A/N This is a part 2 to my other fanfiction 'Miss Lestrade'. This was requested by a guest, Millie.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock :( Sophie and Flo are my own creations though
"So we were thinking about calling her Sophie Willow Watson." Mary announced, holding John's hand.
John and Mary had finally agreed on a baby name for their unborn daughter after many arguments. Sherlock was the first person they had told about their choice and they looked at him, hoping for a positive answer.
"That's a nice name." Sherlock replied, looking through his microscope.
"Well if you could show a bit more enthusiasm that'd be great." John snapped.
"What do you want me to do? Start dancing around, popping party poppers?" Sherlock smirked.
"Go ahead, as long as I can film it." Mary grinned.
Sherlock looked up to give her a sarcastic smile, as Mary looked fairly proud of herself for her remark. Ignoring the battle of wits between his wife and best friend, John looked around the hazardous kitchen. Science equipment was strewn all over the countertop and was more than likely a danger to everyone's health, but a kitchen that was owned by Sherlock Holmes was bound to look like that. Strangely, out of all the chemicals that were precariously balanced on surfaces, it was something on the fridge that caught his eye. It was a letter, but not from a client as far as he could tell because the handwriting was large and childish. Plus, it was written in blue crayon. Removing the magnet that held it to the fridge, John read it.
To Sheerloc
I had lots off fun with you todaey. I hop I see you agan. Yor amzing.
From,
Flo xxx
"So this is what you were doing when Lestrade was finding you that case." John grinned.
Sherlock looked up again to see John holding the letter and his eyes widened.
"Aw, this is sweet." Mary cooed.
"Shut up." Sherlock snapped.
John shook his head, still smiling as he stuck it back on the fridge. High-functioning sociopath his arse. He'd made a little girls day by colouring in with her then stuck her thank you letter to his fridge. What he'd give to have been a fly on the wall during that to see Sherlock drop his facade and befriend Flo Lestrade.
John couldn't wait to see how Sherlock would interact with his daughter, because if he acted anything like he had with Lestrade's daughter, he'd be a terrific Godfather.
A/N I am so sorry that this is really short, but I've had so much writers block recently that I haven't uploaded much. Sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this is one sitting after telling myself to write something.