Imagine you and Sherlock brought home your first baby
Sherlock walked though the door, holding his new born son, Hamish in one arm and his other around you. He dropped a kiss on your head. You laughed at Sherlock's goofy grin.
He had been exicted like a child on Christmas eve all nine months of waiting for this moment.
You decied to take a nap on the couch while Sherlock plays with your son.
Huge mistake.
You had a nightmare about your evil brother Jim Moriarty.
You dreamt that he was in your son's room leaning over the cradle and looking down at the baby.
"Hush little baby. Don't say a word.
Daddy Sherlock's not gonna let you get hurt.
Shh little baby. Don't you cry.
Momma (Y/N) gonna hold you tight.
Quite little baby. Don't you whine.
Uncle Johnny's always ready to save your life.
Calm down little baby. Aren't you just... wow.
Uncle Moriarty's gonna get you NOW!" As he yelled the last line he looked up, pure, horrible rage burned in his eyes.
You woke up to see Sherlock passed out on the floor. You get up and run to Hamish's room. Jim Moriarty stood by the window, Hamish in his arms. He turned to you.
"Hello Darling." Your brother smirked.
You have just enough time to gasp before you're hit in the head and black out.
A/N
I know it's short and I'm evil. ;)
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