Sherlock sat quietly in his living room, thinking about the case at hand. Well, he was supposed to think about the case. Instead, his head was filled of John, Mary, and Baby Watson. They were supposed to stop by that day, and Sherlock was a bit nervous. He wasn't used to babies, and he couldn't fathom why John would insist on bringing her to the flat. Sure, Sherlock wanted to meet the entire family, as that was what John wanted, but not here. He would have been more comfortable meeting at their new place.
"You're still sitting up here?" Mrs. Hudson asked as she brought up the tea. Sherlock hardly glanced over at her. "Are you thinking about the new baby?"
"No, I'm thinking about the case," Sherlock snapped as Mrs. Hudson rolled her eyes and set the tray down.
"You know they aren't replacing you with the baby," she informed softly. Sherlock shot her a glared before she shook her head.
"I am not threatened by their daughter," Sherlock hissed, not wanting to think about it. Since the wedding, John had been spending less time with him, but Sherlock knew it was because of the pregnancy. Sherlock thought that it would go back to normal after the birth, and he was going to continue thinking so.
"Of course not," she whispered, putting her hands on her hips. "Well, you should tidy up. They should be here any minute."
"What?" Sherlock asked, jerking forward. Time had passed him by as he sat there, trying to get the baby out of his head. He was going to somewhat baby proof the room, putting away the poisons and such. Mrs. Hudson shook her head and went downstairs as Sherlock rushed around.