Johnlock Oneshots

Chapter 22~ My Little Family (pt.1)

THIS IS THE PROMPT THAT WAS GIVEN TO INSPIRE THIS, BUT THE SMUT WILL COME IN PT.2; John is being a tease and Sherlock begs for Greg to take Rosie for the night. Ends with smut.

!!!SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3/4!!!

TYPE; FLUFF/ANGST (but has a happy ending)

warning(s); a little angsty, a small implication of sex, mentions depression.

I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING ABSENT!! SO HERE IS A SUUUUUUUUPER LONG CHAPTER (that will have a pt.2!). ENJOY!!!!

JOHNS POV

"What's for wunch dad?" Rosie asked, sticking close by my side as I entered the kitchen. I looked down at her fondly, picking her up.

"What would you like love?"

Rosie pretended to think, sticking her tongue out and putting on a face of concentration. Yet, I could bet my right arm she was about to say-.

"Chimken nuggets!" I smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Ok, then that's what we'll have."

Rosie squealed excitedly and hugged my neck. I set her down and watched the little 6 year old run back to the living room to play. I sighed contentedly and grabbed the bag of chicken nuggets out of the kitchen. Rosie was one of the best things to ever happen to me. She was my ray of sunshine, my angel, my little girl. I loved her and would do anything on this Earth to protect her.

When Mary and I had married, we had already decided that we had wanted kids. Yet we waited a until we were well into our marriage to try. We were successful the first attempt, and had Rosie. The labor was a little hectic, and very long. Sherlock and Greg were the first ones to the hospital, followed by Molly and Ms. Hudson, then Harry. Even Mycroft and Anthea came. After many many hours, Rosie finally was born into the world. As I first held Rosie in my arms, I knew that nothing could ever separate me from the tiny miracle in my arms.

However, as the months went by, Mary and I had started to grow distant and cold. The spark that we once had had faded. Mary got a new job, which left me constantly with Rosie. The job seemed to consume Mary's life, her constantly out of the house and only coming home for a few short days at a time.

After attempting one more year of trying to stay together, we just couldn't do it. We divorced, and I ultimately got custody of Rosie. Mary was absolutely fine with it, not really caring at all. We never had hard feelings for each other while we split, but that was the one thing that I would never forgive Mary for. Her not caring irked me more than words can describe.

Through the divorce and even before, all my friends were there for me. Especially Sherlock. He supported me through it all. He was my strong rock, my sanctuary. And during all that time, I had begun to realize how much I loved him. Truly loved him. Not just as a dear friend, but as a person and a companion. I had always felt that way about him, but I had never correctly placed the feeling. It grew more and more every time I saw him and spent time with him.

After the divorce papers were signed, and everything became settled, Rosie and I moved back in with Sherlock. Even though I was 93% sure Sherlock had feelings for me as well, I still pursued Sherlock for many months more in silence.

It all boiled down to one night, 10 months after Mary and I had split. It was only me and Sherlock, Molly thankfully watching Rosie for the night...

----------FLASHBACK---------

"Are you sure she's alright?" I asked Sherlock, my thoughts fretting over Rosie. Molly had thankfully volunteered to babysit Rosie tonight so that I could have a little relaxing time, but now I couldn't stop worrying over her. Sherlock paused playing his violin and gave me an annoyed look.