No Strings Attached: Doctor Strange x GN Reader (Marvel and Sherlock Crossover)

Chapter Four: Babysitting

Before you knew it your little excursion was over. Baby Rosie was at the flat, the older Watsons had taken off, going to a fancy restaurant, specifically the one John proposed to make up for 'the interruption' Sherlock caused back then.

Rosie waddled around the flat, already having started walking. Letting out a few words now and again as she pointed to different items around the flat.

"Can you say, Uncle Sherlock?" Sherlock asked as he sat Rosie on his lap on the floor, holding out a toy duck for her.

He stared hopefully at her as you sat on the couch, trying not to laugh. Sherlock never appeared like a kid person and neither did you, but deep down both of you would do anything for the little Watson.

Taking out your phone you filmed the interaction, intending to send it to the rest of the Holmes family.

Letting out a silent aw of adoration as Rosie bubbled, "Swerwock." Sending a beam of happiness to the detective's face as he ruffled her hair.

"Feeling domestic?" You teased, Sherlock, in turn, sticking his tongue out at you.

Rosie crawled off his lap, as you two stared at her, crawling over to John's old chair and messing with some papers from cases and the Yard scattered about on the ground.

Taking a picture you sent it to Mary and John, texting 'she's taking after her father already'. Sherlock tried and failed to contain his glee.

Internally he was elated at the little child showing interest in cases even if it was just because she was bored and wanted to play, it was still a chance.

A warm smile broke out on his face once more as he stared fondly at Rosie, scooting over to her to give her a magnifying glass from his pocket.

She gurgled in excitement, you scrunching your nose as spit dripped down her chin from her mouth. That soon disappeared when it got on Sherlock's precious magnifying glass, now covered in baby drool.

Sherlock stared as she messed with the tool, you getting up to the kit John gave you and getting the rag to wipe away the drool from Rosie's face. Pushing past Sherlock you picked her up, much heavier than the last time you held her, and wiped the spit up away.

Rosie giggled as you brought her over to the couch, throwing the rag at Sherlock who caught it, holding it away from his body and putting it back in the kit.

Putting her on one knee you bounced it up and down, shrieks of joy coming from the girl as she clapped her hands.

After a few minutes your leg began to throb, Sherlock scooped her up, heading towards the door of the flat.

"Where are you going?" Getting up to follow behind him, grabbing your coat, that contained a few weapons, just in case.

Sherlock just shrugged, placing Rosie down for a minute and hurriedly putting on his trench coat and scarf before picking her back up in his arms.

Huffing out in annoyance you followed behind as he went down the stairs, voicing your concerns, "James is out, why are we bringing the child outside."

Sherlock stopped at the door as Rosie looked around in delight, "Moriarty wouldn't stoop that low."

"I think you are putting your faith in criminals Sherlock," you told him, glaring at him and not backing down, wanting to keep Rosie safe from the madness that seemed to pursue you and the consulting detectives lives.

"And I think you have a gun in your right pocket," Sherlock sassed back, opening the door up and stepping outside off to the direction of the park that was a few blocks down from Baker Street.

Following behind them you shut the door, making sure to lock it and check the time, still another two hours before John and Mary were supposed to get back.

Hand in your pocket, you took no chances, gazing up and down the street, seeing if he had eyes on your own home, watching you always. There looked to be none, but that didn't mean that there weren't any, you were aware of the many hidden cameras that had been placed in the flat during previous years before you moved in.

You caught up to the pair, Sherlock unconcerned, focused only on his godchild, Rosie busy being a surprisingly good child, looking around at her surroundings and at Sherlock.

Sherlock started to make cooing noises to Rosie, telling her about your last case and about her parents, promising how he would take her to the playground soon.

Smiling at the pair, you took Sherlock's free hand, interlocking his fingers with your own as he sent a warm smile your way. All feelings of worry washed away, only warmness remained, sentiment for the detective and the little Watson.

After a few minutes passed, small talk being exchanged between the two adults with the occasional blabber from Rosie, the park came into view. Little kids ran around, playing on the playground or in the grass.

Sherlock looked around for a quiet area, not wanting his godchild to be hurt, coming across a grassy field he dragged you along, putting Rosie down where she started to walk around and taking off his coat and laying it down for the two of you to sit on.

"Do you think life will ever be quiet?" You wondered out loud, turning to Sherlock and awaiting his answer.

Sherlock shrugged, grabbing your hand and pulling you down to lay on his coat with him, "I might have the answer for a lot of things but not that."

Looking at the sky you admired the clouds, blatantly unaware of the future that awaited you. Turning to Sherlock you saw him doing the same, getting closer to him you laid your head against his shoulder, both of you felt relaxed.

With the occasional glance to Rosie, occupied by a flower patch a few meters away, you thought about the future. What exactly you wanted from here you did not know, it all depended on James, who seemed to haunt your life, the one thing you knew for sure was that as long as you were near Sherlock, you would at least feel a little safe.

The minutes seemed to fly by, the next thing you knew Sherlock was telling you that it was time to head back to see John and Mary. Distracted you followed behind, your head lost in space, a desperate attempt to escape reality. 

"What's wrong with them?" John asked as he met Sherlock at the door of 221b, taking Rosie from his hands. 

"I think you know," Sherlock nodded at Mary, letting John give you a quick hug, before walking you up the stairs and laying you on the couch of 221b.