The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of 221B Baker Street, casting a warm glow on the cozy living room where Sherlock Holmes and John Watson sat together. Sherlock was engrossed in his violin, the haunting melody filling the room with a sense of tranquility. John, seated on the sofa, watched with a soft smile, his gaze drifting between Sherlock and their daughter, Rosie, who was playing with her toys on the floor.
Rosie, a bundle of energy and curiosity, giggled as she stacked blocks into precarious towers, her laughter a sweet melody that intertwined with Sherlock's music. John couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in his heart as he observed the scene before him—the two people he loved most in the world, creating their own symphony of love and family.
Setting aside his violin, Sherlock glanced at John, his eyes softening with affection. "She's growing up so quickly, isn't she?" he remarked, his voice filled with a mixture of wonder and pride.
John nodded, his gaze lingering on Rosie's tousled hair and bright eyes. "She is. Feels like just yesterday she was a tiny newborn in my arms."
Sherlock moved to sit beside John on the sofa, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Together, they watched as Rosie's attention shifted from her blocks to a stuffed bear, her chubby fingers exploring its soft fur with curiosity.
"Remember when we first brought her home?" Sherlock mused, a fond smile playing on his lips. "We were both so terrified of doing something wrong."
John chuckled, the memory of those early days flooding back. "And look at us now, three years later. Still figuring it out, but doing pretty well, I'd say."
Their conversation was interrupted by Rosie, who toddled over to them with outstretched arms, her bear clutched tightly in one hand. John scooped her up, planting a kiss on her cheek as she giggled in delight.
"She's got your eyes, you know," Sherlock murmured, his gaze softening as he looked at Rosie with an expression that spoke of unconditional love.
John felt a surge of emotion swell in his chest, a profound gratitude for the life they had built together. "And she's got your intelligence," he replied, smiling at Sherlock with a warmth that spoke volumes.
As the morning sunlight bathed them in its golden embrace, Sherlock, John, and Rosie shared a moment of quiet contentment—a moment that spoke of the sweetness of love and the joy of family. In the warmth of their home, surrounded by the melody of laughter and the gentle hum of Sherlock's violin, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their bond stronger than ever.
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Johnlock Oneshots
RomanceThese Oneshots are about John and Sherlock - BBC Sherlock. Some of them are very short and others are a bit long. Most of them has the same vibe as a CAS song, so i would definitely recommend listening to CAS while reading. Don't judge, English isn...
