"Sherlock please" John begs him looking to you for support. John was desperate for a babysitter, just for one night so he could have some alone time. The two of you suspected he was going on a date but decided that it was a good thing for him. Since Mary he hadn't really gone out much. "John I don't do babies" Sherlock says and then you add "but for tonight he'll just have to suck it up, of course we'll babysit Rosie."
John gives a sigh of relief and 2 year old Rosie grins running over to hug you. "Thank you so much y/n" he smiles and you smile back happy to help your best friend. "No problem John, now go 'have some alone time'"
You wink at him then run to catch up with little Rosie who is hugging sherlocks leg. "I'm not good with kids y/n" he says slightly confused by the small child clinging to his leg. You chuckle a bit and pick up Rosie leaning her on your waste. "Sherlock kids are fun don't worry I know you love her." You tease him. It's about dinner time so you head to the kitchen Rosie still in your arms chattering about who knows what. You set her down on the counter. "So Rosie how do you feel about pasta?"
She smiles and claps her hands which seemed like a yes on some level. "Good let's make some pasta then!" She giggles.
20 minutes later the pasta is ready and a Rosie who is slightly covered in pasta sauce sits in her high chair. Sherlock comes and eats with you two. He laughs and kisses your nose were apparently you had a dot of pasta sauce. He makes Rosie laugh throughout the whole meal. Finally, You and Sherlock attempt giving her a bath and end up just as wet as she was. It's already 8 o'clock and Sherlock offers to put her to bed, which is strange for him but of course you agree. An hour later, you hear no noise coming from you and sherlocks bedroom, but Sherlock hadn't come out yet. You quietly open the door and peak in. You find Sherlock and Rosie curled up in your bed fast asleep. You smile and take out your phone for a picture of the adorable pair. Before you can snap a photo you hear Sherlock whisper "Come sleep love." You smile and put your phone down curling up in Sherlocks arms. You fall asleep forgetting about taking a picture, fortunately a certain Watson standing unnoticed in the doorway took one for you.
A/n: This is so bad I'm sorry I'm running out of ideas!
