Sherlock Oneshots (Mystrade/Johnlock/Mormor)

Sherlock Watson - Johnlock

These next couple of chapters will be based on songs. Cause I have a playlist that has a tonne of songs in it and I want to write stories around all of them.

By the way, I dislike children as I lived next to a preschool, so sorry if the writing for Rosie isn't how a child would act. If I ever write her in the future, that same rule applies.

Okay so 'Everything' by Michael Bublé is a song that my dad used to play for me when I was a child, and it's a beautiful song. So here ya go :)

Again, I know nothing about children

3rd Person P.O.V

Rosie was crying again. Not because she was an upset infant – she was almost 6 years old now – but because she was tired. She didn't want to go to bed until her dad got home, which left her father completely clueless as to what to do.

"Can you please stop crying? Your dad will be home soon." He was trying; he still wasn't very good at verbally communicating with her.

"But I want him to be here now!"

Sherlock looked up from his experiment (burning away the nails on a hand of a murdered farmer to see what's under them) and sauntered over to the crying child. He sighed, sitting beside her in John's armchair and hoisting her onto his lap.

"I want him to be here, too. But he isn't. And he'll be back very soon."

"Pa?"

"Yes?"

"When are you and Dad going to get married?"

Sherlock couldn't help but smile. He hugged her closer to him and she giggled into his coat.

"Well, one of us has to ask first."

Rosie looked up and sat back in her father's arms.

"Are you going to ask? Or is Dad going to ask?"

"I don't know, My Dear Watson. I would imagine your dad would ask, but I cannot predict the future."

"But Dad said you did predict the future! He says you're a geenee-us!"

Sherlock held back a laugh, amused at Rosie's pronunciation of the word 'genius'. Then, he sighed happily, thinking about John calling him a genius. He and John had been raising Rosie together for about 4 ½ years now, and they had been a couple for 3 years, 2 months and 15 days.

Not that Sherlock was counting.

Rosie didn't have many memories of her mother, as she was barely functioning when Mary was alive. Sherlock was the next best thing in Rosie's eyes. She had always loved Sherlock, and he was glad that that hadn't changed as she grew older. She immediately accepted him as her other father, calling him 'Pa'. The nickname was her choice, and it came out of nowhere. But, of course, it stuck. She didn't know any different now. She did question where her mum went but was too young to fully grasp what had happened. When she was older, she would understand.

John and Sherlock never actually had to tell her that they were a couple. When they first got together, they didn't know what to tell her.

Until Father's Day, when Rosie was 4.

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She gave them both a card that said 'Happy Father's Day'. John's was addressed to 'Dad' and Sherlock's was addressed to 'Pa'. The cards were, of course, riddled with spelling errors and adorable drawings, and they both were now stuck on the fridge.

"You are the bestest dads ever!" She yelled, spinning around the loungeroom before racing over to hug them both.

"We do try, My Dear Watson."