anonymous asked: How about Izzy is jealous of the Sherlolly child because s/he will take away her Uncle Sherlock? Of course she is reassured that just because a baby is here doesn't mean Sherlock doesn't adore his Izzy.

A/N: Sorry for making Baby Watson cry in two stories in a row! :(


The day Scarlett and Edmund came home from hospital, John and Mary brought Isabelle to meet them. She was nearly 18 months old now and had been impatient for her "babeez" to arrive. Now that they were here, however, she was less than impressed. Especially since John held her up to see them just as Edmund filled his diaper.

Izzy leaned back in her daddy's arms and wrinkled her little nose. "Ewwww," she said. "Babeez smell."

Mary volunteered to take care of the problem while Sherlock lifted Scarlett into his arms and carried her into the living room to allow his goddaughter a better look at the twin who hadn't chosen the moment guests arrived to demonstrate her ability to fill a diaper. Izzy sat on John's lap and stared down at the tiny figure cradled so protectively in her father's arms. Then she looked up at Sherlock, who was looking down at Scarlett with a tender smile on his face, and promptly burst into tears.

"Oh, Baby, what's wrong?" John asked as she buried her face in the crook of his neck and clutched desperately at his jumper.

"Babeez take my Lock away!" Izzy howled. "Gif em back, Unca Lock! You mine!" She looked beseechingly at him, her blue eyes large and watery, and he couldn't help smiling at the turnaround from her birthday five months earlier.

Careful not to jostle Scarlett too much (who thankfully had not joined in when Izzy started crying), he switched her over to John and took his goddaughter into his arms, hugging her tightly. "Don't worry, Izzy," he whispered as she snuffled damply against his shoulder. "There's more than enough of me to go around, I promise." Then he kissed the top of her head and said even more quietly, "It took me a long time to realize this, Izzy, but love only grows the more you give."

She didn't look as if she knew quite what he meant, so he translated, "I love my Izzy. Never doubt me. Does Unca Lock lie?" She shook her head. "No, I don't." John made a sound suspicously like a snort at that statement, causing Sherlock to modify it a bit: "Not you, Isabelle Elaine Waton. So when I say I love the babies and I love you just as much, you have to believe me. Right?"

Izzy nodded solemnly. "Wight," she warbled, tears forgotten as she gave Sherlock a noisy wet baby kiss on the cheek. He pulled a face but endured, just as he endured John's muttered, "Wish I had a hand free to take a picture."

A flash of light caught their attention, and they both looked up in time to see Molly smirking, her phone still held out. "Don't worry, John, I got it!"

And she giggled all the way back to the kitchen, where she proceeded to show it to a beaming Mary