tumblr anonymous asked: Izzy has vanilla ice cream with her godfather. Her treat.^_^
"Sherlock! What are you doing?"
He gave his girlfriend a quizzical look. "Feeding Isabelle ice cream, Molly, what does it look like I'm doing?"
"But John and Mary don't want her having sugar yet! For heaven's sake, Sherlock, she's only eight months old!"
He rolled his eyes and fed the eager baby another tiny spoonful of the icy treat. "It's just vanilla, Molly. All natural ingredients. And it's hardly going to affect her teeth, since she doesn't have that many yet."
Molly huffed and snatched the bowl away from him before he could stop her."No more, Sherlock, you spoil her enough as it is!"
He gave Molly a sideways glance and a smirk that told her he had deduced something. "What?" she asked, feeling defensive. While she tried to figure out what it was he was about to tell her, she stuck a finger in the ice cream and scooped up a hefty amount, then popped it in her mouth. Isabelle watched, her big blue eyes wide and a happy grin on her (still mostly toothless) mouth.
"You hate vanilla ice cream," Sherlock pronounced, giving Isabelle an equally wide grin and bopping her on the nose. "You owe me a fiver, Izzy. I told you Aunt Molly was pregnant!"
Baby Watson watched solemnly from her high chair as Sherlock hurried over to pick Molly up from where she'd collapsed to the floor in a dead faint. Her wrinkled nose seemed to say, 'Nice job, Uncle Sherlock, you should know better!'
