Fluffbruary - Day 7 (Energy)
Seventh day of @fluffbruary, using the prompt "energy"
I'm late, I know. Now shut up and read
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"How energetic she is." Said Lestrade
"I wonder where she gets that from." John replied, feigning exasperation.
Greg laid a hand on his shoulder in friendship. "Must keep your days busy between her and the big kid."
John sighed heavily, and Greg laughed.
They were due to leave for the park when Greg arrived. Rosie was desperate to go so Greg had offered to follow them and that he would talk to them when they got there. John had sent him a relieved look, he knew it would be impossible to keep her in the flat when he had promised a trip to the park.
"What did you want to talk to us about?" John finally asked once they had sat down on a free bench.
"A paperwork thing, a quick thing to do but I knew Sherlock would grumble about coming all the way to NSY." Explains Greg. "I have the papers with me for you to sign and we'll all be out of your hair."
John took the famous papers that Greg brandished out of his satchel that he has with him. He signs while keeping an eye on Rosie playing among the bushes.
"How's it going?" Greg asked, before clarifying when John frowned. "With Sherlock? He's not a patient person, so seeing him play with a child is something I wouldn't think I'd ever see."
"I was thinking the same thing." He glanced toward Sherlock and his daughter studying a sheet of paper. When he'd offered to come back to Baker Street, he'd never said yes so quickly. "I was afraid he'd go back on his decision after we moved in."
Greg nodded, understanding what he meant. "Rosie may be cute, but she's very energetic." He saw her often and every time, the little girl was happy to see him and let everyone in the apartment, but also in the building, know it.
At the same time, Rosie squealed with joy when Sherlock took her on his shoulders, allowing her to see the world from a higher perspective. Greg sees his detective friend's eyes shine.
"Amazingly, Sherlock can handle her energy waves," John continues, "He's so caring with her. I've never seen him like that with anyone else."
"I have."
John turned his head toward his friend. He waited for him to explain.
"With you. And yes," Greg continued when John wanted to contradict him, "I'm serious. Especially since he came back from his two-year absence. He was always careful with what you wanted."
"If he had been careful with what I wanted, he wouldn't have lied to me."
"That's bullshit and you know it." Greg replied coldly. He likes John, he's been a good friend since they've known each other but sometimes he infuriates him. "He had no choice, it was either this or our death to Mrs. Hudson, you or me. You know Sherlock cares too much about the three of us to put our lives at risk."
John says nothing. He knows Greg is right, he has even forgiven Sherlock, but the betrayal he felt sticks in his throat.
Greg sighed. There's no point in going down this road. "Anyway, you're catching the eye of all the women with Rosie." Greg joked.
John smiled, happy that they start again on a lighter subject. He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I don't pay attention."
Greg slapped his arm. "Don't be coy! I saw all the stares turn to you when you had the stroller to come here."
"If you say so."
"How !? John-three-continents-Watson, the man who shunned bachelorhood, doesn't notice when he's getting in women's eyes ? I must be dreaming !"
John laughs and tells Greg to lower his voice, like two teenage girls talking about a boy.
"Tell me you're kidding."
John nods. "Really ! I'm not interested anymore."
"Okay, you lost me. What made you change your mind ?"
At the same time, Rosie started running toward them, Sherlock behind her. She began to quickly explain what she had just learned about the leaves and trees in the park, and John had a hard time understanding it all with her rapid speech rate despite her young age and lack of vocabulary.
Sherlock sat down next to John and kissed his cheek. Greg's jaw dropped.
"You should shut your mouth Lestrade, the flies don't come to your stomach by themselves." Sherlock mocked with a sneer. John pinched his thigh. Be kind.
"You...you..." He stutters, pointing at them in turn. Then he begins to laugh. "We've been waiting for this for so long !" exclaimed Greg before leaning over to John to tell him. "I understand better now why you're not interested anymore."
Sherlock frowned. "What are you talking about ?"
"Nothing." Said John innocently, "Just that I live with two energetic kids."
Sherlock looked even more confused. "But... you only have Rosie." John and Greg smiled at the observation genius' lack of understanding. The latter seemed to understand several seconds later. "This is a joke about me, right?"
John and Greg explode with laughter.