The Science of Parenting
Rating: K
Pairings: Sherlolly and John/Mary
Author's Note: So, no internet; can't do homework, Tumblr is unavailable to distract me, soooo writing time! The name is credits to my brother who was helping me brain storm. I thought it was kind of perfect, I hope you guys like it too! Okay, on with it.
Only the Absolute Best
"You're going to look so pretty, dad!"
Sherlock nodded with a slight smile on his face. Molly was off at work and Sherlock would not accept any case at the moment.
"I'm sure you're doing a wonderful job, Lilith."
Lilith grabbed her Barbie branded pink lip gloss and carefully applied it to Sherlock's puckered lips. She mimicked mushing her lips together and Sherlock did the same, a bit disgusted by the stickiness on his lips but he ignored it.
"You'll get to see it later, I promise. Mummy's going to enjoy this!"
That peaked Sherlock's interest. He closed his eyes as Lilith applied a warm brown eye-shadow to his lids.
"Why exactly would mum enjoy this?"
"Uhh…" Lilith concentrated a bit more on making the color even and grabbed a tube of mascara before responding, "Because she always says you're a drama queen!" She unscrewed the top and the furry black brush popped off.
Sherlock tried not to flinch as she came toward him with the wand.
"Did she now?" He said through clenched teeth. He would have a vigorous talk with Molly afterward.
Lilith nodded enthusiastically as she brushed his lashes with the goop.
"Dad, queens must have their face done at all times! What took you so long?"
Sherlock hummed and blinked furiously after she finished. He smudged it a bit and Lilith jammed her thumb underneath his eye and rubbed it away.
"Forgive me, Lilith. I was… unaware I held such a title." Sherlock need not suck in his cheeks so his daughter could apply the blusher but she made him do so anyway. She giggled as his cheeks virtually disappeared. She grabbed a tiny brush and applied a light pink blusher on the sharp apples of his cheeks.
"It's alright dad," Lilith grabbed a few barrettes and yanked her father's head down so she could clip them all in different directions. She pulled his hair every time but Sherlock got through it, "Just make sure your face is done for all your royal subjects!"
Sherlock smile grew as his daughter giggled at her own little joke.
"But of course! If I'm the queen that makes you my little princess," Sherlock ruffled her crazy curly mane and she squealed out of happiness.
"That's right! Oh my, I am a princess!" Lilith jumped atop her father and Sherlock huffed as she squeezed all the air from his lungs.
He chuckled none the less. He reached over to her miscellaneous box and found a plastic tiara that when on the head on one of her dolls.
"There you are; no princess is complete without the proper head-gear."
Sherlock smiled brightly as he placed the tiara on her head. Lilith squeaked and got up; twirling around in her light blue dress, curtsying when she made a full 360.
"But you're too young, so no princes yet."
Lilith pouted, "When will I find my prince?"
"In fifty to sixty years," Sherlock deadpanned.
Lilith frowned. That was way too long for her to wait for a prince!
"Fine, what if I get a princess? When will she come?"
"In fifty to sixty years," Sherlock repeated. Gender was irrelevant, his daughter would never marry.
(In years to come, Sherlock will try to keep his promise to himself.)
"Knock, Knock."
Sherlock and Lilith turn their heads to see a beaming Molly at the front door.
"Mummy's- Oh my god, Sherlock what is on your face?"
Lilith giggled and Sherlock frowned.
"For a wife you really know how to make your partner feel inadequate. It's my face."
Molly shook her head and giggled at Sherlock's remark. Lilith ran over to her mother with a wide smile and tightly hugged her.
"You're wife, mind you. Hello my lovely little Lilith, how are you today?"
"I'm well, thank you, mummy. I made dad a queen, so that made me a princess!"
Lilith twirled once again and Molly raised an eyebrow at Sherlock with a smirk.
"A queen you say? He looks beautiful, darling. And so do you!" Molly placed a stray brown curl away so Molly could see her face, "Look at you, my beautiful princess! Has your mum given you a shower yet?"
Lilith gasped a bit, turning to look back at her father who in fact raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"N-no, other mummy hasn't," Lilith replied through a fit of giggles.
Molly winked at Sherlock, "Go take one then, love."
Lilith nodded, "Okay!"
As Lilith ran off, Sherlock stood and walked over to Molly.
"Wipe that cheeky smirk off, Molly."
Molly crossed her arms, she loved this.
"Why's that, dear? I'm enjoying this."
"Yes, Lilith said you would." Sherlock nodded softly and gazed down at his wife. They stared into each other's eyes before bursting out laughing.
Sherlock leaned in and puckered his glossy lips and Molly happily accepted them.
"Ooh, quite a bit of gloss she put on you," Molly said, wiping some of it off on her arm.
"Unhygienic. And yes, she says I should have my face done at all times since you said I was a… drama queen, was it? Oh yes, it was."
Molly crinkled her nose, wrapping her arms around his neck and brought him down to an intense kiss, making him forget about the possible argument. She giggled when she pulled back and he tried to follow her lips once more.
"I don't recall dear," She said nonchalantly, "I cannot believe I am looking at…" Molly began giggling again as Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Sheryl Holmes. My beautiful, incredibly fit, pouty wife," Molly smacked Sherlock's bum and he jumped, a bit surprised by the action.
Sherlock cleared his throat, "Yes, well, don't all fathers allow their child to take pleasure from dressing up for them?"
Molly's expression softened and she spoke lowly, "Only the absolute best."
Sherlock wrapped an arm around her waist, and brought her closer, using his other hand to smooth out her kinky brown hair.
"Yes, well. I guess you'll have to enjoy your wife tonight, won't you?" He stared into her dilated pupils and a bright smile grew on his face.
Molly beamed at him, giving him another peck.
"I love you."