Prologue
*Authors note: I have loosely based John's milestones as a baby such as when he began talking and walking and such on my own achievements. Not that you care, but just as a by the way piece of knowledge. I'll update as much as I can to continue a good story. Obviously I own nothing related to Sherlock in any manner except for a book of the stories by Arthur Conan Doyle and a pretty sassy pillow my mom made for me. Enjoy!
The babysitter placed her pink plastic teacup on the floor and leaned back. In front of her, a three-year-old girl was babbling happily to her teddy bear about the baby sibling that was about to arrive home.
"—And they're gonna look up to me and everything! Right, Anna?"
The babysitter smiled at the girl's slight lisp, happy that the toddler had embraced the idea of sharing her parent's attention with another child so readily.
"Absolutely Harriet. I'm sure that you'll be the best big sister the world's ever seen." The child beamed at the praise before continuing to babble to her teddy bear.
A few hours later, night had fallen and Anna was in the den reading when she heard the front door click shut. She glanced up from her book and moved to the front hallway to greet Harriet's parents, David and Helen, and their brand new bundle of joy, wrapped up tightly in a light blue blanket and snoozing in David's arms.
"Harriet fell right asleep. All of today's anticipation most have worn her out," she informed the parents.
"I'd imagine so. It's certainly worn me out," the group chuckled at the Helen's remark. "I'm just going to head on up and check on little Harry. Thanks again for agreeing to watch her Anna. I know she can be a bit of a handful sometimes." "Anytime Mrs. Watson." The mother smiled, kissed David on the cheek, and was gone.
"So, what's his name?" Anna prodded David for information as she peered at the beautiful sleeping baby with rosy cheeks.
David grinned, "John Hamish Watson." He was excited to have a boy. Not that he minded having a girl, but a small part of him had always wanted to have a boy that he could take fishing, play football with, and raise the way a proper son should be raised.