It is what it is (Johnlock)

Chapter 1

"It is what it is."

It felt good to be back, at least temporarily. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest, everything felt lighter and easier now. Mrs Hudson was there to watch Rosie when it was needed and Sherlock stopped playing the violin in the middle of the night. Moving back to 221b was the best decision he had done in a while. Sure it was far away from his clinic but he made it work. He's not entirely sure how it happened but Sherlock ended up being Rosie's babysitter while he was working. Sherlock turned out to be great with children but he's a grown child so maybe it's not that weird. He stopped storing body parts in the fridge and doing experiments on the dining table. Rosie absolutely adored him, she keeps giggling when ever he's around and loves tugging his curls.

The thought of Sherlock and Rosie together brought a small smile to John's face. He turned around and looked at the clock. Only one hour left of work now. He yawned a little and sent in the next patient. It was nothing serious, just a sprained ankle and only took 15 minutes to examine and bandage. The next 45 minutes consisted of three patients all with horrible colds, it was that time of the year. The tube ride home went by smoothly and he was home sooner than he expected. As he unlocked he door to the apartment the sound of a violin filled his ears. He started climbing the stairs quietly and slowly to not disturb the wonderful sound coming from upstairs. When reached the door he could see that it was not fully closed. John looked through the small opening and couldn't to anything else than smile. Sherlock was playing the violin by the fireplace and Rosie was sitting in front of him looking at him in awe. This was probably the sweetest thing that John has ever seen.

"Hello John, are you coming in?" Sherlock said as he lifted his eyes and met John's gaze.

John nodded a bit and entered the apartment. Sherlock stopped playing and looked down at Rosie. He crouched down and gave Rosie her green dinosaur pacifier. He lifted her up and looked at John who just stood there staring with a dumb smile on his face. Sherlock looked down at Rosie and started to smell her hair. He started to walk towards John and didn't meet his gaze until he was just a couple of decimetres apart. Sherlock lifted his gaze and gave John a small smile. He carefully gave John Rosie and gave her a small peck on her head. He smiled and entered the kitchen. John just stood there confused but extremely happy. He felt an unfamiliar warmth in his chest. Rosie looked up at him with her big eyes.

"Dada." she said but it was a bit hard to hear when she had her pacifier in her mouth.

And John realised that moving back in here was not the best decision he had done in a while, it was the best decision he had ever made.

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A horrible scream awoke John in the middle of the night. He sighed a bit because he did not exactly approve of Rosie's new habit of waking half of London every night. John rubbed his temples and slowly got out of the bed. Rosie's scream slowly stopped screaming when John picked her up. Her screaming turned into soft sobbing. John walked around his room to try to lull her back to sleep. He hated it when she cried, it always breaks his heart. Mary was always better at calming her down. The thought of Mary hurt a bit but it was easier now than it just to be. There was a soft knock on the door and Sherlock entered quietly.

"I'm so sorry she woke you up" John whispers.

"It's fine. Is she okay?" Sherlock whispered back.

"Yeah everything is fine" John answers and smiles a small unconvincing smile.

"What's wrong John?" the detective asks with concern in his voice.

"It's nothing really. I'm just so tired." John says while he's looking away.
"John I'm more than happy to help you out more. I absolutely adore Rosie and she seems to be more okay with me taking care of her." Sherlock insisted.

"Sherlock since when have you ever been this human before?" John jokingly said.

"John I'm serious. Rosie means a lot to me, she's your daughter and I'll be there to take care of her. I'm nothing without my Watsons." Sherlock said, his voice was filled with emotion and his eyes were a bit glossy.

John just stood there. He didn't know what to say or what to do. But what he had heard made him very happy, extremely even. He shifted his gaze afraid that if he kept analysing these feelings he felt he might start crying.

"John?"

"Yes?"

"She's fast asleep."

John looked down and his daughter was indeed fast asleep in his arms. He smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead. Quietly he walked over to the crib and slowly put her to bed. Sherlock walked over to the crib and bent down to place a kiss on her forehead as well. He met Johns gaze and smiled a bit.

"You're a wonderful father John. She's lucky to have you."

John didn't answer, he just nodded not breaking eye contact. He felt like he needed to say something about his daughter growing up without her mum but then he remembered all the lies. All those lies that Mary had told him and the things she had done. She shot his best friend, what if he had lost Sherlock. He wouldn't survive that a second time. The thought of losing Sherlock made him instantly sad.

"Sherlock?"

"Yes John?"

"Would it be okay if I stayed here as long as I wanted to, just not temporarily?"

"Off course John, this isn't home without you and Rosie."

Sherlock smiled and exited the bedroom while John dealt with some new feelings for his best friend.