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ok ok but like imagine sherlock being left alone to care for the baby and him being all “uncle sherlock is better than uncle mycroft in everything right ?” and rosie just staring up at him with a confused face and him responding with “of course i’m the better one. obviously. now let’s go tell uncle mycroft that.”
Summary: five times Rosie Watson was everything Mycroft Holmes needed, and once he was finally useful to her.
Rosie Watson had followed her father’s footsteps exactly as predicted, while keeping her mother’s grace and intelligence. She was the sweetest baby anyone could ever have seen, specially in that family of weirdos where no one escaped any kind of weird mind, not even John himself. She was a normal baby, with a happy smile and rosy cheeks and a laugh that made everyone coo. Rosie was the light of that place, of their world, and they couldn’t be more thankful for her.
Weirdly enough, as she grew, she also turned to the person that no one expected her to. Not John, her dad and who loved her more than all; not Sherlock, her weird uncle/dad that played with her and told impossibly unimaginable things; not Molly, her aunt who loved walking around in parks and talking about flowers; not miss Hudson, her granny, who made her special food and always bought her new dresses; not even Lestrade, her far apart uncle, who barely visited but when did, brought the most wonderful gifts and played with her all afternoon. None of them could take the little girl’s attention like Mycroft Holmes, the Ice Man, the British Empire.
He, in all humanity, was the person that Rosie liked the most.