Okay, So this is like my very first fic! Sherlolly all the way. Please read and review! And let me know if you would like it to be continued.
December 21st
"Claire Sheryl Watson," said Mary, beaming at the little pink bundle in her hands.
"Aww ! That's a lovely name!" Mrs. Hudson said moving forward to hold the peacefully sleeping baby.
"Mrs. Hudson!" came a low growl from the left end of Mary's bed. "You can't touch the baby before disinfecting your hands. You've been decorating that bloody tree with those ridiculous baubles and hanging mistletoes over the entire flat. So hold your awws & wash your hands first."
"Oh Sherlock-" Mrs. Hudson argued.
"NOW!" Sherlock scolded.
Mrs. Hudson rushed to the wash basin at the corner of the hospital room glaring at Sherlock & muttering under her breath.
"Hello everyone!" said a soft pleasant voice from by the door.
"Ah! Molly, do come in," John said giving her a quick hug. "Meet Claire Sheryl Watson," he added proudly as Molly sat by the chair beside the bed.
"She's really beautiful. Congratulations!"Molly said brightly smiling at the parents and eventually at Sherlock.
Sherlock awkwardly shifted in his seat & looked away.
"What took you so long!? My baby has been waiting for Aunt Molly since ages!" Mary whined.
Clearly irritated by the over dramatic display of affection, Sherlock began "What ages!? The baby was born not more than four hours ago! Now, the average duration of the term AGE can-"
"Shut up Sherlock!" John interrupted. "And for the record, our little girl has a name. Did you even hear it Mr. SHERLOCK IS ACTUALLY A GIRL'S NAME?"
"Yes. Claire – not very unique of a name-origin of the word French, meaning clear, bright obviously chose by Mary because of-"
"For heaven's sake Sherlock! Stop your bloody deductions!" John literally screamed in frustration to which little Claire woke up.
And just when they thought that she was about to cry, she looked at Molly & smiled.
"OH look, she likes you!" Mary said as Molly took the baby in her arms and Mrs. Hudson awed. Again.
"Hello Claire," Molly said as the baby took hold of stray hair strands from Molly's ponytail & began playing with them, on which Mrs. Hudson & both the proud parents awed.
Normally, in a situation like this, Sherlock would've scowled in disgust & excused himself by placing both the hands under his chin carefully slipping into his mind palace. But he didn't. Instead, he found himself gazing at Molly which was weird because he was not making any deductions. His brain had stopped functioning & something stirred inside him. Suddenly a warm feeling crept over him & he felt the urge to brush a strand off Molly's face.
Just then, the nurse came in for check up & politely requested the lot to leave. Sherlock was still staring as Molly carefully placed Claire back on the bed & made a mental note to review what exactly happened to him. John saw this.
"So when are they discharging you? Can you be home for Christmas?" Molly inquired.
"Oh yes I am arranging a little get together for all of us at my place. We will sing carols, Sherlock will play violin. I am even trying out a new cheesecake recipe with raspberry sauce and the new minty sprinklers they are showing on the TV. Even Greg & the doctor from the hospital (Mike Stamford) is going to join us. " Mrs. Hudson said excitedly.
"The doctor said we can go home tomorrow, so we'll be there Mrs. Hudson" Mary assured.
They said their goodbyes & shortly after Molly rushed back to work saying she had to finish loads of paperwork and Sherlock waited outside with Mrs. Hudson & John.
He reviewed the incident in his mind palace & decided to ignore it eventually thinking it was trivial and a momentary sentiment which didn't mean anything-or did it?
"Hang on-" Mrs. Hudson brought him out of his trance. "You didn't ask Molly to wash her hands before she took the baby."
"Oh don't be ridiculous Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock replied. "Molly would never be ignorant of such detail. After all, she is MY pathologist"
Mrs. Hudson scowled but John noticed his choice of words.