The Watsons were frequent visitors to 221B, as was only natural. This particular day in early spring, John drove himself and his daughter to Baker Street. When he arrived, Mrs. Hudson immediately took Rosie from him and began to coo over her. The little one was more of a toddler than a baby now; she had a waddle-like walk, and she loved to chat in a language which was sometimes understandable and sometimes not. But always did she loved to be fussed over by her godparents.
Chuckling to himself, John watch the two of them go into Mrs. Hudson's flat – knowing that the older lady would bring Rosie up in a few minutes – and walked up to 221B. He was quite eager to see his best mate and his wife, after the day they'd had.
He found the expectant couple on the sofa. Molly lay across it, propped up by pillows, and her hands on her growing belly. She seemed to get lovelier the further along her pregnancy got, and John didn't need to wonder why that was. Sherlock sat on the other end of the sofa, her feet in his lap; he was massaging them.
At this sight, John couldn't help but chuckle. "Just when I think I've seen everything…"
"He's pampering me, let him be," said Molly, giving her husband a smile.
Sherlock smiled back before he gently placed his feet off his lap, took something from the coffee table, and went to John. Beaming, he said, "I assume this is the reason for your visit this afternoon, John."
What he handed John was a photograph, a very specific kind of photograph, the kind that someone gets after having an ultrasound. John smiled at the image of the six-month-old fetus seemingly waving for the camera. "And I assume by your happy moods that all looks well and healthy for the both of you?"
Molly nodded. "All is as it should be. We found out the sex, too." She looked to Sherlock, knowing that he wanted to be the one to tell John.
Sherlock smiled at his best mate. "Rosie will be very pleased," he hinted.
John clapped the back of Sherlock's neck – a very rare gesture of affection – and exclaimed, "A girl? Fantastic, mate! Rosie will be thrilled! And now I know what to do with all of her baby clothes that I still have stored!"
Mrs. Hudson had arrived with Rosie while John was talking, and she squealed with delight. Sherlock kissed both of her cheeks and then spun a giggling Rosie around the room in celebration. Molly remained on the sofa, smiling peacefully and rubbing her tummy. The little one inside of her began to kick, as if rejoicing with them, happy in the knowledge of how beloved she already was.
