BBC Sherlock imagines

Baby blue eyes

You were bawling your eyes out again. It was the middle of the night and you had woken up again. You'd been doing that a lot lately since you missed your mum. Your dad, John, was grief stricken and barely keeping it together for your sake and your constant crying in the middle of the night was not helping. You continued screaming waiting for your dad or even better your mum (you didn't understand she was dead, you were only a few months old) and after not long, you felt two large hands lift you out of your cot. But these arms were not those of your dads and you didn't recognise them at all. You stopped crying and blinked away the tears before opening your baby blue eyes wide to inspect the person cradling you. You instantly recognised the person as the man you'd been living with for the last few weeks but hadn't gone anywhere near you. You stared up at him with big round eyes as he tried to rock you with a frown on his face.
Sherlock's POV:
It was the 5th night this week that (Y/N) had screamed in the middle of the night and each morning I saw the exhaustion on John's face. So tonight it was no wonder he didn't get out of bed to go and comfort her so I decided that I'd let him try to sleep and calm her down myself. Children really aren't my strong suite and I was terrified as I opened the door to her room and lifted her up. I cradled her in my arms and she stopped crying so I took that as I was doing something right. She looked up at me with her baby blue eyes and something strange in me happened. I wasn't sure but it seemed the only logical explanation- I was feeling sentiment. My brother had always told me it was a chemical defect found on the losing side; and all my life I'd believed him. But this didn't feel weak or painful, it felt good. I held her close to me as I carried her down into the living room and I flicked on a dim lamp before placing her securely down onto John's armchair. From what I could make out from John's attempts to get her to sleep, it took quite a long time- but I had an idea. I picked up my violin and sat down on my chair opposite her. She watched me intently as I did so and seemed fascinated as I started to play a soothing tune. After just five minutes, her eyelids dropped and I continued playing for another minute to ensure she slept deeply. When I was satisfied, I lifted her up again and pulled her close to my chest. I intended to put her back to bed but when I held her it felt so good that I decided to sit back down with her for a little while. It was only meant to be for a little while but in the comfort of my chair and her warmth against my chest, I soon felt my body relax and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.
John's POV:
I woke up later than usual that morning, having not heard (Y/N) scream. I went to check on her but when I found her room empty I started to panic. I rushed down the stairs to ask Sherlock if he had her but when I walked into the living room my heart melted. There the two of them were, fast asleep in Sherlock's armchair. I smiled for the first time in weeks and not wanting to forget the image in front of me, I took out my phone and snapped a picture of them. I decided not to wake them and went into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I returned a minute or so later to sit down in my chair with a newspaper but as I did so I knocked Sherlock's knee, waking him up. His head jolted upright and he looked around, slightly dazed. "Morning" I smirked at him and I could just make out a flush of pink spread across his cheeks. The sound of voices then disturbed (Y/N) and her baby blue eyes flickered open. Sherlock handed her back to me and went to get changed in his room. When he returned he made himself a cup of tea and sat down in the living room where I was playing with (Y/N) and we spent the entire morning like that before I put her down for an afternoon nap.