Sherlock x reader- Babysit
Well, I’m didn’t take that long right? Today my school had it’s sports so that totally killed me. Anyway, this isn’t as long as I’d like it to be, but it’s something. Doing this on mobile sucks Valhalla balls 😒 but I hope you enjoy none the less, sorry if you see anything jumbled up, it’s because I’m using my phone…
“…..How?” Sherlock looks up at Y/n, confused on how she had possibly beaten him, at chess, again. Y/n winks, moving from her space on the ground, “I’m just that good. You, Mr. Holmes, over think things.” She picks up her empty tea cup, walking to the kitchen with a laugh, Sherlock following behind her. “No I don’t.” Sherlock grumbles.
It was a bit late in the Tuesday evening. And Sherlock and Y/n had nothing better to do to pass the time, since absolutely nothing was happening, no case, nothing of interest to Sherlock at least, so chess it was. And that’s what they’ve been doing for the last half hour, and even after calculated moves and strategies, Sherlock still lost, three times. “Yes you do, sometimes you talk aloud when you concentrate. So I knew where not to move.” Y/n shrugs, pouring more tea into her cup and Sherlock’s.
“I think that’s called cheating.”
“No, I think that’s called using your opponent’s weakness against them.” she smiles, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek. He wraps his hand around her waist, pulling her to him for a proper kiss, lifting her onto the counter, not once pulling away.
Until someone clears their throat behind them.
“I hope I’m not interrupting you two.”
Y/n looks over Sherlock’s shoulder, seeing John standing in the entrance, the blond male shifting awkwardly on his feet.
Y/n smiles kindly at him, trying to ease the awkwardness of the situation, hoping down from the counter. “No,”
She looks up at the curly haired man, glaring a bit before looking back to John. “No. You’re not.”
Sherlock purses his lips at her, taking his cup and heading back into the living room. “Hello John, what brings you ‘round?”
“Oh, I was wondering if you two can watch Rosie later, Me and Mary are going out.”
“Oh, sure, no problem at all. It’s what we’re here for. Right Sherlock?”
“Hmm? Yes of course.” He replies, waving his hand in the air a bit, not at all looking at them, his eyes locked on his phone. Y/n rolls her eyes and assures John and she and Sherlock would be at his place later.
“I can’t do this.” Sherlock states, causing Y/n to laugh, “It’s not that hard Sherly.”
“I find this extremely difficult.” Sherlock says, staring down at Rosie who was laying on her back, holding her tiny feet and giggling up at them. “Changing a diaper isn’t rocket science. I bet Mycroft can do it.”
Sherlock rolls his eyes and glares at the ceiling, Y/n nudges him with her elbow, “I’m right here with you,” she says solemnly, before giggling, “Okay okay. Move over.”
John and Mary had been gone on their anniversary date, and babysitting Rosie was easy as pie, well easy enough when the biggest baby in the room refuses to change her. The night had been filled with spending time with Rosie, making sure she had everything she needed and watching the telly. And of course, cuddling with Sherlock.
“Like I said, not that hard.” Y/n says once she was finished changing the baby, picking her up and placing her on her hip. Poking her cubby cheek, to which the girl responds with a giggle “Well aren’t you just the cutest, lucky thing you take after your mother.” She chuckles to herself, smiling at the child. And Sherlock stood and wondered what’ll be like, to live life away from his norm. Away from solving crimes and being well… him. What’ll be like to live a domesticated life, with her, to have a family of his own.
“Hey,” Y/n waves a hand in front of his face, capturing his attention. “You alright?” She asks when he looks down at her, he nods, smiling slightly. She smiles back and continue to gently rock Rosie to sleep, which she falls into quickly.
When that was done, the two were in John and Mary’s living room. The telly was on, the volume low as not to disturb Rosie who was in the room across from them. Y/n was leaning against Sherlock’s side, his arm around her waist, and she was quite sure that the man was asleep. You know what they say, when the baby sleeps, you sleep too cause you just might miss your chance to. Y/n leans her head against Sherlock’s shoulder, falling asleep even though she tried to keep her eyes open.
Later in the night, John and Mary came back, finding both their friends passed out on their couch. And Mary smiles fondly at them, “Oh I’ll never get over how cute they look together.”
“I didn’t even think he’d be able to find a girlfriend.” John whispers, trying not to wake them up, they do deserve the rest after tonight, he knows how taking care of a baby could be extremely tiring. “You found me.” Mary says softly, smiling at her husband, “Come on, we can wake them in the morning.”