When John, Sherlock, and Sheri arrived in Kensington, the car had barely stopped when Mummy Holmes opened the door to their building. She was excited to see them all, but especially Sheri. John got their bags out of the boot, while Sherlock unfastened the baby carrier part of the car seat and started walking toward the door. Siger was waiting in the foyer, and pushed the button to call the lift. The ride up to their cosy flat took only a few moments. Mummy had clearly been baking, as the lovely aroma wafting from the kitchen attested.

Sherlock set the baby carrier down and removed his Belstaff. He then lifted Sheri out of her carrier, got her out of the heavier blanket, and placed her in a lightweight blanket, swaddling her expertly. He handed her to Mummy with a twinkle in his eye. She was obviously over the moon to hold her grand-daughter at long last. Mummy sat on the couch, with Father taking the seat beside her. They both spoke directly to the baby, and after a few minutes, Father took her. John and Sherlock were sat in facing armchairs just across from the couch.

"Oh, Sherlock, she's beautiful! She looks so much like you when you were born! Look at all that hair - and the blonde curls!" Mummy said, smiling. "She is just so sweet. You said she has been feeding well, John?"

John spoke up. "Yes, Mum, she has been, and she has also been very observant when she is awake. I know they are extremely short-sighted at birth, but she does try to look around and see what is going on around her. Sherlock played his violin for her in the hospital, and she really seemed to recognise the sound. We're both very happy."

"Of course, you are! John, you and Sherlock are going to be champion parents, I just know it! We are so happy for the both of you," said Father. "Now, what names have you two decided on, so that she will know what to call each of you?"

"Ahh, yes - Sherlock will be 'Papa' and I will be 'Daddy'. We both chose what we wished to be called," answered John. "Both are also easy for her to learn to say, when she starts talking."

"Oh, lovely!" said a voice from the entrance to the corridor and the bedrooms. They were surprised to see Mrs. Hudson, who had come early to be there when the trio arrived. "Let me see the little angel!" She walked forward and held out her arms to Siger, who relinquished Sheri to her. She walked over and sat down in the chair opposite John, cooing at the baby.

"This is quite a surprise, Mrs. Hudson! We're so glad you are here - so what do you think of your newest tenant?" asked Sherlock, grinning proudly.

"She's just beautiful, Sherlock, John - she really looks like you, Sherlock! And the curls! Violet has just been showing me pictures of you as a baby and child. You always did have the loveliest hair, I remember, and now she has the same. Her mouth looks a lot like yours, Sherlock – her upper lip has that same pretty Cupid's bow! Her hands are all you, too with those long fingers - I reckon you'll have her playing violin by the time she can hold it correctly. And oh! - she even has a bit of the same look to her nose as you, John, and the blonde hair - Mycroft did a wonderful job of helping you to find a surrogate and egg donor. It's really remarkable! So sweet!"

At this, John and Sherlock just smiled - they had noticed small things like her nose and the way her face crinkled when she was irritated - it was all John. They were so pleased that there were signs of both her parents in Sheri, and they were sure to notice more as time went by.

After Mrs. Hudson had held her for a bit, John went out and fixed the next bottle, and took Sheri back, sitting in Mummy's comfy rocking-chair. As soon as he touched the teat to her lips, Sheri began eagerly feeding. John sat there, smiling at his daughter the whole time. Sherlock, on the other side of the room, watched his husband and child with a slight smile.

Mummy motioned Sherlock over to sit with his parents on the couch. "Come on over here, dear, there's plenty of room - you don't take up much space! Don't they look happy, the both of them? Oh, boys, I am so happy for all of us, but especially for you, Sherlock. Mycroft told me you had been thinking about this for some time, and he was so happy to help you in finding the surrogate. She did a beautiful thing for you, that's certain. Oh, look! She is searching for more of that milk!"She smiled, watching Sheri, but hugging Sherlock, who appeared to tolerate it better than usual.

John laughed, as he had stopped feeding Sheri long enough to wind her, and she clearly did not like it. "Yeah, she doesn't like to be interrupted, but if she doesn't bring up the bubble, there'll be be the devil to pay when she possets half her feed!" He had flipped her onto his shoulder and patiently patted her back until a large bubble came up with a resounding belch. Sheri looked indignant, but as soon as John had placed her back in the feeding position, she was ready for more. She finished the bottle and with more rocking, settled into sleep. John waited for a few minutes, then headed into the room they would be sharing and lay her down in the cot that Sherlock's parents had bought for her. Making sure she was on her back and foot to foot in the cot, he came back out into the lounge.

With the baby down for a nap, the rest of the family went into the dining room where Mummy had laid a beautiful table. From the aroma coming from the kitchen, they knew she had made a lovely beef roast, with all the trimmings. John was especially glad to see that Sherlock ate well, as he usually did at his mother's. He really must get her to share some more recipes with him. They ate entirely too much takeaway, and he was sure that eating more healthily would be good for both of them now that they needed their energy for the baby as well as cases.

After the meal, there was one of Mummy's home-made Victoria Sponge cakes, which everyone enjoyed with coffee. Sherlock, of course, had no problem making room for the sweet dish. It was a good thing he ran around the city so much, or his fondness for sweets would catch up to him one day, thought John.

A/N- Written only for love- Many thanks to those who have reviewed or read along with this story- it is much appreciated! Enjoy!

~joan