Dean
A smile spread across John Watson's face as he held his newborn son for the first time. Mary sat beside him in the hospital bed, looking exhausted, but happy as she gazed at the child. "He's beautiful," he murmured.
Mary smiled at John's sentimentality. "Sherlock's will be getting anxious out there."
"Probably scaring the nurses with his deductions. Better go fetch him." He handed the baby back to Mary. "I'll be right back."
Sure enough, John found the consulting detective in the waiting room, leaning on the reception desk and giving the woman behind it the life story of the couple walking in. Sherlock saw him immediately and walked towards him. "John," he said. "It's been four hours."
"Sorry Sherlock. I wanted to let Mary rest until they brought the baby back. Without your incessant talking."
Sherlock looked a bit miffed, but he followed John back to the room. Mary smiled as they walked in, the baby sleeping peacefully in her arms. Sherlock walked right over and looked down at the child. "A boy," he said immediately.
"The tests were wrong," said John, walking over to join them.
"What did you call him?"
"Dean," answered John.
"Dean, Sherlock repeated slowly, clearly disappointed in the name.
"Dean Sherlock Watson."
Sherlock's mouth twitched upward. "A good choice."