"The Hungry Catapilla!" Sherly exclaimed as Sherlock grinned. He was afraid that she would choose something like that. A book without a lot of words and rather large pictures. He could tell that this was going to be rather mind numbing, but he proceeded anyway. John leaned against the wall, watching with excitement, as Sherlock stood back up and sat on the edge of the bed. Just as he sat down, Sherly climbed over to him and sat promptly on his lap. Sherlock just stared at her, confused.
"Can you see?" he asked, thinking that wasn't the best place to hear a story from. However, the girl nodded, excited. Sherlock glanced at John, who was enjoying this too much. With a deep breath, Sherlock began to read. "In the light of the moon a little egg lay on a leaf..."
Within minutes, Sherly slowly began to fall asleep. Sherlock continued to read until the end before seeing that she had passed out. He closed the book and gave John a very panicked look, not sure how to get up without waking Sherly. John smiled, shaking his head, and walked over. He picked up Sherly and tucked her in, kissing her forehead. Sherlock immediately stood up and straightened his shirt and followed John out.
"That was absolutely brilliant," John informed once they were in the kitchen.
"What was?" Sherlock asked as he stopped.
"I've never seen her fall asleep so quickly. Mary and I usually have to read her two or three bedtime stories before she even begins to nod off," John smiled, with a hint of pride. Sherlock smirked, feeling as if he had accomplished something.
"Maybe I should come by more often," Sherlock suggested, liking the idea of being around John more. John smiled and nodded while Sherlock grabbed his coat.
"Maybe you should," John agreed before showing Sherlock to the door and ending their little domestic adventure.