It is what it is (Johnlock)

Chapter 2

John couldn't sleep, he was too confused. His new feelings for Sherlock were causing him a lot of stress. He barely ate, he barely slept and he barely just managed not to get fired from his job. John just could not focus on anything else than his best friend. And it was driving him insane. What was supposed to do? Should he tell Sherlock about his feelings or should he ignore them and hope that this is only a silly crush that will soon be over. The second option sounded like the more mature thing to do so he went with that.
John opened his eyes and looked at the clock. She was only a quarter past two which meant that he had four more hours until his clock would ring signalling the start of another horrible day. Sure John loved being back at Baker Street and sure he loved how Sherlock took care of Rosie. And he was also sort of relieved that Mary was out of his life but he will always have a placed in his heart for her. He did at one point actually love her (before all hell came crashing down) and she gave him an amazing daughter. John decided to think of something else because this was getting a bit too heavy to deal with a the moment. Instead he thought of the other day when he caught Sherlock playing the violin for Rosie. Just the thought of it brought a smile to his face. It was such a beautiful moment. Sherlock standing there with his beautiful curly hair and his eyes that were god knows what colour... John decided to think of something else before he needed to take care of something (wink wink) because it was a bit too late and really he needed his sleep.

***

"Thank you doctor. Have a nice day!"

"You too Mr Stone."

John was finally free, his last patient had just left and he sighed in relief. This day had been horrendously long. One of the other doctors at the clinic was ill today so John had to cover some of her patients, Mr Stone was one of them. John looked down at his right hand that was covered by a dirty glove, let's just say that being a doctor sometimes has it's ups and downs. The appointment with Mr Stone had definitely been of the downs. He quickly removed the glove and threw it in the bin. John finished up the last things he had to do before he left quickly and as he was getting dressed there was a knock on his door.

"Doctor Watson?"

The receptionist Claire called out as John sighed.

"Yes Claire? What is it? I was just about to leave."

"Somebody's here to see you."

John sighed again.

"Send them in."

He removed his jacket and started to unpack some of his things. The door opened and Sherlock entered with Rosie on his hip. Rosie squealed out of happiness when she saw her father and held out her arms towards him. Sherlock got the hint and started walking towards John with Rosie. John could feel his heart melting. He took his daughter into his arms and smiled. Sherlock didn't back away from instead he remained close.

"I thought I would bring her here to surprise you. Then we would go to the park and play with Rosie."

John looked up from his daughter and met Sherlock's gaze. As their eyes met Sherlock smiled a little and John realised that ignoring his feelings for the detective would be almost impossible. John started to blush a little and turned his head away to hide it.

"That sounds absolutely wonderful Sherlock but you didn't have to do this."

"Nonsense John, both you and Rosie are in dire need of some fresh air. Now pack up your things so that we can get going."

***

Rosie was sitting in a baby swing and having the time of her life. Her big shining eyes were filled with pure happiness. Sherlock was pushing the swing and John held their things. John could not stop staring at the man in front of him. His feelings were getting harder and harder to push back. What on earth was he suppose to do?

"Are you okay John?"

The sudden question snapped John out of his deep thoughts. Sherlock looked at him with genuine concern in his eyes.

"Yeah. Sherlock?"

"Yes John?"

"Why did you this? It's not really your style, you know the whole being nice and considerate."

"Anything for you and your daughter John. You are family to me. You matter to me."

John could feel a familiar warmth starting to spread in his chest and it felt wonderful. His cheeks were painted scarlet and his eyes were starting to tear up. John looked away to hide his reaction to the wonderful words that Sherlock just said. If words can make me feel this way, then what would it feel like to be held by Sherlock. To be kissed by him and be told that he loves me, John wondered. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't hear Sherlock walking closer to him. Sherlock raised his arms and put them around John, they were now hugging. John froze up. It took him a while to realise that should probably hug back, so he did and it was amazing. John could feel the other parents in the park staring at them but he didn't care and he hugged Sherlock back. Sherlock slowly let go and gave John a small smile. He then walk over to the swing and picked up Rosie. 

"Should we leave doctor? It's getting late."

"Yeah, I need to bathe Rosie tonight and she will never fall asleep if I bathe her too late."

Sherlock gave him a small nod and took John's hand in his. John was in a too euphoric state to internally panic so he just squeezed Sherlock's hand gently and then they started walking towards the nearest tube station.

Notes:
Hi!
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you find any grammatical errors or errors in general then please tell me so I can fix them. I'm more than open the critic so if you have any please tell me so I can improve.

Love Ebba :)

Ps. Shoutout to my friend Just_A_Sherlockian please read her stuff it's really good.