Beautiful Baby
SETTING: Many years into the life of the Baker Street tenants.
John Watson placed a small bundle in the eldest Holmes. "Bring the child to your father. He's waiting in room." The child did as told and walked carefully to Papa, who was entertaining the younger Holmes siblings and the older ones of the Watson children. "Papa, hold out your arms, the baby is here," a voice called out whilst placing the blankets into those long musician arms.
A muffled whimper escaped from the blankets and all noise cease at that moment. Every single child crowded around the adult eagerly awaiting their first look at the latest addition to the large blended family. Since the two families shared the same building the children became collectively know as Watson-Holmes or vice versa.
"At last the anticipation is over, what does the child look like?" Sherlock said and signed in the air at the same time then waited. A pair of delicate fingers came reaching out from the left slipped under his and signed, "A beautiful baby. Eyes small and oval with little wisps of soft fuzz poking from the head. Feel the features, they are so tiny." Papa traced his fingertips lightly over the sleeping baby's oval eyes and soft fuzz, then held the itty bitty fist in the palm of his hand. "Yes, you are right indeed. A beautiful baby," Sherlock signed with one hand.
A few minuets later Doctor Watson came in wearing a big smile and his white coat. "Daddy! Daddy!" his youngest ones cried joyfully jumping up and down, "Did you see the baby? Isn't the baby beautiful? That's what Papa says, is he right?"
"Of course. Papa is never wrong when it comes to observing." Daddy answered, kneeling besides Papa to look at the newborn. "Truly a miracle Sherlock. Just like all of our children when each were born. She is resting, shall we give our congratulations now to them?"
"Yes, I'm sure the children will be glad to finally see Mummy." Sherlock handed the infant back to John and stood up straightening his suit. A small delicate hand cemented itself in Sherlock's and led him out behind John, and with the rest of the the children trailing like little ducklings.
A-N: Did you enjoy it? I hope you did. I really like writing this vague form of writing, it lets the reader decide a lot of the storyline subconsciously. Read "Please, Don't Go!" as another example of such writing.
I'd love to know your answer to the questions:
1- What is the gender of each child mentioned: the messenger, the one who is deaf, the newborn and what made you think of that?
2- Who's child is it: Holmes' or Watson's? (Did you have to reread part of it because your brain subconsciously assigned the child as Watson's knowing John is a doctor and is handing the child away?)
It is highly unlikely two persons will say the same answers for all the aforementioned characters.
"Watching Over Each Other" has been updated and currently working on the next chapter. Yea, no writer's block for me at the moment. I hope it stays like this.