"You Don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them" -Desmond TuTu

*Sherlock makes a promise, Nevaeh calls him a name he had never expected, and also tries new food. John, Rosie, Greg and Molly visit. They finally realize how much this girl changed their friends life. Also people get suspicious of the famous detective adopting. Basically Fluff :)*

Enjoy!~


It's been only a week since Sherlock's life has changed and boy, it has. He got more visits from his mother and father, making sure that their granddaughter was settling in well. Her cut on her head was healing well, which meant that she was able to sleep on her back instead on her stomach or sides.

And it didn't make anythung better, because when she slept on her stomach, her chest would hurt. Almost like it was constricting. Sherlock didn't know about it, but she intends to keep it a secret for as long as possible.

Even Mycroft visited sometimes, he even dropped off those old books Sherlock had mentioned to Nevaeh before. And Nevaeh was excited to read more books.

It was a surprise to the Holmes', on how mature Nevaeh was. No doubt, more maturer than a teen. She was polite, quiet and sat up straight, to be formal. They had also noticed she was way smarter than a 8 year old should be. All of them wondered if she could placed in secondary school. Which was middle school, but they would have to wait until they would talk about school. Though she was on the shorter side than most of Holmes' but non the less she may be able to grow a bit more.

Sherlock however, seemed to enjoy her small form anyways.

They managed to replace the old fridge out and the new one to be placed. It was a lot more roomy and no head or jar of fingers to be seen. The microwave was new and clean, one where Sherlock can't heat up science experiments.

Nevaeh seemed to have finished the first of the Chronicles of Narnia, and was already reading the second series. Sherlock really didn't take any cases that week, mostly on the phone or email to be precise, but it wasn't a bother to him. He was glad to take a break and learn to be a father.

And it was treating him well.

Sherlock found a new routine for them. Every morning he would get up late or early, depending if he heard Nevaeh's footsteps go down the stairs. But sometimes, she ended up in his bedroom for some reason, not that she told him yet. He was learning to cook for them -from Mrs. Hudson of course-. After that, they would lounge around. Sherlock maybe on the phone talking to Lestrade, or on his computer, taking cold cases.

He noticed that Nevaeh was getting settled in as well.

She started warming up to him more and more. To sometimes sleeping in his bedroom for comfort, asking to get things that were way to high and also snuggling beside him whenever he sat next to her.

Sherlock had the habit when the girl would snuggle, he would wrap his long arms around her and kiss her head, as if he's been doing it for years. They would talk, or be silent and that was okay.

Nevaeh was able to take off her cast when Sherlock called about the cast. When the doctor approved, she took it off, relieved that the heavy thing wasn't weighing her down now. Though, she still had to wrap a cloth around her wound, so it wouldn't get infected. Sherlock was even healed from his transplant on his hip. It didn't bother him and he was able to twist and turn as much as he likes to.

The detective knew that John, Molly and Lestrade was curious as hell with Nevaeh. He presumed that they never expected this kind of side of Sherlock, but, oh how the tides have turned.

He received a message from each of his colleagues, wondering how fatherhood was doing. Sherlock decided to text them to just come visit. He was obviously to lazy to text, and talking would be more easier.

Nevaeh was reading her book as usual. Surprisingly, she didn't really enjoy watching mindless television. It bored her to the extreme and reading was just as better. Her imagination was way more better than television. Nevaeh had always imagined her putting herself in these books and how it would ended. Sometimes it was a good ending and other times it continued to more greater depth.

Sherlock plopped right next to Nevaeh, who immediately turned to Sherlock and snuggled against his side. He wrapped his arm around and her gave a lingering kiss on the head, while she still read, the book in her hand.

"Who were you talking to?" She asked, not looking up from her book.

"My colleagues. They were wondering how you've been, and they want to visit us." Sherlock answered with a grumble.

"Oh, when are they coming?" She asked.

On cue, he got a 3 buzzes from his phone. Sherlock unlocked his phone and sighed, putting his electronic on the coffee table, "Tomorrow." Nevaeh checked the time, it was almost 19:23pm.

"What time?"

Sherlock shrugged, "Most likely in the afternoon." Nevaeh nodded, and proceeded reading. She was a bit nervous of meeting John, and though she had met John during the first time she had met Sherlock, it was still nerve-wracking. Nevaeh met Molly when she first came home. Molly was beautiful and petite, but her tiredness over led to being quiet and very shy. But now that she was in a comfortable environment, she could possibly get along with them.

Nevaeh's thoughts stopped, when her's and Sherlock's stomachs growled, obviously wanting food. Nevaeh giggled nervously, making Sherlock chuckle a quietly.

"Well, I guess we're both hungry?" Sherlock smiled as he kissed her head one more time before getting up to go to the kitchen. Nevaeh nodded enthusiastically and sat up, following Sherlock behind, leaving the book on the couch.

They went into the kitchen and Sherlock opened the new fridge, looking inside.

Ah, right, they needed to get food. One mental note that slipped off his mind.

He closed the door and looked at Nevaeh, who staring curiously at him. Sherlock was never tired of looking at those bright blue, ocean eyes. It was like he would be in a trance every time. How was she able to do that?

"We don't have food right now. Maybe we can get some take-out, hmm?" He asked. Nevaeh nodded. Sherlock went back into the living room and grasped his phone. "Do you know what you like, or restaurant suggestions?" He asked.

"I never really have take-out, so just get me what your getting, I guess." She answered.

"I have a brilliant one." Sherlock grinned. He dialed the the number and ordered the food. He hung up and walked to the coat rack. Nevaeh looked at him confusedly, "Why do you need that?"

"We need to pick it up. Unfortunately, they do not deliver. I called so it will be pre-made." Sherlock replied. "Do you want to come with me?"

Nevaeh nodded and she let Sherlock hand her the coat -which when he found out how much it resembled his coat, his heart exploded with love for this girl- She tied her shoe laces and put on her coat, letting it fall to small form.

"Ready?" Sherlock asked.

Nevaeh hummed.

They showed themselves out the door and into the dark, cold, air. Nevaeh immediately stayed close to Sherlock and clung onto his hand. Sherlock let his big hands wrap around the much smaller one, as his new instincts over drove him with protecting his daughter.

They walked close together, reaching their destination to Thai restaurant. One that Sherlock and John would order. Walking inside and keeping Nevaeh close to his body as there was a lot people there ordering, he came to register and said his name to the food worker.

The person nodded and grabbed a bag that was already ready and placed it on the counter. While Sherlock was paying, Nevaeh was looking around. She saw cats waving one paw, and some exquisite decoration hanging. It smelled of bathroom supplies, food and grease.

Everyone was either waiting for their food, or they were sitting with family surrounding them.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Sherlock's hand tugged at her's and off they went. They walked in unison as their stomachs were anticipating for food.

The stars and moon out brightened the dark night. Nevaeh was looking up at the stars as the pair walked. "You like the night?" Sherlock asked softly as he took a glance at Nevaeh, who's head was held up high.

"Yeah, I enjoy it. But I don't like staying out in the dark. It's sometimes scary." She said quietly.

"And why is that?" Sherlock inquired.

Nevaeh shrugged. I always loved the moon and stars. How they would bright up the dark. But when I am alone in the dark, I get scared. I can't see, so I can't protect myself." She admitted. Unfortunately, her boarding school taught her to defend herself, because sometimes no one will be able to help you. And she kept that in mind. But she did have 2 great friends to also help her.

She felt Sherlock stop, his hand clenching around her hand.

Nevaeh saw Sherlock kneel down in front of her, placing the bagged food on the cement, he looked straight into her eye, his silver eyes meeting her beautiful blue eyes. "You will never be alone again. As you are my daughter. I will protect you from harm. You do not need to worry about being afraid, because I will always be with you." Voice filled with integrity.

The girl thought for a moment.

She placed her forehead on his, and whispered, "Promise?"

He leaned in, "I promise."

"I love you, dad." She said wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Sherlock's heart stopped, and then beating quickly as he processed the words that the child had said through their mouth.

"I...I love you too." He told her, doing the same thing the girl did. "Please call me that whenever." He murmured out loud. unaware that he had said that, until the girl backed away from the hug. Horror and embarrassment struck his face, "I-if you want to. You don't ha-"

"No, no...I'd love too. I just didn't know when to call you that..." Nevaeh conceded.

Sherlock grinned slightly, "Well my dear, you had the right to call me that when I first signed the adoption papers." He joked. Nevaeh laughed sweetly, and Sherlock relished her laugh.

"Alright, why don't we go inside, hmm?" He said, standing up, taking the take-out off the cold floor, which surprisingly still warm.

Nevaeh bobbed her head up and down, grabbing his hand, and continuing going home.


She had never had this type of food before. It was really good, the warm food going down her throat. No wonder everyone was there, ordering. They had finished their dinner, and Nevaeh was back at reading again, snuggling against Sherlock who was mindlessly going through his emails, scrolling through with his finger.

Neveah yawned and looked at the clock. It was almost 22:30pm. She went back to reading her back, but eventually her tired eyes pulled her in, as she closed them and slowly went limp.

"Nevaeh?" Sherlock called, but didn't realize she had fallen asleep against him. "Oh..." letting his lips quirk upward. Sherlock gradually pushed Nevaeh off oh him so he could get up.

He steadily lifted Nevaeh into his arms, letting her head lean against his chest. He walked to the stairs and looked completely skeptical. What if he dropped her? What is she gets injured. Sherlock resolved his problem as he led the sleeping girl into his bedroom. Lying her down and covering her with a blanket for her small form, letting go until it reached her chin.

Feeling his own drowsiness take a hold of him, he changed swiftly into his pajamas, making sure she was still sleeping as he kept glancing and seeing she hasn't made a move. Sherlock quietly slid under the covers, careful not to wake up Nevaeh.

She stirred for a moment and then sighed in contentment, finding a comfortable spot. Sherlock couldn't help but smile at the endeavor. She was so sweet, and though he would never admit it, Sherlock loved this child more than anything. She had changed his life he couldn't describe.

Not able to keep his eyes open any longer, he closed them and drifted off to sleep.

Nevaeh managed to wake up and see that she was in Sherlock's room. She didn't know why, but she felt serene of his presence there. She scooted closer to him, but was startled as his long arms pulled her in to his chest.

"You move a lot." Sherlock grumbled sleepily, kissing his daughter on the head, and letting his lips stay there.

Nevaeh smiled drowsily, and snuggled in, "Love you daddy." She mumbled.

Sherlock took a moment and eventually said it back, though it was a much airy voice, "Love you too..."


Molly was the first to arrive. It was almost 13:00pm. Which was a good rational timing. The petite woman walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. She waited for a few moments until a curly, tall man opened the door.

"Molly." Sherlock greeted, his baritone voice filling her ears. "Its good seeing you again."

"You as well, Sherlock. You look good." she replied.

Sherlock grinned and gave a small peck on her cheek before letting her go inside.

Hanging her coat, Sherlock came up to her and ushered her that Nevaeh was in the living room. He needed to get something from Mrs. Hudson. She saw the girl. She was reading her favorite book on the couch, not even noticing the guest here. She was wearing a long sleeved shirt and some jeans to go with her shirt. She looked like a different kid from what she saw in the hospital.

The girl then looked up, now aware that the woman was staring at her. She lowered the book and gave a small grin, "Hello!"

Molly was even more surprised that the girl was even speaking to her. During the hospital, she didn't even acknowledged the woman.

"Oh, Hi!" Molly replied back, "I see your doing well! Has Sherlock been taking good care of you?"

Nevaeh nodded and smiled, "Mhm! He's been very kind to me."

Molly smirked. Who knew freaking Holmes would be good with kids. "I am very glad. What book are you reading?"

"Oh! It's called Chronicles of Narnia." Nevaeh answered, flipping some pages.

"Would you recommend it?" Molly asked.

"Oh definitely! It was such a good plot and really awesome characters!" The girl explained.

Molly smiled, "Then I should buy the book." she joked.

Molly sat down in a chair and looked around. Nothing has changed really. But only cleaner, thanks to her and Mrs. Hudson.

"So you are a pathologist?" Neaveh asked, not looking up from her book, her eyes still skimming over the words. Molly looked at her, shocked that she knew about her job, "Yes, I am. How did you know?"

"Dad has been telling me about you, John, Gerald and someone named...Donovan and Anderson?" Nevaeh responded. Molly didn't know who was this Gerald person, but maybe it was someone Sherlock knew.

"Dad?" Molly inquired, her eye brows uplifting.

Nevaeh blushed, "I uh, well-"

She didn't have time to answer luckily, as Sherlock was upstairs and looking at Nevaeh and Molly, who was having a conversation. Obviously Molly had questioned her that could have made her blush. He tried to deduce on what Molly asked Nevaeh, but it was not needed as Molly grinned madly, "Dad?"

He turned red, but composed his usual straight way, "Well...of course. I am her father, am I not?" He defended.

Molly chuckled, "No, your right. Glad to see parenthood is doing good for you."

Sherlock gave her a sly smile. He then heard a doorbell, still wanting to finish the tea, he turned to Nevaeh.

"Nevaeh dear, do you mind getting the door for me?" He asked. The girl nodded and left her spot on the couch to get the door. When she left, Molly had to get some answers from Sherlock.

She quickly guided herself into the kitchen where Sherlock was making some tea. "You, have some questions, I presume?" He deduced, not even looking Molly in the eye.

"So, your really Sherlock?" Molly asked incredulously, earning a roll eye from him.

"Very funny Molly. I am me." Sherlock huffed.

"You should be proud, you know." She said.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because you do care." Molly pointed out. "Not just me, or John, or even Mycroft. But you donated your bone marrow to her, as well as give her a new life. Without even knowing her barely."

"She wormed into my heart without me even realizing." Sherlock murmured. "Is that what children do?"

The pathologist chuckled softly, "Sometimes, and sometimes they give you a hard time, but you really won't know a child until you get to know their past, what they've been through...but it's up to them to tell their story, and if they don't, that's okay too. It just means you weren't the one. But it's obvious you and Nevaeh connected, despite her differences, or yours. But I can tell right now, she loves you very much."

Sherlock processed on what Molly said, taking in the advice. It was true. Nevaeh spoke about most of her past, but yet there still so much to uncover about the girl's mysterious past. But it was yet to be told. Yes they were different. Sherlock was outgoing, stoic, and kept his reputation up and going, but the girl was shy, quiet, and sweet -once you get to know her- and also gets flustered very easily.

It was a good balance honestly. He was taught to be compassionate and to show more emotions from Nevaeh, while she learned to be brave and gain knowledge for the future. At first, he thought the idea was going to collapse, but here he was, more kinder, and actually functioning like a human.

"You really think so?" He spoke slowly.

"I know so." Molly said to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. She smiled at him reassuringly and he gave one back. "Your words are reassuring. You'd be a great mother."

Molly blushed a bit, but nodded, and left him to make the tea.

Sherlock sighed softly. He closed his eyes for a mere second before hearing warbles from Rosie. He chuckled deeply and got the tea set ready.


The detective walked into the living room and saw Nevaeh hold little Rosie in her arms. Nevaeh was bouncing around, while Rosie was giggling. Molly and John looked at her with a happy, but puzzled face. Who knew this girl was good with babies?

Sherlock set the tea table down, letting everyone pick their own style. He kept a vigilant eye on Nevaeh, who was still bouncing Rosie. The toddler seemed to be cooing at her happily.

"Your good with kids." John said, smiling at his daughter who was pulling Nevaeh's hair now.

The girl smiled, and then winced as her was hair was forcefully pulled, "Just a natural habit. Babies tend to like me apparently."

"Oh alright buggar, let Nevaeh keep some of her hair, hmm?" John said to his daughter, as he lifted Rosie into his own arms. The toddler whined fitfully, but calmed down as he grabbed some snacks he had in her bag.

Nevaeh joined the group by sitting next to Sherlock.

They talked for a few minutes -well mostly the adults- and then heard a doorbell.

Sherlock excused himself and went to the door. To no surprise, it was Lestrade. "Ah, nice to see you again Garrett." He mused.

Greg glared at him, "You know, we've been working together for almost 8 years. And you still don't know my real name?"

"...Grayson?" Sherlock questioned. But all he got was an eye roll. The detective smirked and let the inspector in. Greg was greeted by people lounging around. He saw the girl, who was starting to go back into her ball of shyness.

Lestrade gave her a big smile and held out his hand, "Hello miss, I am Greg Lestrade." Nevaeh slowly took his hand and let him shake her hand. She was then shy, but then turned confused and looked over Sherlock, "I thought his name was Gerald?"

John and Molly started bursting out laughing, while Greg mouth was gaped, and then face-palmed. Sherlock smirked. Like daughter, like father.

"It's Greg." He stated.

"Well in that case, I'm Neveah Holmes."

" I can tell." Greg mumbled.

Sherlock huffed a laugh, "Yes well, would you like to join us for tea?"

Greg grinned and nodded. Grabbing his own cup and sitting down.


For the rest of the day, they spent their time at Sherlock and Nevaeh's flat, just talking and catching up a little bit. Nevaeh even spoke a bit, but mostly listened in, and also played a little bit with Rosie. They saw how their friend's whole perspective has changed since Nevaeh came into play. He was eating well, sleeping, and smiling more often.

It was a nice change and they could definitely get used to the new Sherlock.

Nevaeh was oddly good with babies, all of them noticed. It was like she took care of them all her life.

All of them got to know Nevaeh bit by bit and she was slowly, but surely coming out of her shell, especially Molly. Nevaeh liked Molly, a lot. In fact she talked to Molly more than John and Greg combined.

"Seems like you and Nevaeh are getting along very well." John commented, putting on his jacket.

The detective rolled his eyes. "What are you, the inspector?" he said sarcastically. John chuckled and shook his head. "No, but the way you act around her is a nice touch." John pointed out.

"Whatever." Sherlock said, waving his hand in dismiss, earning a smug smirk from his colleague.

Sherlock closed the door, as he said farewell to John, who had a sleeping Rosie on his shoulder. He watched as the cab took John and his Goddaughter away. He sighed in contentment as he was alone, in the now quiet flat.

He walked the stairwell and went to the living room. Sherlock saw Nevaeh with her Journal and some pencils.

"What are you drawing?" He asked, creeping over to her.

Neaveh looked up and turned the Journal over for Sherlock to see. He squinted and moved a little closer, then he saw it. It was John holding Rosie while she was asleep. It was well drawn. Having some little detail and shadows.

He smiled, "Your drawing has improved since we left."

Nevaeh nodded, "I haven't drawn ins since we left the hospital, because of the book...but John and Rosie kind of wanted me to draw."

Sherlock handed the Journal to Nevaeh who took it and placed it beside her, but he continued staring at her, "Speaking of which, you were very good with Rosie?"

"Hm? Oh, well I guess you could say that I helped with the younger kids in my boarding school, mostly the toddlers." She clarified. Sherlock hummed, "Well good for future time, right?"

"Suppose so." She shrugged.

He hummed and looked at the clock. 18:12pm. It wasn't that late, but he knew that Nevaeh and himself would get hungry. And they haven't been food shopping yet because of the guests. So the last option was to get take-out food again.

"Are you hungry, Nevaeh?" He asked. She nodded.

"You want to get Chinese take-out?"

Nevaeh hummed in agreement, "Do we need to walk to the restaurant?"

"Yep." He popped the 'p'. "You want to come with me?"

Nevaeh bobbed up her head and down. She scooted off the couch and got herself ready while Sherlock did the same. Putting on his scarf around his pale neck. He looked at the girl, and seeing as she was ready, they left the flat.

They walked slowly together, enjoying the fresh night air. Then they heard flashes.

Sherlock harshly turned his head around and saw some paparazzi take pictures of them. Deep down in his stomach was telling him something. Protect Nevaeh. He shielded Nevaeh from the paparazzi with his body, trying to scare off them, but they continued on.

"What's going on?" Nevaeh whispered, tense from the sudden movement form Sherlock.

He didn't answer as he scooped her up to his chest and ran. She hung onto him like a baby Koala, unaware what was happening. The paparazzi chased after them. She peeked over his shoulder slightly and saw men with huge camera's taking shots while running.

Sherlock then took a sharp turn into a alley way. He pressed Nevaeh to his chest even more, using his hand to cover her head. He held his breath as he heard footsteps pass them. He closed his eyes, and felt his daughter clutch his shirt, turning head into his shirt.

He blew out his breath. They stayed silent until Sherlock walked out of the alley way and walking the opposite way, though he kept Nevaeh secured in arms. "Are you alright?" he asked her.

Nevaeh only nodded.

She looked up at him eventually and asked. "Who were those people with the gigantic cameras?"

"Paparazzi's." Sherlock hissed, arms slightly tightening his grip around the girl.

"But why were they chasing us?"

Sherlock sighed, "They're people who take pictures of famous people. And because they consider me a famous detective, they sometimes follow me around and take pictures of me."

"...Well that's rude." She said quietly.

"They'll do what they want." Sherlock said even quieter.

"Will they come after me?" She questioned, tensing as she imagined be chased by the paparazzi's. Sherlock shook his head, determined. "No, they won't. I won't allow them to do such thing. I promised I would protect you, and i'm keeping my promise for you."

He was determined to keep her safe. It was his job as a father, and he would do it for the rest of his life. But if someone injured her, there was no doubt that he would not let them walk free. Or in this case, walk at all.

"Thank you."

He kissed her cheek, and kept walking, until they were at home. He let Nevaeh down and took off his coat, as well as Nevaeh who did the same.

"Maybe we should order pizza, hmm?"

Nevaeh nodded, glad to be home.

Sherlock phoned the pizza and gave them his address. He hung up and looked up to see Nevaeh drawing again. He smiled and plopped next to her, making her jump slightly off the couch, but barely.

"Sorry." He chuckled.

Nevaeh giggled, "It's fine. I am just to light, so I bounce everywhere."

Sherlock huffed a laugh and let her finish drawing. When she did so he looked intently at it. He then noticed it was a pirate. "Is that a pirate?" Sherlock asked, smiling madly.

"I remember your mom told me that you wanted to be a pirate, so I decided to draw one for you. He seems kind of familiar, don't you think?" She queried. He took another good look at it and then laughed.

"It's me!"

Nevaeh laughed and nodded, "Yup!"

"I look good with a beard." Sherlock quipped, smiling at her.

"Nah, I like you just the way you are." Nevaeh said simply.

He couldn't conceal his even larger smiled.

The doorbell rang. Nevaeh shot up, startled, but settled down as Sherlock got up and chuckled on how she was a skittish child. "I'll get it." He said to her, earning a small smile from the girl.

Once he paid, he went upstairs and they started eating their delicious pizza.

Although, Nevaeh cringed when Sherlock took out a pizza that contained mushrooms.

"What? I like them!" Sherlock defended. Nevaeh shook her head and stuck out her tongue.

"Pepperoni is better.." Nevaeh said, taking a bite out her pizza. Sherlock rolled his eyes but smiled. "Mushrooms are better."

"Nope!" Nevaeh emphasized the 'p'.


When they were getting for bed. Nevaeh already in her pajamas, comfortable on the couch. Sherlock was to dressed in some comfortable clothing.

"Hey...dad?" She said, a lump in the throat as she said it. It left a odd tasting in her mouth, but it was a good, odd feeling. Warm and comforting. Sherlock blinked, and looked at her. He would never get used to those precious words that mean so much to him.

"Yes?"

"Well...I-erm...nevermind." She quickly let the comment down in her lungs. Sherlock didn't seem to want to let that slide. He slipped his hand under her chin and lifted it gently.

"What do you need?" He asked, tone gentle.

Nevaeh bit her lip, "Well...I was just wondering...if you could...read me your books?" Sherlock stared at her for a moment, leaving Nevaeh distressed as she thought she insulted him. "I'm sorry! I'll just-"

"I would love too." He said, letting a smile creep his face.

"Wait-you would?" She asked incredulously.

Sherlock nodded, "Yes, I would."

Nevaeh calmed, "Then, what would you like to read? I never read these books before...so what's best?"

Sherlock thought and grinned. He sat up and grabbed a book called: Alice in Wonderland

"This," He handed her the book for Nevaeh to look at the cover. "It is a very nice book. Has lots of twists and plots. I think you would very much enjoy."

Nevaeh hummed, agreeing.

"Alright then." Sherlock took the book from her hands and sat next to and letting her snuggle against him. He smiled and opened the book, starting the first chapter.


He found himself recalling some memories when his older brother would read these books to him. Sherlock never expected to read these books to his own children, so he never bothered with them again, until Nevaeh showed up.

Sherlock kept reading until Nevaeh's eyes drooped bit by bit and then eventually closing them. She then went limp against him, making him smile softly. He skimmed over some pages and a picture fell.

Trying not to jostle Nevaeh he managed to get a grip of the picture and looked at curiously. It was a picture of young Mycroft, reading to little Sherlock Holmes. His face split into a smile.

He never noticed how much Mycroft cared for him, though he still was a cold man, he cared in a unique way. But when they were young. they were so close;always playing with each other. Inseparable.

Sherlock sighed and closed the book. He laid down the book, and put the picture on top. He didn't feel like waking Nevaeh up, so he just stayed there, thinking and reminiscing on the past.

He leaned forward a bit and kissed Nevaeh's cheek gently. The girl smiled in her sleep and snuggled into his thighs further, making a content sound. Sherlock smiled and leaned back, closing his eyes for a bit.

Sherlock never thought he could ever feel this content. It was amazing feeling deep down in his chest that his daughter was here, snuggled by his side. He honestly never thought of this;never in a million years, but would he change it?

Sherlock subconsciously smiled and sighed. No. He wouldn't

His closed eyes remained shut, as they slept in unison.


Oohh...Nevaeh had some friends? We won't get into it just yet though!

Thanks so much for reading! Please review and let me know how I did! I have so many ideas for this Fic and I honestly can't wait to show them :)

Next, we'll skip a few weeks, which means chemotherapy. I just want to get rid of the medical stuff and then we get to the fluffy parts! But heed my warnings, there gonna be some angst. Σ(T□T)

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