"Daddy! Daddy!" Livingston shouted as his Father walked through the door to their flat.
"Hey, Livvy!" said Sherlock as he hugged his youngest child. His pregnant wife emerged from the kitchen, and walked over to her exhausted husband. They collapsed on the sofa as Livingston went to find his sisters Adelaide, Evangeline and Margaret. Sherlock's wife Molly was 5 months pregnant with their fifth child. They had wanted another child, and Livingston was always getting annoyed at being the youngest. "How was your trip?" Molly asked. Sherlock had been in Scotland investigating a robbery. The robbery of Balmoral was a national affair. Many precious royal belongings had been taken.
"Good. I met the Queen yesterday. She was very grateful that I caught the culprit. We had a long conversation. She asked me whether I was married ETC. I said Yes, and that we had four children and a fifth was on the way. She asked what they were called, and if there was a reason, Why? I told her that we named Margaret after her sister, and that If we had another daughter, we were going to name it Elizabeth, after her and her mother. She seemed very interested in all the legal proceedings to do with the case too. She was fascinated by how the robber got in. We talked all afternoon, and she invited us to her next large banquet. Just us, not the children. She said it would most likely be before you have the baby." Sherlock said.
"How wonderful! Oh, Sherlock, Love, Mrs Hudson threw out the thumbs that were in the fridge and the eyeballs that were in the microwave. She's paranoid about your health since you had that stomach illness."
"That's fine. I was going to throw them out anyway." He kissed his wife and put his hand on her protruding abdomen. Before he could say anything else, six arms engulfed him. Adelaide, Evangeline and Margaret, Sherlock and Molly's daughters had snuck up behind him while he was talking to Molly. Adelaide and Evangeline were twins, Margaret had had a twin sister, but her twin, Jane, was still born. Margaret was a spitting image of Sherlock, the same magical eyes, the same cheekbones, the same hair. Everything. Adelaide and Evangeline looked alot like their mother, except they had Sherlock's hair. Livingston was the only one who inherited Molly's hair. There was a massive contrast between Molly's mousy brown hair, and Sherlock's chocolate brown barnet. Livingston, known as Livvy to family, had Molly's eyes, and her personality. All the girls were as sharp witted and clever as Sherlock. Margaret was the only one to inherit the powers of deduction. Sherlock and Margaret liked to walked around London, deducing things about. On family outings, they would do it too, to wind up Molly. It would make Livvy really mad, because he couldn't do it. He tried and Tried. Margaret could, like Sherlock, tell a software designer by his tie and a Pilot by his left thumb. Molly and Sherlock wondered whether this was because Margaret had always spent more time around her father than her mother. Adelaide, Evangeline and Livingston had always spent more time with their mother, as they were more like her than Sherlock. Sherlock had always spent more time with Margaret because she was interested in things that she was interesting. She would grab her father's gun and Shoot the wall when she was bored. She would play the violin while thinking and sometimes her and her father wouldn't speak to anyone for days on end. Sherlock and Molly's children were home schooled, so they didn't have to deal with bullies. Evangeline and Adelaide had gone to school briefly, but were bullied because of their likeness to their father. They were keen to do well. Too keen for everyone else to handle. When they were 6, they could have done a GCSE exam with ease. They did, and got A*s.
Sherlock had been home a week, when he got a phone call from DI Lestrade, asking for him and John Watson to come to scotland yard. John, however was on holiday, so Instead of telling Lestrade that, He took Margaret along with him. She was more able than John when it came to dealing with Lestrade, Anderson, and Donovan. She could cope better with Lestrade and Anderson making fun of Sherlock. She could deal with Donovan calling Sherlock a freak. She was used to it. In all their free time, Sherlock and Margaret would be down at Scotland Yard or in the Morgue, looking at files for people who had died on Sherlock's previous cases. Sherlock would read the name, and see what Margaret could deduct. Then, he would say the age, and where they were from. She would deduct more, and then Sherlock would show her the file, so she could see what she missed out. She always got everything right and never forgot anything. On this particular day, Margaret was very glad she had gone with her father to see Lestrade as when Sherlock walked through the door, He immediately turned around and walked out. Margaret walked in and Saw her Uncle Mycroft, she followed in her father's footsteps and walked straight out of the room.