anonymous asked: To make up for sick Baby Watson twice in row. Baby Watson loves it when her Godfather reads to her. Her favorite story is "The Hobbit" .
Um, this got a bit more Sherlolly this time. Sorry-not-sorry! Also, this has turned into a two-parter. Here is part 1.
"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort."
Molly leaned against the door jamb, smiling fondly at the sight — and almost as good, sound — of Sherock reading aloud to their goddaughter from her favorite book. He'd read it to her countless times over the past year, and it never failed to soothe her even at her crankiest. Every time the pair of them babysat, she would toddle over to the bookshelf and tug out the dog-eared paperback, carry it over to Sherlock, and attempt to clamber into his lap without putting the beloved story down. It was adorably domestic, and Molly knew Sherlock enjoyed it even if all he did was complain loudly that Isabelle wouldn't let him read anything else to her.
As Sherlock continued on with the adventures of Bilbo Baggins and his unexpected party — muttering comments about him being just about Isabelle's father's height — Molly turned and made her ungainly way to the kitchen, where she'd been about to put on the kettle for tea before being distracted by her fiance's lovely voice. She rubbed a soothing hand across her greatly expanded stomach as one of the twins chose that moment to kick her.
"Hush, lovies, Daddy will be reading that story to you two soon enough," she murmured. As if in response to her voice, the restless movement stopped, and she sighed happily. She loved being a godmother and she looked forward to being a real mother as well, and many, many years of listening to Sherlock read "The Hobbit" aloud.
Even if he never would stop making snide comments about John's supposed resemblance to the main character.
