BBC Sherlock Imagines (Book 2)

Johanna Meets Rosie Watson

Request for margotdaisy and her brilliant mind

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"Daddy, why do we have to go to the hospital to see Rosie?"

"Because she was just born yesterday and it's too early to take her home."

"Did I have to stay in the hospital too when I was born?" asked six year old Johanna.

"Mhmmm," he hummed, smiling as he watched her in the rearview mirror. He had struggled to put her hair into a ponytail that morning, but from this angle you couldn't even tell he had left some hairs out in the back.

"Will mummy be there?" she asked.

"Yes, after she gets off work," he answered. They pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, and Sherlock opted for the first free spot he saw, instead of trying to look for one closer. He parked the car and got out, opening the door and unclipping little Johanna from her booster seat. They walked hand in hand through the double doors, the smell of antiseptic stinging their noses.

"Can we take the elevator?" Her puppy dog eyes worked on Sherlock and he obliged, pressing the up button and walking inside with her as the door opened. As the door was closing, a hand stopped it and in stepped you. "MUM!" screamed Johanna, hugging your legs tightly.

You hugged her back, and leaning forward, greeted Sherlock with a kiss on the cheek. He returned it with a happy smile. "Get off of work early?" he asked.

"Yes, thankfully," you grinned, lifting up Johanna and planting a big kiss on her cheek.

"Mummy did you know that kissing is descended from rats?" she asked, and you removed your lips from her.

"No I did not, and I kind of wish I didn't know that," you chuckled, letting her down.

"Daddy told me that's why I should never kiss anybody, otherwise I'll turn into a rat."

You raised your eyebrow at Sherlock, and he shrugged his shoulders innocently. "Just trying to save our little girl."

The elevator bell dinged as you reached the third floor, and the three of you stepped out, heading straight for room 314. Once there, you knocked, and the door was opened by a nurse. "Visitors I'm presuming?" she asked. You three nodded your heads in unison and she let you in the room.

Mary lay on the bed with dark circles that had drawn themselves under her eyes, but they lit up when you walked through the door. John had been dozing off in a chair nearby and he awoke abruptly when Sherlock spoke. "Can barely make it 24 hours? I doubt you'll last long as a father."

"Says the man who fell asleep during a case when his daughter was born," John shot back while rubbing his eyes and standing up.

"Oh boohoo," you teased, "try birthing the child and then tell us about being tired."

"Amen to that," croaked Mary, putting her hand out for a high five as you walked towards her and set the "new mother" gift basket you had made on her bedside table. "What's this?" she asked.

"Just some essentials that I wish I would've had when I was in the hospital," you smiled. John and Sherlock were in the corner now, discussing who knows what, and you realized you were missing Johanna. You turned a full 360 before realizing she was off to the side of Mary's bed, her head peering over the side of a small crib, where you saw a little bundle sleeping soundly.

You walked over to her, and looking over head, saw the face of an angel. Little Rosie Watson. Her cheeks were the color of red hands on a cold day and her eyes were dark, still undeciding of what color they would inhabit for the rest of her life. She stared only for a little before her eyes drooped close and she fell into a newborn sleep. You were dragged back in time six years ago when your own little bundle of joy was born.

"Too cute to be the child of John," said a deep voice behind you.

"I said the same thing about Johanna," shot back John.

"Quiet daddy and uncle, you're ruining the moment," whispered Johanna, her eyes wide with wonder and love. "Can I hold her?" she asked to Mary.

"Not yet sweety, let her grow a bit and then you can," you answered.

"When will she be big enough to play with me and solve cases with us? I already know we'll be best friends," she sighed, reaching a tiny hand in the crib and running it down the blanket. The room stayed quiet, everyone gazing at the beginning of a beautiful sistership. "Daddy you'll let her solve cases with us right?"

You turned to your husband, who now to was gazing upon the baby. His eyes looked warm and welcoming, just how they'd look the first time he laid eyes on Johanna. You could tell already that Rosie would be just like another daughter to him. You grinned inwardly, thankful for the family you had gained with these people.

"Of course she can help us darling, she is a Watson after all. Watson's and Holmes must always work together, that's how the case gets solved best."

A/N

11 DAYS PEOPLE, 11 DAYS.

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