Thank you all for the reviews, favorites and follows. I'm so grateful and I love you all. Seriously. I Hope everyone had a nice week too. I was going to update then but my wonderful aunt had a party just for the heck of it and I may or may not have eaten myself into a small coma and didn't fully recover until yesterday when I managed to get up and write this and I'm terribly sorry that it's so short... Anyways, please enjoy and let me know what you think.
Ever After
"You have to walk the plank!" the cardboard blade is poking him in the back, a symphony of giggles coming from behind him as he stands on the edge of the 'ship' and feigns dread as he steps off the couch and begins his descent into the ocean that the floor of his living room has been turned into.
"Alright," he says tiredly, holding up his hands in defeat, "you've won. The sea is yours now captain."
Annabelle triumphantly makes a mad dash around the room, leaving Sherlock to catch his breath before hauling himself to his feet and shaking his head at the abundant amount of energy his toddler has. He dusts off his clothes and when he stands back and takes in the damage they've caused he knows Molly is almost sure to kill him when she returns home.
Sherlock looks around at the state of their living room and winces at the aftermath of a day ruling the sea, the cushions from the couch making it a bit difficult to maneuver his way to the other side so he can scoop up an exhausted Annabelle (who is suddenly running on empty) and get her to bed. He picks up the sword he had made for her earlier that day and a smile spreads across his face before he throws it down and picks up the little girl whose arms are outstretched towards him as she yawns.
"You were a very good captain," he tells her, she presses her face into his chest and giggles. "The best ship that ever sailed the high seas."
He bumps the bedroom door open with his hip and quickly changes Annabelle out of her clothes, slipping on some pajamas and tucking her tightly into bed before he grabs a book off the shelf and settles onto the bed with her tucked into his side. She keeps her stuffed rabbit clutched tightly in her hands and her eyelids are already drooping heavily.
He'll remember to use this method more often when he needs her to drain some energy.
Sherlock only gets through the first few pages of The Cat in the Hat before he realizes she's fallen asleep and he kisses her forehead and smoothes back her hair before quietly slipping out the bed and tiptoeing to the living room as quickly as he can. Of course, as his fate would have it, there was already someone waiting for him and the raised eyebrow he was being given told him he had some explaining to do.
"The two of you had a busy night I see," Molly says in a whisper, picks up the eye patch lying by her foot and it dangles between her fingers while she hides a smirk. He begins putting the couch back together, shrugs his shoulders with a lopsided grin before he comes over and wraps his arms around her and his hand finds the slight bump that's already present beneath her oversized sweater.
"I introduced her to the idea of becoming a pirate," he puffs out his chest slightly, "It's a highly sought after profession after all."