Could you do Drabble 18, "It's ok, if you cry...". Thank you!
This one gave me a hard time at first…but then it gave me lots of nice feels. :’)
18. “It’s ok to cry…”
Sherlock was completely and totally beat as he arrived at Molly’s flat. He was physically tired from being out all night chasing a suspect, hungry from having gone without food for almost a full day, and emotionally drained because of the fact that Lestrade ended up having to shoot the young criminal after he was foolish enough to pull a gun on them.
Perhaps in the past it wouldn’t have bothered him quite as much. But when he walked over and saw the lifeless face of a man who was barely a man, his heart ached a little. His mind went to the young man’s parents and how broken they’d be upon hearing the news, regardless of what life their son had led up till then. A parent shouldn’t have to lose a child. Period. And Sherlock felt more strongly about that fact now than he ever had before. Not just because of Victor, or because of the unnecessary pain his parents lived with for so many years, but also because of being a Godparent himself. That child meant the world to him, and he could only imagine the level of attachment that came from truly being a father.
He couldn’t help but wonder if that amount of love, and all that went with it, might just break him.
He walked in the door to see Molly balancing Rosie on her hip while trying to stir some soup. She turned and grinned upon hearing him enter, though her expression shifted as soon as she examined his.
“Oh goodness…long night?” Molly asked
“Sadly yes,” Sherlock admitted with a small smile.
“Well this one should be having a morning nap soon and I think Uncle Sherlock should do the same!” Molly said with a tickle on Rosie’s belly, making her giggle. “Oh and I think there’s something we need to show Uncle Sherlock, right?”
“Oh?” Sherlock asked while taking off his coat. “And what is that?”
“Well we learned a little something new today. Can’t wait to have her show John when he’s back from his medical conference!” Molly adjusted the sixteen month old Rosie on her hip and spoke clearly to her. “Rosie, what can you say now? Can you say, ‘I love you?’ Can you tell Uncle Sherlock?”
Rosie turned and grinned brightly at Sherlock. She pointed to him enthusiastically.
Sherlock’s eyes widened and jaw dropped open. “Sh-she just said she loves me!”
Molly nodded. “Yep, that’s right. We’ve been practicing all morning!”
“Luh you!” Rosie said excitedly again, reaching out to Sherlock.
Sherlock took her into his arms and felt a strange tightness in his chest and throat as he swept some of the blonde curls from her face. “Love you too, Rosie.”
That was when he realized that Molly was peering at him with particular interest and maybe even a little amusement. Sherlock cleared his throat and sniffed.
“Stupid cat of yours,” he attempted. “Got some of the fur in my eyes again.”
Molly smiled and stroked his arm gently. “You know, you’ve had a long night, and she is your Goddaughter and she just told you she loves you for the first time. It’s ok to cry…”
Sherlock pressed his lips together as Rosie snuggled up under his chin, and then he felt a tear escape against his will. He sniffled a little and wiped his eyes, resting his cheek on her soft little head. He managed a shaky smile at Molly.
“Yes, I suppose it is.”
She returned his smile and gave his arm one more squeeze before returning to the soup, speaking over her shoulder while spooning some into a bow.
“You should have some of this and then lay down. You’ll never be able to watch her while I’m at work if you don’t.”
Sherlock sat down at Molly’s kitchen counter, Rosie still in his arms, and he couldn’t stop gazing at the woman across from him. Moisture still clouded his vision a bit…but somehow there was also a newfound and rather brilliant clarity.
As Molly walked over and set the bowl in front of him, Sherlock looked up at her intently.
“Would you like to have one?” he asked very softly. “A child, I mean.”
She stared back at him in silent awe.
“I think- no- I know I would like to,” Sherlock went on. “And what’s more, I know that if I have one…I’d like it to be with you.”
Molly had to take a moment to draw a breath. But finally she nodded, her lips lifting in a slow smile. “Yeah. Yeah I would like to have a child…with you.”
Sherlock felt his heart about to burst as he grinned back at her.
Molly leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to his temple. But she did give him a little smirk as she pulled away.
“Though, I might be even more interested if you ask me out first.”