Paint my world (Sherlock X OC)

The sandwiches

This Wednesday was less boring than what I thought would be, because Rosie's god father was there to entertain us with his arguments with John Watson over phone. He caught a little cold, to not to make it worse John ordered him to stay at home, while John, himself would go out to investigate. Sherlock Holmes constantly nattered him over the phone and we wondered how is John watson doing his work with all this arguments.
"the hut, Ms Ball" said Rosie showing me the hut I told her to draw.
"yes it's a nice one, just let me correct it" saying so I took her pencil to correct some lines and stuff.
"now John isn't even receiving my calls" came from the detective as he paced through the living room to kitchen, "he texted that I'm bothering him, I must go out".
Rosie and I both stared at him, warning him not to.
"what's up with you two ladies?" he enquired with annoyance.
"you're not going out, dad told you not to" Rosie said firmly, oh she's such a boss.
"but your father can't investigate without me." replied the stubborn man.
"but Mr Holmes you've got cold" I reminded him.
"just a little cold, it doesn't matter" .
"yes it does" I said, "now sit back down" ordered both Rosie and I.
He stood still, surprised that we were commanding him, "are you on her side Rosie?" asked he, that kinda made me wanna giggle but I supressed it.
"yes I am, she's my drawing teacher" she answered.
"I am your God father".
"that's why she's taking care of you so please sit down" I said as sternly as I can, rolling his eyes the detective finally gave up and sat on his chair.
"may I atleast go get some fish and chips?"
"no" warned Rosie and I both, again.
"I'm hungry" replied the detective.
"make something for yourself Mr Holmes, aren't you older, you told me so on the first day we met." I reminded him of the first banter we had.
Just an annoyed groan came out of him before Rosie said, "just don't burn the bread again."
"he burned bread?" I asked,
"no I didn't " he tried to shut Rosie up.
"yes he did, he makes excellent tea though but he burned sandwiches."
"wow" I said sarcastically turning to him.
"I'm not stupid though" he muttered under his breath.
"ofcourse not" I said raising myself up, "you're the smartest detective, right?"
"where are you going?" he called from behind.
"to the kitchen ofcourse, in order to make some sandwiches".
"you..." he said, "you'll make sandwiches? in my kitchen... our kitchen?"
"any problem?"
"no".
Nodding I went to work, I took everything they had that's needed for sandwich and made four of those.
"there you go, for you and Rosie."
"thanks " said Rosie before taking one.
"where's yours Ms Ball?" Sherlock enquired.
"oh no I'll eat at home, mum's waiting " which reminded me to check my watch and I realised I was half an hour late, "I better go now".
"wait" Sherlock Holmes said raising himself from his seat, "I'll come with you" he went to put on his coat.
"no I don't need it, I can go home it's not midnight, and besides what about Rosie?"
"Mrs Hudson can accompany her"
"and the sandwiches I made?"
"I'll take one while we walk to the subway."
I somehow got angry, now lack of patience and anger issue is definitely my own demon, I somehow managed to overthink that he thinks I'm a little girl who can't take care of herself,
"no I'll go myself " I said getting downstairs without giving him a chance to speak.
"it's late" he said loudly before following me.
"I'm not a fragile little thing who needs protection Mr Sherlock Holmes " I yelled, again at him. But He came down anyway, unbothered by my yell and put his hand on the door knob so I don't get out on my own.
"will you listen to me FOR ONCE MELODY?" he shouted... can you believe he shouted at me, but he also called me Melody. It sounded good to my ears again, it was the most bizzare feeling I felt, I felt my eyes teary, why does he care about me? what if I... I fet used to him.
"what's there to listen, why do you care?" I asked trying to suppress my anger and tears.
"I do, because we all do" he said as if he was a knight that was sent to protect me, "I know everything about you and how preci.... fragile you are. Yes you're strong, because you think opening up, asking for help will make people misunderstand you but you.. are ... wrong." he emphasised the word, 'wrong'.
"what do you know about me, and how?" he knew something about me, it was clear.
"you thought the person we're choosing to teach Rosie drawing, we won't get her information out?"
"wh-what?" I was confused at this point.
"I know since your father's death you felt insecure, since then you've been having bantering relationship with your school friends, because you were unaware of your feelings and they were unable to get you right as well, you still are afraid of being misunderstood because you've always been even by your mother, sometimes, whenever you let your fear, anxiety, anger take the better of you, correct me if I'm wrong".
I stayed silent for some time because there wasn't anything to correct. he was right entirely, "then you see Sherlock I'm strong" I called him by his name, unknowingly, like he did. "So now stop trying to protect me".
"what if I don't " he replied.
"why? why do you care?" I was growing more and more impatience with this argument.
"if I do then I do, as I said we all do, and you trust us, admit it". his words were true again.
"trust you?"
"yes you do, you feel comfortable around me, John, Rosie and even Mrs Hudson, you feel happy around us, now shut up and let me get you home"
This time he opened the door and got outside, while I followed him.
"but you got cold" I said softly which was followed by, "Sherlock ".
"I'm fine, I needed some fresh air, Melody" he said my name looking at me. There wasn't anyway I could turn him down now, so I accepted his help and to get to my home faster, he took a cab for us. Through the whole cab ride none of us talked, he stared at the outside and so was I. After getting down I waved him and then I remembered, "oh the sandwiches?"
Sherlock chuckled a bit, why did he look so... cute?
"I believe Mrs Hudson will heat them up for me, don't worry, I won't miss them for the world, good night Melody." And the cabbie went away with him, The chilly breeze reminded me that winter is knocking at the door and guess it's gonna be a pretty special one.