A/N- Okay, I'm sorry again :/ I am a HORRIBLE updater. I couldn't think of what of write! But, on the up side, this story is almost done. This chapter and one more. I've never finished a story before! I'm kinda proud of myself. Anyway, hope this is good!
Chapter 6- What Now?
Sherlock woke up the next morning with John in his arms and a bright eyed little girl in a blue nightgown staring at him.
"Good morning," she chirped, albeit quietly "Can you make breakfast? Daddy is sleeping." Sherlock nodded sleepily, then extracated himself from John. He made his way into the kitchen.
"What would you like for breakfast?" he asked.
"Do you think that this is a special enough day for pancakes?" she asked, "Daddy makes us save pancakes for special days." Sherlock smiled at the sweet little girl.
"Yes, I think that today is a special enough day for pancakes," he replied, "But your Daddy makes much better pancakes than I do."
"Hmm," she mused, "what's your favorite?"
"How about I surprise you?"
"Okay," she agreed, then watched Sherlock intently as he began to make French Toast, "What should I call you?" she asked. Sherlock paused for a moment.
"Whatever you like, love," he replied.
"Alright, I'll call Daddy, John-Daddy, and I'll call you Sherlock-Daddy."
"Alright with me, Elspeth," Sherlock said, "Just ask John first, because he was your Daddy for longer."
"Okay," she agreed, "But you were still my Daddy, even though you weren't here," she added, "Look! You're in my family picture!" she smiled at Sherlock and pointed to the fridge. Sherlock had to blink back tears as he saw the childish drawing of himself and John holding hands with Elspeth, with Greg, Mycroft, Molly, and Mrs. Hudson surrounding them.
"What's wrong, Sherlock-Daddy?" she asked worriedly.
"Nothing, darling," Sherlock replied, "I'm just really happy to be home."
"I'm glad you came back, Sherlock-Daddy," Elspeth smiled at him.
"Me too," Sherlock said, "Now why don't you go get your Daddy and tell him breakfast is ready."
"Alright!" she left enthusiastically. About five minutes later, John stumbled into the kitchen.
"Good morning, John," Sherlock said uncertainly, "there's tea on the table for you." Without speaking, John made himself a cup of tea, then consumed about half of it before he looked up at Sherlock and smiled.
"Good morning, Sherlock." Sherlock let out a tiny sigh of relief at the sight of John's smile.
"French toast?" he asked the older man. John raised his eyebrows.
"You cook?"
"Obviously." Elspeth looked at Sherlock with an expression that even John could read. It said "be nice!" Sherlock coughed a bit. "I mean, yes, I do cook. I learned how to do this when I was in France." Elspeth smiled at Sherlock. John looked at the two of them, then collapsed in laughter, spilling his mostly finished tea in the process. Elspeth and Sherlock looked at him in almost identical looks of confusion, which made John laugh even harder. Eventually, he got himself under control enough to communicate to Sherlock the source of his mirth.
"That little girl has you wrapped around her pinky finger." John said, still laughing slightly while he cleaned up the spilled tea. Sherlock had the decency to look slightly embarrassed.
"Oh," he said, "Um, well, I suppose." he conceded. Elspeth looked embarrassed as well, but not before a flash of victory showed on her face.
After the little family ate breakfast, they sent Elspeth off to play while they had "grown up talk." Elspeth didn't think that this was fair at all since she was a big girl and a smart one too. Why should they get to have all the fun?
She pouted in her room for a minute, then decided that she was going to hear her daddies talk. After considering it for a moment, she remembered that ninjas were great at sneaking. She would be a ninja! She catalogued all that she knew about ninjas. First, they wore all black. That was easy enough. She found black tights, a black long sleeved shirt, and black socks. Then she wrapped a black scarf around her head until it was a mask. There. That would make sure that they didn't recognize her.
She crept down the stairs until she was very close to the door of the living room, where her daddies were talking.
"-ever forgive me, John?" Sherlock-Daddy asked. This was interesting!
"Of course, Sherlock," John-Daddy responded, "and Elspeth was the greatest gift you could ever give me."
"I'm glad you love her as much as I hoped you would" Sherlock-Daddy said, sounding pleased, "And I was floored when she told me her name. Naming her after Molly was a nice touch."
"Thanks, she's kept me.. Well she kept me alive. I was sorely tempted to off myself, in all honesty, but I couldn't bear the thought of this beautiful girl being completely alone in the world. Or worse, stuck with Mycroft!" Sherlock laughed with John, and Elspeth privately thought that there was no more beautiful sound in the world than her daddies laughing. Finally it subsided.
"So.. What now?" Sherlock asked awkwardly.
"Well, you could stay and be your daughter's father again," John said seriously, "But it would mean a bit of a change in your lifestyle."
"Change?"
"There would be rules. Most of which involving experiments and crime scenes and such." Sherlock debated this for a moment.
"Fair enough," he replied, "Am I back in the family?" At this, Elspeth could contain herself no longer.
"Yes! Yes, yes, YES! You are a part of my family! You're my Sherlock-Daddy! John-Daddy, please let him stay?" John gave her a look for a moment, then relented and smiled.
"You really think we should let him stay?"
"Yes! Please, please, please? I wanna show him to Mr. Greg and Ms. Hudson and Uncle My-my and Doctor Molly! I think they'll wanna meet him!" John and Sherlock both laughed at this
"I'm sure they would, love," Sherlock looked at her with a smile.
"Alright, Elspeth, he can stay."
"YAY!"
"Now would you please explain what exactly you're wearing?"