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After a month their relationship hasn't changed. They would not speak to each other or try to be in the same room. In the morning they will go to work without bidding each other goodbye or say "I love you," and after work Jennalie will straight away go to bed while Sherlock came home couple hours later and slept in his office. After Jennalie finished work she will go to the NICU to visit her daughter every day to make sure everything was alright. Her daughter has been making good process, but has not gain a lot weight which made Jennalie worried. That was not the only problem her daughter was going through, a week after she was born Jennalie was told that her daughter needed to have laser eye surgery since they need to destroy the peripheral areas of the retina, slowing or reversing the abnormal growth of blood vessels. Than couple weeks later she gets another call from the hospital telling her that her daughter needed to have a heart surgery because they found a hole in the heart, than the next week her daughter needed to have another heart surgery. Sherlock agreed to pay his daughters medical bills but did not bother to see her.
Jennalie was standing behind a half glass wall, helplessly staring at the small baby inside the incubator. It was heart breaking whenever she sees her daughter covering with tubs and wires, she could have prevented this if she had taken good care of herself better, but it was too late now. Any day her daughter could stop breathing and loose her life, but everyday Jennalie prayed for her daughter to be healthy.
"Mrs. Holmes," said a voice behind her. Jennalie turns around and sees Doctor Park, with his blond hair combed back, wearing a blue shirt and black pants underneath the white lab coat, and standing next to her.
"Doctor Park, nice to see you," Jennalie smiles as she shook his hand.
"Visiting your little girl?" he asked as he glances at her daughter.
Jennalie nods her head, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure all of you are tired of seeing me," she joked.
Doctor Park laughs and shook his head, "No, we don't mind at all."
"How is she?" Jennalie asked as she looks at her sleeping daughter.
"She's making good process, she just needs to gain a couple pounds but other than that she'll be fine," he informs her.
"That's good to hear."
"Is your husband here?" asked Doctor Park as he looks around the empty hall.
Jennalie gives him a weak smile and shook her head, "I'm afraid not."
"Mrs. Holmes I was wondering if we can schedule an appointment for you and your husband to see your daughter privately."
"I don't know if he will come."
Doctor Park smiles, "I'm sure he will! Will tomorrow at 5 works for you two?"
Jennalie nods her head, "Sounds good to me."
"See you tomorrow," he pats her shoulder and walks pass her.
"I'm not going!" Sherlock yells as he lay on the couch avoid looking at her.
Jennalie sigh heavily, "Sherlock, will you please stop being stubborn!"
"Remind me why I have to go again!"
"Because the doctor wants you to see your daughter!" she raised her voice.
"I pay her medical bills isn't that good enough?" he demanded.
Jennalie shook her head, "No, that's not good enough."
"What else do you want me to do then?"
"Accept that she's your daughter!" she snaps at him.
"I know she's mine!"
"I mean love her as a daughter!"
"Jennalie!" he snaps at her.
"Sherlock, it's been a month since she was born and you haven't laid eyes on her," she reminds him.
"I'm aware of that," he utters.
"Sherlock, please just go see her," she pleaded as she knelt down on the floor and grabs his hand.
Sherlock sigh with annoyance, "Fine!" he yells.
"Thank you! Thank you!" she yells with delight as she wraps her arms around his neck.
"But!"
Jennalie backs away slowly and looks at him with fear, "But?"
"If I have one of those 'father love' thing whatever then I'll help you by raising her."
"But if you don't?" Jennalie asked nervously, afraid what he will answer.
"Jennalie, you know the answer."
Jennalie sigh angrily, "So will you see her tomorrow?"
Sherlock nods his head, "If you want me too."
Jennalie got up from the floor and kisses him on the cheek, for the first time after her return, "Thank you," she smiles and goes into the kitchen.
"What would you like to have for dinner?" she asks as she put on her white apron.
"Jennalie, if you think making dinner for me will change my mind forget about it," he warns her.
Jennalie roll her eyes, "Not listening!"
Sherlock smirks and lock his eyes on the morning paper as he listens to his wife humming joyfully.
When Jennalie and Sherlock walks into the hospital they were greeted by Doctor Park who was giving them a wide smile, "It's nice to finally meet you Mr. Holmes," said Doctor Park as he lend out his hand for a hand shake. Sherlock looks at his hand and does not accept it, "Sherlock."
The doctor stares at Sherlock with obsessive but then later change it with a wide smile,"Before you go see your daughter, I just need to talk to you two in my office."
Jennalie and Sherlock follow Doctor Park to his office,the room was covered with book cases that were filled with books, some awards, and pictures of babies on the wall. Sherlock and Jennalie took their seats as Doctor Park sat on his.
"Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, you are aware that your daughter was born when she was only 23 weeks gestation," he reminds them.
Jennalie nods her head while Sherlock sit there calmly as if he was already bored with the meeting.
"I honestly have to say we were all surprised that she survived since babies like her usually don't."
"Just get to the point doctor," Sherlock demands with boredom.
Jennalie kick his leg underneath the desk and glares at him, "Behave," she whispers.
Sherlock roll his eyes with annoyance and breathe in slowly trying to hold his anger.
"Your daughter will have some difficulties later in life."
"Like what?"
"Your daughter's lungs have not developed mutually so as she grows older she will suffer from asthma and lung collapse," he informs them.
"Is that all?" Sherlock raised a brow.
The doctor shook his head, "It's still too early to know, but there might be a chance she would have some she will have learning issues at later development stages."
Both Jennalie and Sherlock glance at him with anxiety.
"Learning issues?" Sherlock uttered looking confused.
Doctor Park took a deep breathe ,"It is possible that she will suffer from Autism."
The room was now silence this was something both Jennalie and Sherlock did not expect, Jennalie was near the edge in tears knowing this was all her fault, but she knew there was nothing she could about it. Sherlock just sat there stun, Jennalie always brought good news about the baby and he assumed the baby was a healthy and normal; this was something he did not expect.
"Again it is still too early to know if she will have any mental disabilities, but will just have to see how her progress goes."
The doctor got up from his chair and looks at the young couple, "Are you ready to see your daughter?"
Jennalie looks at Sherlock who was looking down at the floor not showing any emotion but Jennalie could see there was a little bit of fear in his eyes. She gently grabs his hand and whispers, "Are you ready to see her?"
Sherlock didn't response but nods his head slowly.
"Then please follow me," said Doctor Park as he opens the door for them.
They walk into the bright empty hall, for the Holmes it felt like the hall will never end, and then finally they reach the door. The doctor stops them and hands them two pair of blue plastic gloves, "I need you two to wear these… we wouldn't want her to have some infections."
Sherlock and Jennalie took the gloves and put it on their hands. The doctor gives them a weak smile and opens the door for them. In the small room there were nurse all over the room as they look at the beepers and the computers. In the middle of the room there was an incubator where a small baby that was at least 2 pounds sleeping soundly, the baby was wearing a white gown and had a pink blanket covering her, "Is that her?" Sherlock ask as he looks at his daughter.
Jennalie nods her head, "That's her."
Sherlock stares at the baby for a while then slowly went up to her to see her closely. He could see the tuff of small curly black hair, high cheek bones, pale skin, and her eye shapes - she looks exactly like him. All the sudden he looked away he didn't know why, but inside of he felt something weird that he couldn't make out. He looks at his daughter again, she was too small, too small to live, and he wondered how on earth she survived. He wanted to hold her in his arm and tell her how he will protect her, but he couldn't, for the first time of his life he felt helpless.
"You can touch her," said Jennalie as she grabs his hand to place it in the large hole in the incubator.
Sherlock shook his head, "I can't."
Jennalie giggles, "Don't worry you won't hurt her."
Sherlock slowly put his hand in the incubator and places his hand on the baby's hair; the baby starts to stir which made him back away quickly.
Jennalie chuckles "Don't be scared."
Sherlock looks away from Jennalie with embarrassment and put his hand back in the incubator and starts stroking the baby's smooth and warm cheek.
"She's soft," said Sherlock with a wide smile on his face.
"I want to touch her," said Jennalie with excitement.
Sherlock smirk when he saw his wife with excitement and slowly pull his hand away, but then something stops him. He looks down and saw his fingers being held by a small hand.
"Did she just grab my finger?" Sherlock ask as he looks at his wife with amazement.
Jennalie nods, "She did."
The baby still held on to his finger, but something was different Sherlock looks down and there he saw the baby open her greenish-blue eyes and was now looking up at him.
"She knows who her father is," said Jennalie with a weak smile trying her best not to shed some tears in front of her husband.
"I don't deserve this," Sherlock whispers.
"What do you mean?" she asked looking concerned.
"She's been laying here fighting for her life while I neglected her as my daughter," Sherlock explains.
"It doesn't mean it's too late to change things. You still have the time to love and protect her."
"What if I'm not a good father?" he asked looking at Jennalie with fear.
Jennalie shrugs, "No one can be a perfect father Sherlock, but as long you're there for her then that is enough."
Sherlock knelt down on the floor and place his forehead on the container and starts to sob, which surprised him, he always told himself he will never cry again after his father left him, but some reason this child made him break that promise.
"Sherlock," said Jennalie as she knelt down next to him.
"I'm sorry," he uttered.
Jennalie gently place her hand on his head and starts stroking his black curly hair.
Sherlock looks up and was now staring at the small greenish-blue eyes.
"I will protect you, I promise."