I carry Jessie inside and set her on the couch. I prop her leg on 2 pillows. John eats dinner while I sit and watch Jessie. I play my violin quietly. John heads off to bed and I sit and wait for Jessie to wake up. At 2:30 am Jessie stirs and wakes up. She looks around for a moment and then let's her gaze fall on me. "Daddy,"'she says quietly. "Honey your awake," I say excitedly. She nods, yawns. "My leg is uncomfortable," she says pointing to it. I pick up her leg gently and rest it on my leg. "Better?" I ask. She nods. After a minute she falls asleep. 6 weeks later.
Jessie's POV "Jessie eat you chicken please," John says to me. I grumble as I eat a molecule of nasty chicken. I hate chicken. "Daddy doesn't have to eat anything," I protest. Daddy looks up at me and smirks. That's because he is a grown man Jessie, now quite whining like a baby and do as I say," John says sternly. I roll my eyes. "Don't get an attitude with John young lady," daddy scolds from the living room. There is no use for getting the last word. I grab my crutches and pick up my plate and put it in the sink. Tomorrow is my birthday, daddy and John say they have something special planned. I can't wait.
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Sherlock's Daughter
FanfictionSherlock's unknown daughter, Jessie shows up at his 221b Baker St flat. She look's and has the intelligence like him. Sherlock refuses to have anything to do with her, but after a rough scolding from John and Mrs. Hudson, he might just have a famil...
