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Sherlock oneshot - the baby

(A/n- sorry guys, this is only a short one but I'll try to update more often in the future, I'm just really busy at the moment)
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On the day of giving birth, you spent fourteen gruelling hours in labour; Sherlock squeezing your quivering hand tentatively the entire time. As soon as you heard the magic words, your hand clapped up to your mouth and your pain induced tears became more emphasised sobs of excitement, unutterable joy and relief...

"It's a girl"

--- time skip ---

One week later, the baby was settled into the house nicely, not even Sherlock's crazy midnight experiments could wake her from slumber after you tucked her into her cot. You smiled and gently stroked her hair as you bent down to kiss her smooth, delicate forehead.
"Sherly... Why do you never put Molly to bed?" You cooed, quietly as you shut the door leading to your child's bedroom. "She doesn't see much of you while you're at work, why not spend time with her in the evening?"
In annoyance, Sherlock stopped dripping a green substance into a conical flask through a tube and slammed his safety goggles down onto the wooden desk in front of him, unstable and worn from years of acid spills and miniature fires. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and sighed hyperbolically, scrunching up his eyelids together furiously as he did so.
"(Y/n)... A baby is just a small human, only they make more noise and have the same IQ as Anderson. Actually, I'm sorry I said that, I didn't mean to insult the baby..." He chuckled slightly before straightening out his expression again as he saw you staring at him, unimpressed.
"(Y/n) I don't have time to waste emotions on some child! I need to work..."
You folded your arms and tapped your fingers methodically on your arm. Finally, you sighed too...
"Look... Sherlock... I know you are the infamous 'Sherlock Holmes', sociopath, genius, consulting detective.... But you are also a father! Can you please, set your reputation aside and just show a little emotion towards your daughter! She needs love from her dad!"
During your last sentence, you feared you had sounded too desperate and so stepped back, folding your arms even tighter, self consciously and looked at the ground. Without you noticing, Sherlock had approached you and had then wrapped his arms caringly round your body, squeezing you close to his lean torso to give you a non-verbal signal that he had taken into account the things you said. He smiled down onto your now slightly more satisfied face and kissed your nose and proceed to tiptoe towards Molly's room. He twisted the cooper door handle and stepped wearily inside. After a few more silent steps, he leaned over to peek into the white, pillowed cot and caught a glance of her, lying there in a blissful dreamland, only twitching her fingers slightly or wiggling her adorable fluffy socks which hid ten tiny toes. As Sherlock approached the cot further, his eyes became locked onto her face. She seemed so peaceful... She seemed much more to him than just a small human... This made him slightly uneasy at the thought that he might be feeling emotional attachment to something that wasn't you but you were stood in the doorway, smiling and nodding, assuring him that it was perfectly natural and he was doing great.
"Hello little Molly" he whispered, just loud enough to hear and even then, it was just like a whistle in the breeze through the darkness. "Hello..." He repeated. Surprisingly, the little bundle of cuteness and blankets fluttered her eyelids open, slightly woozy from sleep.
Sherlock couldn't help but let a huge and truly genuine smile of joy spread across his face, adjoining his ears. He slipped his pale hands down beneath the child and lifted her up until her face was practically touching his nose.
"Oh Molly.... I promise, I will never let anything happen to you as long as I walk this earth. You may seem insignificant but one day, you will do great things, I just know it." He rocked her from side to side, exciting her and causing her little hands to dance around in the air, accompanied by childish, gurgling, giggles. One, single tear appeared suddenly in Sherlock's eye and as your daughter laughed on, it multiplied into hundreds... Sherlock was crying. He placed Molly gently back onto her pillows and pulled a fluffy, purple blanked back over her tiny wriggling body. He turned back to you and urgently wiped the tears from his face to save his dignity but you took no heed of this and just ran up to hug him. His tears stained your shoulder as you clasped your hand over his crazy mop of locks and slid your other hand round his waist. Molly finally fell back into a deep sleep and as you both looked on, all you could whisper was

"Nice work dad... Nice work..."