From MorbidbyDefault on : Oh my gosh! I love it! Okay…story idea? Little Isabelle is Colicky, and Sherlock is the one babysitting her at the time, so he turns to Molly for help because he doesn't know what to do and is super worried and adorably out of his element. Just an idea, if you wanted more for this adorable set.
Two sick Baby Isabelle prompts in a row, poor little thing! Well, here goes…
"Sherlock? You sounded worried when you left the message, so I came as soon as I got out of work. What's wrong?" Molly dropped her handbag on the coffee table and hurried over to where her boyfriend was sitting in his chair, cuddling baby Isabelle to his chest. The six-month-old was sleeping peacefully, her little rosebud mouth partially open and her long, dark blonde lashes fluttering now and then.
It was an adorable sight, or would have been if not for the unhappy frown on Sherlock's face. "I need you to take her from me, Molly, very carefully, and be sure to keep the front of her body, especially her abdomen, snugly against you," he instructed.
Molly obediently held her arms out, wondering what was wrong, but Sherlock made no move to release his sleeping bundle. "Um, Sherlock, I can't take her if you don't give her to me."
Sherlock's scowl deepened. "I'm afraid you'll have to do your best to extricate her, Molly, as I am currently unable to move my arms."
The pathologist felt her eyebrows raising. "Really? What happened?"
"I left that message for you over an hour ago, Molly, and I've been holding Isabelle — who appears to have developed a rather nasty case of colic conveniently when her parents are both out of town, I might add — ever since. It's the only thing I can do to keep her from screaming."
"So your arms have cramped up, have they?" Molly asked, sympathy and an inappropriate urge to giggle fighting for dominance on her lips. She managed to settle for a sympathetic smile — ever one to believe in the art of compromise! — before moving closer and literally prying Izzy from her godfather's arms. The baby squirmed and made a discontented sound, but thankfully remained asleep during the exchange. Molly soon found herself comfortably ensconced in the corner of the sofa, snuggling her goddaughter to her chest while her disgruntled boyfriend rose stiffly to his feet and began the uncomfortable process of uncramping his arms.
As soon as he was able to move freely, Molly watched him grab his laptop, set it on the desk, and immediately begin scanning the internet for suggestions on how to soothe a colicky baby.
"Oh, Izzy," Molly murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the baby's downy blonde hair, "everyone thought I would be the one to domesticate Sherlock, but it looks like you've beaten me to the punch baby girl." She gave her head another soft kiss before whispering, "Remind me to thank you when you're older."
