Prologue

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*DISCLAIMER* We don't own anything from BBC's Sherlock~ just the characters we made up :)

PS- This is a co-written work (by "John" and "Sherlock")
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Baby Abigail Watson was only a week old, and she was the only thing Sherlock Holmes could think about.
There was a knock on the Watson's door. John answered the door, "Ah, Sherlock, what a surprise." John said rolling his eyes. "Can I hold her?" Sherlock asked. "Why not, you came all the way to see her, again," John replied. Sherlock smiled and went to the nursery where Abigail was sleeping.
He gently picked her up and cradled her. "Can I take her to the front room?" Sherlock asked. "I guess so, if that's what you want," John replied. Sherlock walked to the living room and sat on the couch, still holding little Abigail close.
Mary walked into the room, "Hello Sherlock," she said. "He came to see Abigail, again,"John said. "I think it's cute, I never saw him as a person who would like babies so much," Mary said. "I didn't either, until the twentieth time in three days that he's come over to see her," John said. "Give him a break John, he's all alone in his flat." Mary said. "He'll be here all day," John muttered.
Several hours later...
Sherlock was still sitting on the couch holding Abigail, although she was now awake. "Sherlock, are you going home anytime soon?" John asked. "Not planning on it," Sherlock said. "Will I be able to hold my daughter any time soon?" John asked. "Probably not," Sherlock replied simply. "You've been here all day!" John said grouchily. "So?" was Sherlock's simply reply.
"That's it!" John said firmly, taking Abby from Sherlock. He opened the front door and gestured for Sherlock to go through it. "If you want to cuddle a baby so bad, go make your own!" John said shutting the door behind Sherlock.
Sherlock slowly wandered back to 221B, where he sat in his chair thinking. He pulled out his phone and texted Molly, "-221B. Please come. SH-". He sat silently and waited.
About a half an hour had passed when he heard Molly's light footsteps coming up the stairs. She walked in wearing a black and white jumper with her hair tied up like always.
"Hello Sherlock." she said with a smile. "Hello Molly, I was wondering would you like to-" Molly cut him off, "You want to solve crimes?" she asked. "Not exactly. Molly Hooper, would you like to have dinner with me?" he asked.

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