A/N: Here's Day 11 for you. Rated K and very domestic!
"I swear, it's not always like this."
"Uh huh."
"No, I swear!" Sherlock raked anxious fingers through his shock of dark curls, pushing them into further disarray. "Usually she's good as gold, doesn't give me a bit of trouble!"
Molly gave him a Look. "That's what you said last time, Sherlock," she said sternly.
He had no answer for that. Naturally.
With a sigh Molly slung her handbag down from her shoulder onto the dining room table and reached out. "Come here, Rosie, love," she cooed, taking the screaming toddler from Uncle Sherlock's arms. Rosie rested her head against her godmother's shoulder, shuffling and hiccuping as her hysteria began to fade. "Let's go get you cleaned up, lovey," Molly murmured, walking away from Sherlock, moving with a slight side-to-side rocking motion that not only soothed the overtired toddler, but gave her appreciative godfather a very nice view to watch.
"Stop staring at my bum, Sherlock, and bring Rosie's things into the bath," Molly ordered without looking back. But her voice was smiling, and Sherlock smiled in response - and relief. It really wasn't usually this bad, minding Rosie while John worked and the nursery was temporarily shut down due to whatever illness was currently running through the juvenile population. He hadn't lied about that.
What he would never tell Molly was that he was perfectly capable of dealing with Rosie Watson in a temper…but that he much preferred to do it with his girlfriend by his side. And as long as Molly never questioned why he only needed help on her days off from work, why, then he'd never have to admit to such sentimental weakness!
With a happy grin he snatched up Rosie's bag and hurried after Molly, already planning the rest of the day the three of them would share.
(Later, Molly admitted that she knew exactly what he was doing - and reminded him that he didn't need an excuse to ask her to come over. A fact which he took advantage of immediately after John picked Rosie up!)