A/N: This is a brief little thing, all fluff. I imagine that if Sherlock was a parent, he'd soften up a bit. This is my first story on here, so feel free to submit constructive criticism... it all helps :) Anyway, enjoy the fluffy goodness! [Texting is in bold]

John was at work at the hospital, filling out paperwork. It had been a pretty slow day and he hadn't had any patients. He looked at the clock. There were only a few more minutes until his lunch break, so he decided to take it early. As he was heading downstairs, his phone beeped.

John, I can't find her anywhere. –SH

Last I saw her, she was wandering around 221B… -SH

Sherlock really needed to give more context when he was texting, John thought to himself.

who, sherlock? –JW

My daughter! Who did you think, Mrs Hudson? Well I guess that's plausible… -SH

oh god, sherlock. this is the third time this week! check in the laundry room. she likes my jumpers, try looking by the hamper. –JW

Thanks. Be right back… -SH

text me if you've found her. –JW

John fiddled with his phone impatiently for two minutes until it beeped again.

Oh my goodness I thought she hailed a cab or something. –SH

… Bad experiences with cabbies … -SH

stop making me laugh, i'm at lunch and my co-workers are staring at me. i assume you found her? –JW

You were right, about the hamper. How did you know? –SH

i knew… well, because a father always knows. –JW

with the exception of you, of course. –JW

She misses you, can't wait for you to come home. –SH

i suppose i could take the rest of the day off and say i'm feeling ill. -JW

Come to think of it, I would rather spend the rest of the day in bed… -SH

And Mrs Hudson's supposed to watch the little angel later on so… -SH

are you implying what i think you're implying? –JW

because if so, i'm on my way right now. –JW

You better be. –SH

christ, yes, alright. i'm leaving now. –JW

See you soon, xoxo –SH

John read Sherlock's last text message and smiled to himself, hailing a cab out in front of the hospital. He arrived back at 221B quicker than he expected, thank heavens. He paid the cabbie and fumbled with his keys in the lock only to bolt up the stairs in search of Sherlock. "Sherlock? Where are you?" he called out, setting his suitcase and keys on the coffee table.

"Daddy? Daddy?" A sweet little voice called out from the top of the stairs. John ran towards his little bundle of joy and scooped her up in his arms.

"Now, where's your father gone to now?" he asked, squatting down to her height and nuzzling her nose. John giggled as he picked up his daughter and kissed her on the forehead. "We should go find him, shouldn't we?" he asked, hiking her up so that she was on his shoulders. John walked into their bedroom and found Sherlock lying on the bed, reading. His reading glasses had slipped down the bridge of his nose, and his chin was on his chest.

"Well, well. Look who we've found, missy!" he exclaimed, grabbing her and settling her down next to Sherlock while he climbed over to the other side of the mattress. He gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Hello, love."

Sherlock smiled as he watched her snuggle up between them. John glanced over at Sherlock, somewhat confused. "What about Mrs Hudson picking her up?" he asked.

"Oh, she couldn't make it. She had plans with Mrs Turner. Why?" Sherlock put his book down on the bedside table. John blinked at him a few times.

"I just thought you and I—" Sherlock stopped him by nodding at the little girl. She was falling asleep against his chest. John smiled knowingly and cuddled up against the two. "Well at least I'm home with you two now."

A/N: I am a sucker for cuddling. It's simply too cute. Thanks for reading :D

-Purple