It was 3 o'clock in the morning when the cry rang out through 221B. Molly stirred and went to get up. She felt a hand on her arm.

"I'll get her." Sherlock said. "Go back to sleep."

He made his way to the nursery where little Lindsey was crying. Her small pink face was screwed up and large tears rolled down her face. Sherlock picked her up and cradled her to his chest.

"What has you so upset my sweet?" He asked. Lindsey stopped crying. She looked up at him with her icy blue eyes. "I see. You wanted some attention. Well, let's be quiet so we don't wake up mummy."

Sherlock sat in the rocking chair. He rocked back and forth with Lindsey. He took the time to observe every little detail of his daughter, and saved it in his mind palace. From her wispy locks of brown hair to the adorable shape of her nose, he dedicated to memory. Lindsey obviously had his blue eyes, but the hair was all Molly.

"Your mummy loves you so much. I love you too. Uncle John and Aunt Mary love you. Lestrade loves you as does Mrs. Hudson. Even Anderson likes you." Sherlock spoke to her. "You want to know a secret? I do believe you are more beautiful than John's baby. Of course, no one should have expected anything different. Look at who your parents are."

Lindsey grabbed at Sherlock's curly black hair.

"Let's not play with that." Sherlock said.

Lindsey grabbed his finger instead.

"That's better. You are a strong girl. You get that from me." Sherlock replied.

Lindsey began to get fussy. Sherlock decided to try something he had heard Molly do on these occasions.

You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know dear how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.

Lindsey calmed when she heard him singing. Sherlock smiled at her and sang his own version.

You are my Lindsey. My only Lindsey. You make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know dear how much I love you. Please don't take my Lindsey away.

Molly rolled over at 4 o'clock to find Sherlock's side of the bed empty. She got up and wrapped herself in her dressing gown and went to the nursery. What she saw brought tears to her eyes. Sherlock was asleep with Lindsey in his arms.

Sherlock Holmes, the consulting detective, was the most perfect father and husband anyone could ask for. Molly went over and tucked the two in with a blanket. She went to bed again and left them to their father-daughter nap.