Sorry @AndromedaVanaheim back to sadness and death and feels.
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"Here's Hamish." John said, passing the little baby to Sherlock. He held the baby with care, and looked down at. Hamish, with a small smile, laughed.
"He's perfect, John. He has your nose, and your hair, and even your laugh." he said, holding the baby, tears forming in his eyes.
"You like him, too, don't you? That's why...Mary and I want you to be Hamish's Godfather. Will you accept it?" John asked. Sherlock was momentarily stunned.
He was suppose to be our son, not Mary and yours. Mary tried to kill me, she tried to kill YOU, and you don't even know. Not, Mary, John. Mary doesn't love you. I love you. I love you. Sherlock thought.
"That would be my pleasure, John." Sherlock said, hoping that John would believe the tears and the crack in his voice would be from happiness, and not from grief.
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
