mystrade babysitting rosie for johnlock though
greg takes her at the door. sherlock’s packed an entire travelling bag for her, just for one afternoon. he’s having a minor meltdown over leaving her, but john’s pretty chill. he hands rosie calmly over to greg and puts a soothing hand on sherlock’s back and guides him back to the cab.
‘sherlock, we’ve been through this love. she’ll be fine. i promise.’
‘what if mycroft CORRUPTS her though, john, wait, did we pack the second spare dummy?’
'yes, sweetheart. and the third and fourth as well. and yes, you triple-sterilised them all. come on.’
greg cuddles her as he waves goodbye. she coos happily and hits his chin with her baby fist.
mycroft won’t take her, to start with. but greg tells him reassuringly that he’ll get the hang of it, and gently plops rosie into his arms and goes to make a cuppa.
mycroft warily inspects this little creature in his arms. she looks sternly back at him and says 'blllb.’
when greg comes back rosie’s drooling on mycroft’s silk tie. she chews gummily on her lil hand and gazes up at him with big solemn eyes.
and mycroft's looking down at her like he can't quite believe she's real. 'her hands are so small,' he says.
and then he looks up and greg's grinning at him with his eyes crinkled at the edges, and mycroft clears his throat and says quickly, 'that is, she seems quite fully functional, as far as babies go.'
but greg knows what he means, and he shakes his head and says, 'for someone with such a big brain you can be completely ridiculous sometimes, mycroft,' and he smooths his hand over rosie’s downy lil head and kisses mycroft's forehead.
