BBC's Sherlock Parent Preferences (girls)

When You Can't Fall Asleep

Sherlock:
Age: 3

Y/N almost never had trouble sleeping because Sherlock would always play his violin. However, the one night Sherlock didn't play his violin, Y/N tossed and turned. Finally, she decided to confront her dad.

"Dad?" She asked, standing in the doorway.

"You should be sleeping." Sherlock replied.

"But I can't sleep."

"Why not?" Sherlock looked up from his work.

"Because you aren't playing your violin." Y/N mumbled.

"Oh." Sherlock's eyes softened. "Would you like me to play it?"

Y/N nodded.

"Well, then. I'll go grab it. Off to bed, now."

"Goodnight, Dad."

"Goodnight, Y/N."

John:
Age: 5

When it came to falling asleep, John reached for the bedtime stories. Whether it was a fairy tales, mysteries, classics; you name it, John had it.

However, Y/N's favorite nights were when John would tell her stories about him and Sherlock. The stories were exciting, charming, and sometimes John would end up talking for so long, Mary would have to come in.

"John, it's getting late. Y/N needs to sleep." Mary would say. "You can finish the story tomorrow."

Y/N frowned. "But we were at a good part!"

"And the good part will still be here in the morning." John said, kissing
Y/N's forehead. "Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight, Dad. Goodnight, Mom."

Molly:
Age: 4

When Y/N couldn't sleep, Molly would sing for her. She didn't have the greatest voice, but Y/N loved it anyway.

On a stormy night, Y/N walked into Molly's bedroom.

"Mommy? The thunder is scaring me." Y/N knocked quietly on the door.

Molly smiled. "It's just Mother Nature, Y/N. There isn't anything to be afraid of. I know it's loud, but it's harmless."

Molly lead Y/N back to her bedroom and ticked her in. Then, she started to sing Y/N's favorite lullaby. Y/N was asleep by the time Molly had finished singing, and the storm went away.

Mycroft:
Age: 3

"Dad?" Y/N tugged on Mycroft's pant leg.

No response.

"Dad?" Y/N asked again.

"What is it, child?" Mycroft asked. "It's late."

"I can't sleep." Y/N said.

Mycroft silently panicked. What was he supposed to do? She'd never had this problem before.

"Okay, what would you like me to do?"

"I don't know." Y/N admitted.

Mycroft then realized that he had the solution.

"How about I read you some of my work papers?" Mycroft suggested.

"Okay." Y/N answered.

Mycroft grabbed his work papers and started to read. The essay was so dry and boring, Y/N was sleeping in no time at all.

Lestrade:
Age: 4

When Y/N couldn't sleep, Lestrade grabbed the milk. It had helped him sleep as a child, why wouldn't it work for Y/N?

When Y/N came into his room in the middle of the night, Lestrade motioned for Y/N to follow him into the kitchen.

He heated up a glass of milk in the microwave, and handed it to Y/N.

"Thank you, Dad." Y/N said, carrying the warm glass into her bedroom.

"Sleep well, Y/N."

Written by: Leyla
Edited by: Mia