"It doesn't look very nice."
"Sherlock..."
"It's face is all scrunched up."
"Sherlock..."
"It looks like a prune."
"Sherlock!" John half yelled, causing a nurse to scowl at him from behind a clipboard. "Can you not call my daughter an 'it', please?"
They were standing around a cot, looking down at a small, scrunched up little thing that didn't look entirely human. Across the room, amongst all the bouquets that people had brought to congratulate the Watson's on their new addition; Mary lay snoring.
John looked over and smiled at her, then looked back at Sherlock. Sherlock was watching the baby intently. One side of his mouth had slowly started to curl upwards, and John grinned.
"I was gonna wait until Mary wakes up." John started, turning to face Sherlock. Sherlock drew his eyes away from Baby Watson and looked at John, raising his eyebrows slightly. "But... We want you to be her godfather."
Johns grin broadened as Sherlocks face contorted slightly. It was almost as though he was holding back a yell. His hand began twitching slightly, and he was desperately trying not to open his mouth. After what seemed like an age, however, he span around and knelt down by the cot.
"I didn't mean you looked like a prune." And that was all he said before he straightened up, fixed his facial expression into one of no emotion, and walked calmly and quietly out of the room. A few moments later however, John couldn't help but laugh as he heard a somewhat enthusiastic voice half shout, half sing: "Molly, they've me the Godfather!".
So here is a little drabble. I was thinking about maybe doing this as a series of one shots? What do you think? And I'm open to name suggestions! XD - Thisisnataliexd