's a side of you that I've never seen, and that I'd like to see more often. And you always know what to do. I think caring for children comes naturally for you. You've always been kind, Y/N. Not just to me, but to everyone. You are the only person I would ever want to love, the only person I would ever consider marrying and starting a family with." he rambled.

A small blush crept onto your cheeks at his kind words. Sherlock leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was slow and gentle, and for that matter, perfect.

A knock at the door interrupted you. Without looking, you both knew it was John and Mary, come to take their child back. "I'll pack the diaper bag, you grab him." you tell Sherlock, pointing to the sleeping child.

Both of you quickly did what you had to and regrouped at the door. You opened the door and welcomed the Watsons in.

John was surprised to see Sherlock holding his child. He was even more surprised that Sherlock was holding his child correctly. "Is he allowed to do that?" John asked you, teasingly, while he was pointing at your husband.

You and John snickered while Sherlock stuck his tongue out at you. Talk about childish.

Eventually, all three of the Watsons left, leaving just the two of you. Sherlock sat in his chair and pulled you into his lap. You tucked your knees into your chest and rested your head on his shoulder.

A comfortable silence hung around you for a few minutes. And the Sherlock smirked. Oh that smirk! You knew he was up to something.

"You know, Mrs, Hudson will be out playing bridge for the next three hours or so. We could get a head start on baby-making..." he said slyly.

No longer tired, you both jumped off of the chair, about to have a rather fun night.

A/N: Hola!

Tell me what you guys think of this one. I'm not sure about it. It might have to do with the fact that it's 3:43 AM here and I just kind of wrote this out of nowhere.

Anyway, feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you all so much for reading!!

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