So this is my official headcanon (because apparently that is probably all I’m going to get):
After finally coming to terms with his past, and with the trauma of Eurus, Sherlock is finally free to embrace his emotions. He’s a little rusty, but he’s learning. He’s also finally free to allow himself to understand the true depths of his love for John. Not that of a brother in arms, or of a best friend, but actual all consuming love.
It’s a slow process, but as they’re rebuilding Baker Street together, John sees this change in Sherlock. John then starts to re-evaluate what he feelings for Sherlock, re-examines those feelings he long since stamped down, and all but abandoned.
Baker Street is rebuilt, and so are they. Finally one of them takes a chance, and makes a move.
Rosie is playing on a blanket, and John and Sherlock are sitting in front of the fire. John and Rosie should be heading back to their flat soon, but neither of our boys want the evening to end just yet. That’s when it happens, they share a kiss, and admit what they’ve always known, known from that first day in Bart’s.
Again, they keep it slow, they have Rosie to consider. So John returns to his flat, but with a promise that it’s only the beginning.
But really, it’s not that slow at all. Within six months, John and Rosie leave their flat to return to Baker Street. Rosie goes up in John’s old room (it had been turned in to a nursery and play room already), and John joins Sherlock downstairs, in their room.
They still solve crime, helping anyone who needs it. They raise Rosie together, and Rosie loves Sherlock just as much as she loves John. Sherlock is not Uncle Sherlock to her, or just her godfather. No, Sherlock is simply Dad, just as John is Daddy. That’s all she’s ever known, Sherlock and John together forever.
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