Happy Father's Day - John, Mary and Baby Watson

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A/n It is Fathers Day in the UK today and because of that I am doing a special Sherlock one shot J This is dedicated to my daddy because he’s awesome okay! <3<3<3

This one shot is about John and Mary and baby Watson so enjoy J

“John, there’s something…I should say; I-I’ve meant to say always and then never have. Since it’s unlikely we’ll ever meet again, I might as well say it now. Sherlock is actually a girl’s name.” – Sherlock Holmes: His Last Vow

Mr and Mrs Watson wake to the sound of a screaming infant. Baby Watson is only a week old but has a good pair of lungs. To their surprise they found out that their small, gurgling baby is in fact a boy. This has meant John had to work through the night with Sherlock (yes Sherlock helped…odd isn’t it) to paint over the pink paint with blue. They still haven’t named the boy with the screwed up face because there has been many debates.

*Flashback*

“No Sherlock we are not naming him after you!” John exclaims whilst Mary buries her face in her hands. Sherlock furrows his eyebrows in confusion like he cannot understand the fact that his only friend will not name his son Sherlock. Inside he is blaming Mary.

“But I thought I was the, oh what was it, the wisest man you have ever known…” Sherlock trails trying not to let the smile over take his lips. He fails and John rolls his eyes in disbelief. The room falls silent whilst the consulting detective and the blogger have a staring contest at the edge of the hospital room. Sherlock breaks his stare by turning to the baby who is fidgeting in his sleep. Sherlock grins at this action which warms the Watson’s hearts.

“Okay…” Mary begins looking down at her notebook at the list of names that they are definitely not using. “The names we cannot use are…James, Jim, Anderson” Mary glares at Sherlock and turns her attention back to the list. “Harry, William, Sherlock, Scott.”

“You mean all of my names!” Sherlock spits in disgust but then quietens down when the child shifts. “Why not Harry?”

“John’s sister.” Mary states, still looking at the long list. “Most names beginning with ‘G’ because Sherlock doesn’t believe that Lestrade’s name is Greg…and Mycroft. But to be honest we were never going to put our son through the torture of that name anyway.” Sherlock smirks at this comment and visualises Mycroft tutting and rolling his eyes in sync.

*End of Flashback*

John clumbers out of bed and dodders to the child’s nursery, he grins at the sight. In the crib lays his beautiful baby boy, who has his fair hair and his eyes. On the floor of the nursery, laying on the airbed is the high functioning sociopath. He is staying with the Watsons after an incident involving a can of baked beans in the microwave at 221b Baker Street. ‘For a genius you can be incredibly stupid.’ John thinks peering at the detective. The baby bawls again which awakes Sherlock suddenly. John smirks and cradles the infant, tightly in his arms. He decided that he would protect his child with his life, which might be needed with Moriarty on the loose.

Later on that day, after lunch which Sherlock just picked at they sat in the living room. Sherlock reaches over and grabs the baby to study it. He holds baby Watson in the air, with his arms outstretched. “Be careful Sherlock! It is not a toy and this isn’t the Lion King!” John warns. Sherlock scoffs and brings the baby closer to his body which causes the child to coo. “See, he prefers it like that. Anyway what are you doing?” The blogger enquires.

“Well it should be simple.” John and Mary give Sherlock a questioning look. “Giving it a name, it is only a baby.” Mary opens her mouth to rant at Sherlock but stops when she realises how tired she is. “I mean, when I look at him I see John but calling him John would be confusing and utterly ridiculous.” Sherlock’s face is screwed up and he gazes into the baby’s eyes. His expression softens and he grins.

“No!” John outbursts knowing exactly what Sherlock is thinking. “We are not calling him Hamish.”

“Why not?” Mary butts in, “It is adorable. My little Hamish.” John sighs, he knows when he is beaten.

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