All's Well That Ends Well
A/N
This is my first Sherlock fic so feedback would be appreciated :-)
"John? Your child needs changing." Sherlock announced to his colleague.
The pair of them, and little Rosie, were at the hospital. Mary had survived the shooting, but had been put into a coma after being operated on to allow her body to recuperate. That day, the doctor had informed John of plans to bring Mary round.
John, who was sitting on a chair next to his wife's bedside, looked at his friend. "You do it, then."
"Really?" Sherlock wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Yes." John handed the bag of baby things to Sherlock. "You need to take Rosie too." He held the baby out to him.
Sherlock raised his eyebrows. "Okay." He responded, and took Rosie from John. "Hello, Watson."
"Her name is Rosie!"
Sherlock left the room and John sat in silence for a few moments, gazing at Mary.
Tubes ran in and out of her body, machines bleeped away. Her face was pale and her hair was messed up, but to him, she looked beautiful.
They'd gone through a lot together, John had been so scared that he'd lose his wife when she got shot, and despite everything they'd gone through in the previous weeks, he still loved her the same.
A nurse made her way into the room and smiled at him. "Hi, Mr Watson. My name is Lauren and I'm going to be bringing your wife round."
John smiled back and nodded, too nervous to say anything else.
A few minutes later, Mary's eyes fluttered open.
"Hello love." John smiled. "You're in hospital, you're safe now. Vivien's in prison."
Tears spilled down Mary's face. "I'm really free?"
"Yes, Mary. You are." Said John, and kissed his wife on the cheek.
"Where's Rosie?" Mary asked.
"Sherlock's just gone to change her."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Knowing him, if he doesn't know how to change a nappy hell google it."
Mary chuckled. "That's true."
"Mary, you're awake." Said a voice behind him.
The couple turned to see Sherlock, who was holding a sleeping Rosie, a slight smile on his face.
Mary gasped in mock horror. "Is that a smile I see? I can't believe that you're so happy to see me awake. And I'd like to hold my daughter, please.
"My smiles may be rare;" Sherlock replied, "but when I do smile, I'm very glad that something's happened. Or I see a puppy."