John and Sherlock were sitting quietly in the living room of flat 221B, when two teenage girls walked in. The first one was small. Not extremely so, but still. She stood about 5"2 and had short dark brown curls much like Sherlock's. Her eyes were a bright hazel and contrasted well with her pale skin. She wore a T-shirt sporting the British flag and dark grey jeans with black trainers. On each wrist was a wrist band. One was a rainbow of colours and the other was black with a skull decoration. She slung her backpack to the floor and sprawled out on the couch.

The second girl was also on the small side. Her height was around 5"3 and her long blond hair was pulled away from her face into a ponytail. Her eyes were a medium blue grey and she wore rectangular black glasses with yellow trim. Her skin was pale, but her cheeks were a rosy red, almost as if she was embarrassed. She wore a thin red and grey sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up. Adorning her wrists were bands similar to the other girl's except one was black with pink stripes and the other was black and white checkers. Her jeans were completely black and made her red high tops stick out. She walked to the sofa occupied by the short haired girl and sat down on the ground, leaning against it and pulled a laptop out of her messenger bag.

"How was your day girls?" John asked as Sherlock read over his case, unaware that the girls had arrived.

"It was horrible!" The blonde girl yelled. The short haired girl smiled proudly.

"Pepper, what did you do?" John asked, turning his gaze to the short haired girl.

"Stuff..." She replied.

"She wouldn't stop teasing me!" The blonde girl glared at Pepper.

"About what?" John had folded his newspaper up and turned his full attention to his bickering daughters. Sherlock continued to ignore the trio.

The blonde girl's face suddenly flushed. "Noth-" Her sister cut her off.

"The boy she likes!" Pepper smirked.

Sherlock's head shot up and his gaze bore into his daughters. "... A boy?"

"Sherlock..." John began before being interrupted.

"Did you hear her John? She said a boy!" Sherlock's voice was beginning to sound threatening.

"Yes, I heard her! It's not a big deal! Maddy is fourteen! It was bound to happen sometime!" John replied.

"It was NEVER supposed to happen!" Sherlock spoke quickly, closely eyeing his daughters. "With Pepper being a lesbian, we never have to worry about boys with her, and I was hoping we wouldn't have to worry about them with Maddy either! It wasn't supposed to happen John!"

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Yes it is, John! How can you say it's not that big of a deal!?" Sherlock was bewildered at his husband's calm reaction to the news about their daughter.

"Come now, Sherlock. We don't even know the boy's name and like you said, Maddy is fourteen. It's not like she is getting married."

"John!" Sherlock's voice was quite loud now and he glared at his lover whom was gazing steadily back.

"I'm right here, you know." The blonde girl called from the opposite side of the room where she sat, ticking away on the keyboard of her laptop.
They ignored her.

"Seriously, Sherlock. You're being ridiculous. You didn't react this way when Pepper got her first girlfriend." John was standing in front of his husband with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face.

"That was different." Sherlock was now looking anywhere but at John, knowing that he was fighting a battle he had already lost.

"How so?" John shot an apologetic smile at his blue-eyed daughter who responded with a small smile and mouthed "Thank you." over the top of her computer before going back to focusing what was on the screen.

"I...because..." The curly haired man seemed to be struggling for some sort of evidence to help him when his eyes lit up with triumph.

"Pepper can't get pregnant with a girlfriend! Maddy could, since she is attracted to the opposite sex which has the appropriate reproductive organs to impregnate her."

"DAD!" Maddy sounded absolutely horrified at the thought of being "impregnated" and looked at her father with shock written clearly on her face.

"Jesus Christ...Sherlock, is that really all you could come up with? She is fourteen, for God's sake! She isn't going to be having sex anytime soon!"

"PAPA!" Maddy was now looking at both of her parents with shock and horror whilst her sister lay behind her, laughing so hard that her face was completely red and tears were leaking out of her eyes.

"It is a valid reason to be worried, John. I want nothing but the absolute best for our children." Sherlock shuffled his feet and looked above John's head, hoping that his husband would at least give him some credit, because honestly, it WAS a perfectly good reason to be worried.

"This discussion is over, Sherlock. Leave it be. You hear me? Don't you dare go running any background checks or pestering Pepper for information on the poor boy." John waited patiently for his husband's reply. He was greeted with silence. "Sherlock..."

"Fine, John." Sherlock turned away from his husband with a flourish of his dressing gown and proceeded to continue reading the cold case file he had previously abandoned.

"Good. Now, would you girls like a cuppa?" John turned towards his daughters with a relaxed smile.

"Yes please, Papa." The two girls responded in sync without looking up from their respective electronic devices.

John smirked and shook his head before heading into the kitchen.

"Hoo hoo." A voice came from the entrance to 221B accompanied with a knock.
"Hello, Grandma." The girls yet again spoke in sync but this time, they lifted their heads from the screens they had been gazing at and smiled at the woman they know as "Grandma"

"Hello, Mrs. Hudson." John walked back into the living room and have the elderly woman a hug and a quick kiss to her cheek.

"Oh hello, John dear. I just got back from the store and I came to give the girls some sweets I purchased for them."
Said girls' heads shot towards their grandmother.

Maddy clicked a few more keys on her computer before shutting the lid, setting it on the coffee table, and standing up. Pepper hit a button on her phone, causing the screen to go black before she slipped it into her pocket and climbed over the edge of the couch. Her papa shot her a disapproving look, knowing she had picked up the habit of simply walking or climbing over things from her dad.

"Here you are, dearies." Mrs. Hudson dug around in her purse before pulling out two packets of Pocky candy.

"Thank you, Grandma!" The girls have their grandmother a kiss simultaneously on each cheek closest to them before grabbing their things and heading to their room.

"Ooh, I don't know if I'll ever get used to that." Mrs. Hudson uttered softly, referring to the girls moments of synchronized speech.

"It is slightly unnerving at times but they have done it since they learned to speak. You would think that they were twins with some sort of telepathic link." John smiled at the older woman.

"Nonsense, John. Telepathy is not possible. Why would you bring up something so idiotic?" Sherlock scoffed at his husband's absurd sentence without even looking up from his papers.

John sighed and smiled.

"Talk to him, dearie. I heard a bit of your spat. He is probably just worried about her." The landlady whispered to John before turning and heading back down th stairs to her flat.

"Sherlock, what has gotten into you? You're being rude and uncooperative. And it's not your normal rude attitude either. So come on, out with it." John walked over to his husband and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Sherlock stayed stiff for a moment before relaxing into his husband's embrace. He shifted in John's arms and turned to face him.

John smiled and led them both to the couch where Sherlock curled up and rested his head against his husband's shoulder. John waited until Sherlock spoke.

"I don't want her getting hurt by some stupid boy, John. Pepper has always been slightly tougher when it comes to handling heartbreak. She had her first girlfriend when she was thirteen, and yes, the first time she had her heart broken, it hurt her but..."

"You're worried because Maddy is slightly more sensitive to sentiment and is the younger of the two." John ran his hand through Sherlock's hair soothingly.

"Yes. It's not that either of them is weaker or stronger than the other but they have different traits, John. Maddy is more like you and you have always been so caring and people take advantage of that. Pepper is more like me and can manage to not care or at least pretend as though she doesn't."

"Oh Sherlock... It will be okay. It's just a crush. For now at least and if he ever hurts Maddy, Lord knows that Pepper won't let him get away with it. That is her little sister and you know how protective she is of Maddy." Sherlock snuggles deeper into his husband's chest and John had to strain to hear his muffled voice.

"I know. But she is my daughter, John. They both are. You and the girls are what really matter to me. I never once thought I would ever want a family, let alone actually have one. All three of you have changed me. And I'll be damned if anyone tries to hurt any of you." Sherlock looked up at his husband with fierce eyes.

"I know, Sherlock. We love you too." And with that, John pressed their lips together softly.