drabble request from stlgeekgirl on twitter/tumblr: "Frost the damn cupcakes!" (changed to fairy cakes for accuracy lol)
"Sherlock, you need to finish cleaning off this table," Molly told him. She had just taken out a tray of fairy cakes.
"Do we really need to do all of this?" Sherlock sighed. "It's her first birthday; she's never going to remember it."
"Yes," Molly snapped. "I intend for this party to be perfect. Just because she won't remember it doesn't mean John or I won't show her photos from it down the road." He conceded, clearing his microscope and various supplies off of the table. There was just no winning an argument with her.
The fairy cakes were cooled enough to decorate them and Molly was changing into a flowy yellow dress in their bedroom. A knock at the door of 221B alerted Sherlock and he opened it to let Mrs. Hudson, and Greg inside. John and Rosie were coming up the stairs behind them.
"Ah, Watson, I do not understand the reason behind going to such lengths for your first birthday, but happy birthday," Sherlock told his goddaughter who only gurgled in response.
"Sherlock," Molly called out from the bedroom. "Will you frost the fairy cakes?" Everyone's eyes panned over to the consulting detective.
"I don't frost fairy cakes, Molly," Sherlock groaned.
"Sherlock Holmes, it's for our goddaughter! Just frost the damn fairy cakes!" Molly shouted from the bedroom. Everyone snickered at the strange domestic scene. Strange only because it was Sherlock Holmes.