One Sided Arguments

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Summary: In which Sherlock argues with Baby Watson. Sherlolly.

"There's no way I'm doing it, you can't make me."

"What do you mean it's for my own good? You don't understand!"

"For you? You just want to see me make a fool out of myself, don't you? How predictable."

"I am not asking Molly out, and that's final."

"Argh! Where would I start if I ask her out?"

"I don't think she even fancies me anymore. She just broke up with her fiancé, she'll misunderstand, and I've never even been kind to her before, what will she think?"

"What do you know, anyway, you can't even talk. You barely even make any sound, you are no early bloomer."

"Fine, clearly you know everything, so, I'll…I'll do it…tomorrow. Yes, I'll do it tomorrow."

"What do you mean I have to do it now?"

"I will certainly not delete it."

"…"

"FINE! I'll do it now, on the phone."
"Niah!"

"…"
"Don't tell your Dad."
Sherlock left the baby on the high chair, picked up his phone from his pocket, pressed the quick dial, and held it up to his ear. He glanced at the baby who's looking at him expectantly, her blue eyes huge and filled with curiosity.
"She's not picking up, she's probably at work."
The baby gave him a stern glance.
"Fine, I'll text her."
The baby threw up her hands and slammed them down on the table.
"What do you want? She's not picking up!"

"…"
The phone rang. Sherlock slowly turned his head around to stare at it, then whipped his head around to look at the baby, who prompted him onwards with a saliva covered spoon.
"Um… Hello?"
"Sherlock? You called?"
"Yes."

"…"
"Well?"
"I…I wanted to ask if you have any free time tonight."

"Hello?"
"Why?"
"Just… No reason."
"I do have free time tonight, actually"
"Great, I'll pick you up at eight."
"Wait, are you asking me-"
Sherlock punched his phone to end the call.
"Happy?" He asked the baby.
"Niah!"

Across the city, Molly felt a warmth slowly sweep through her body as her blush spread, she clutched the phone to her heart, and allowed herself a small smile.

At the door of 221B, Dr. and Mrs. Watson struggled not to burst out laughing at what they had just heard take place inside the living room.