Tumblr anonymous asked: Baby Watson's Birthday! ^_^
"She's old enough now, I assume?"
Molly gave Sherlock a quizzical glance. "Old enough for what?"
Sherlock answering grin was sly. "Ice cream. It's her first birthday, surely John and Mary can't object to ice cream today of all days!"
Molly sighed and swatted him lightly on the arm. "You'll never forget that whole ice cream thing, will you."
"Nope," Sherlock replied, popping the "p" and pulling her into a one-armed side-hug (the other arm being occupied by their goddaughter). "How could I possibly forget the day we confirmed that we're going to be parents ourselves?"
"Of twins," Molly reminded him, while Izzy bounced excitedly and crowed, "Babeez! Babeez!"
Sherlock gave Izzy a mock scowl. "There's no need for you to be so excited, Isabelle Watson, they're going to be my and Molly's babies, not yours."
Instantly the sunny smile vanished from her face; Izzy's eyes clouded up and fat tears began rolling down her cheeks as she broke into an unhappy wail. As Sherlock tried to calm her, John came hurrying up. As soon as she saw her father, Izzy toppled into his waiting arms, still crying loudly.
"Nice one, Sherlock, making Baby cry on her birthday," John said angrily. He bounced his daughter and snuggled her close. "Shh, honey, what's wrong?'
Izzy turned and pointed directly at Molly's barely-there four-months baby bump. "My babeez!" she wailed. "Unca Lock said no! MY BABEEZ!" she screeched, all three grown-up wincing at the volume she managed in spite of her tiny size.
As John carried her out of the living room in search of Mary, the only one who could calm her down when she got overworked like this (shooting a very dirty look at his former flatmate as he did so), Molly sighed and rested her head against Sherlock's shoulder. "Oh, Sherlock, you really are going to have to learn to share."
"But they ARE our babies," he mumbled in protest.
Molly got up on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. "And Isabelle is John and Mary's baby, but they share her with you, you daft man. Fair if fair." Then she, too, left the room, following the sound of Izzy's wails to see if there was anything she could do to help, leaving Sherlock to shake his head and wonder when, exactly, his life had so entirely left his control.
