Sherlock folded his hands on the table and narrowed his eyes at his charge. Her wide brown eyes stared back with determination.

Clearing her throat, 7-year-old Georgina shifted in her seat and mirrored her father's posture, folding her hands before her. 'Father,' she began, her voice high and sweet. 'I assume you know why I have asked to speak with you today.'

He tilted his head slightly, resisting the urge to smile and making a mental note to limit her time spent with Uncle Mycroft. He was beginning to have too much of an influence on her vocabulary and, by the spread of notes before her, she was mimicking her uncle's obsessive need for a plan of attack.

'As a matter of fact, Georgina, I do not.'

Glancing over her papers, Georgina began her speech. 'Well, as you know, I am an only child.'

'I am aware,' he said with a slight smile.

'Uncle John and Aunt Mary have Claire and Harry. And Auntie Anthea and Uncle Mycroft have Richard and the twins.'

Understanding rushed over him and he grinned broadly. 'Yes, they do.'

With a determined gaze fondly reminiscent of her mother, Georgina looked over her crayon-written notes and then back to Sherlock. 'According to them, having more than one kid is 'wonderful', 'amazing', and 'magical.' Although, that last one was Uncle John's word and seems highly hyperbolic.'

Covering his mouth, Sherlock fought not to laugh. He schooled his features and nodded solemnly. 'That is all true. And Uncle John does have the tendency for fantastical exaggeration.'

'I wanted to talk to you before I asked Mummy,' she continued with a measure of nervousness. She looked at him in solidarity. 'We both know how emotional she can get.'

'Indeed, but that is her strength.' Sherlock raised an eyebrow, not wanting to condone any disrespect.

A faint blush of chastisement stole up Georgina's pale cheeks, but she quickly moved on. 'This brings me to my core argument.' She laid her hands atop her papers and stared at him with determined intensity. 'I believe you and Mummy should have another child.'

Sherlock pursed his lips and nodded, pretending to think about it. 'Is that so?'

'Yes. I would be an ideal older sister,' she explained and shuffled through her papers until she found the right one. A rainbow of colors covered it and she cleared her throat. 'I would be helpful in watching the baby. For example, I have taken care of Toby for three years and he is still alive.'

'Well,' Sherlock interjected with raised eyebrows. 'There was the pineapple incident of 2017.'

Georgina narrowed her eyes at him.

'Very well, I will accept your point. Please,' Sherlock gestured to her paper, 'continue.'

Shaking her paper straight as she'd clearly seen Uncle Mycroft do, Georgina spoke on with purpose. 'Because I am brilliant, I will also be able to impart my own knowledge to the baby, leaving you and Mummy more time to yourselves.'

Sherlock had to close his eyes and count to ten to keep from bursting out in laughter. Oh, she had most definitely consulted her paternal uncle for advice. With a steadying breath, he nodded. 'I agree.'

'And finally…' She took a deep breath and spoke softly but with conviction, 'You and Mummy love each other and me and that's it. I'd feel selfish if I was the only one who got your love.'

Sherlock froze in surprise. A hiccupping sob broke the solemn moment and they both turned to see Molly in the doorway, her work bag dropped by her feet and her hand covering her mouth. 'Oh, my darling girl,' she cried out and rushed to pull Georgina into her a bone-crushing hug.

'Mum. Mum!' Squirming, Georgina struggled to get away from her crying mother. 'This is why I wanted to ask you later. Papa, help me!'

Sherlock was still a bit stunned by her final admission, but quickly shook himself from his daze and rounded the table.

'Molly, love, let her breathe,' he laughed and pulled his wife away.

'I'm sorry,' Molly blubbered and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Georgina brushed the wrinkles from her jumper with a disgusted frown, but Sherlock could see the smile she was hiding. He lifted her up and set her on his hip, wrapping his free arm around Molly who buried her face in his chest.

He shook his head fondly at his two girls.

Once Molly composed herself, she rested her head against Sherlock's shoulder and smiled up at Georgina. 'Those were very good reasons, Georgina. Well thought out and logically sound. I'm very proud of you.'

Despite being ruffled by her mother's surprise attack of emotion, Georgina preened under the praise. She looked between her parents in excitement. 'Does that mean you'll consider having a baby?'

Sherlock tilted his head in thought. 'Well, that's something Mummy and Daddy need to discuss.' Molly nodded in agreement.

Pouting, Georgina sighed and played with the buttons on her father's shirt. 'Can you discuss it quickly and tell me before dinner?'

Molly bopped her fondly on the nose. 'Patience, my love. Now, go wash up and you can help me set the table.'

'Alright.' With heavy steps, their dramatic daughter dragged herself to the bathroom, grumbling all the while. Molly watched her leave with fond exasperation. Her husband's arms wrapped around her waist and he nuzzled his face into her neck.

'Shall we tell her tonight?'

Molly shook her head and laid her hand over Sherlock's on the slight bulge of her abdomen. 'No, let's wait a bit.' She turned her face and smiled up at him. 'Let her believe she had some influence over it. That was a brilliant speech, after all.'