"Really, Gavin," Sherlock said, trying to distract Greg. "You can't be serious."
"You bloody know my name, and yes, actually, I'm quite serious. As is Molly." Greg levelled a steady stare and a half smirk at the younger man.
"Alright, FINE, Greg. Yes, I bloody know it. And Molly is, as always, brilliant. After all, she decided YOU were a perfect partner? I'd call that the very wisest of decisions." Sherlock smiled sweetly.
"Bollocks. You're trying to deflect," Greg countered. "What Molly wants is simple. She would like for you to compose, or even perhaps simply use an existing piece, and pre-record it for the delivery room. That way you might help along and not have to ACTUALLY be present. You might simply wait with John and Mary, and Mrs. Hudson for your godchild to arrive."
"My godchild?" Sherlock asked, suddenly, taken aback. Greg savoured the sudden silence he'd prompted.
"Yes. Yours and John's, and Mary's and Mrs. Hudson's. We're stretching a few rules."
"Oh," Sherlock conceded thoughtfully, thinking lovingly of Rosie. "Well when you put it THAT way, of course I'll compose something special. This may be the very first thing my goddaughter hears when she arrives into the world."
Greg grinned.
Sherlock Holmes was already hopelessly in love.
Mission accomplished.
Molly would be ECSTATIC - Sherlock was on board.