"It's a girl." I told my husband as he stumbled into the bedroom. He grunted in acknowledgment of my presence as he went to the closet and began rifling through his clothing.
"We did decide on Amelia, right?" I called, trying to get his attention. I fought back a wave of annoyance as it didn't work. "Don't you want to hold her?" I asked.
"Hmm?" He looked my way. "Better not." He replied absently. "I don't want to bleed on her."
"All right, then." I said wearily. "Maybe later." He found what he was looking for and crossed the room rapidly, a clean, dark shirt in hand.
Giles froze in the door at about the same time I sat up.
"Bleed on her?" I demanded.
"Hold her?" He replied, baffled.
It had been a long day.
"Your daughter." I announced, nodding towards the blonde bundle in my arms. "Amelia."
"I should have been here." He apologized immediately. Then he answered my question. "One of our forgers had a knife on him. Tried to stab Inspector Smith." He shrugged, then winced. "It's not a deep cut," he assured me, "but I don't have time to get it taken care of right now."
"You have to be back at the Yard?" I asked. Giles sighed. It was all the answer I needed. "At least come and say hello to your daughter." I ordered, and husband smiled as he obeyed.
"Hello, Amy." He said softly. "Welcome to the family." He allowed himself another smile. The he leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead before darting for the door.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys do not belong to me.