Author's Note: Very, very short.
Contrary to popular opinion, Sherlock had no intention of spoiling Rosie. It was true that whenever the three of them went out for dinner, Sherlock allowed Rosie to get the most extravagant desserts that caught her eye, and any time Rosie expressed the wish for a new toy, Sherlock would immediately pull out his credit card and buy the toy online, but these were minor trifles which any godfather should do for his goddaughter.
When John came home from the clinic one day to see Sherlock attempting to make cookies while Rosie stood behind him making suggestions as to how much chocolate chips to add, he had a look of resignation on his face.
"She has got you wrapped around her finger, Sherlock." John said, glancing at the flour covering the table and Sherlock vigorously stirring the dough.
"Nonsense." Sherlock said, handing Rosie the spoon to lick and beginning to shape the dough into balls. "She asked for chocolate-chip cookies very politely, so I am rewarding her for her manners."
"Sure. Keep telling yourself that. And here I was thinking that Mrs. Hudson would be the one to spoil her."
"Mrs. Hudson does spoil her."
"Yeah, and Greg, and Mycroft. I think I'm the only one capable of saying 'no' to her."
"I'm not spoiling her." Sherlock said, putting the cookies in the oven, "I'm ensuring that her wants are fulfilled."
John began putting away the cookie ingredients, "You're ridiculous."