Sherlock and evie left St. Bart's early that morning. In the past year john had practically moved in with Sarah and they only returned to 221b baker street for social reasons but in the last few months when evie was getting particularly large they were always around the help but this was about to change again.
"Do you have everything you need? Like nappies?" asked John as they walked out of the hospital and into the cold winter air.
"Yep" said Evie gesturing to the large bag slung over her shoulder. They climbed into a cab together, Sherlock had the baby carrier containing Ruby, Evie had the baby bag and John and Sarah followed behind. As they pulled into Baker Street they saw the mob of press at their door. They had managed to keep the pregnancy out of the public eye and press but this was no longer true. Sherlock and John had slowly become an internet phenomenon with the website and press appearances and the baby was the next big thing.
"Oh Christ" said John as they drew closer.
"what are we going to do?" asked Evie, she never felt safe around the press when they were like this and was glad that Sherlock had the baby at this moment as the situation looked like it could get dangerous very quickly.
Sherlock wasn't going to stand for this, he could just about bear the press when it was just him and evie but now with Ruby in the equation is was a completely different matter.
"Exactly what they don't expect" said Sherlock, "they expect us to make some clever plan to get the baby in, but we won't, we'll simply get out and walk in. John if you wouldn't mind getting out first and moving them back as much as possible?" John nodded and Sherlock continued. "Evie, you take Ruby and ill cover you while you get in" Sherlock spoke calmly and without a hint of apprehension for what they were about to do.
The cab stopped, the press swarmed and John got out. He managed to clear enough space for Evie to climb out with the carrier, closely followed by Sherlock. By this time the press were having frenzy, the air was a buzz of questions being shouted such as, "Sherlock show us the baby!" "How will your work be affected by parenthood?!" "Miss Miller! What's Baby's name!"
The cameras were snapping photos frantically at the carrier but Sherlock had his arm around Evie's waist and with both of them in the way they managed to keep her hidden. They were all very keen but nowhere near as boisterous as usual. Cleverly Mrs Hudson had noticed what was happening in the street and opened the door right on cue and they swiftly walked in, shutting the door to the sounds of camera shutter and yelled questions.
"Wow that was not expected, how did they even find out?" asked Evie.
"I expect one of the nurses at the hospital saw the notes or birth certificate, made the connection and told the press for their 15 minutes of fame" said Sherlock scornfully. Ruby began to cry, she had been asleep in the cab but the noise and raised voices from our side had woken her. Since Evie was still holding the carrier, Sherlock bent down and scoped the baby up and then began to gently bounce her over his shoulder.
"Ah well at least everything's fine now" said Mrs Hudson, "Now let's go upstairs and have a nice cup of tea so I can meet her properly" she added, making cooing noises as Ruby behind Sherlock's shoulder.
