Rosie smiles up at her and nods a little, eyes starting to close. She was comfortable and now starting to get sleepy.
John and Sherlock smile, watching them.
Irene gently ran her hand over Rosie’s shoulders as she started to hum a Russian lullaby, quickly forgetting the men in the room. This was probably going to be a bad habit if she’s to stick around.
They both smile softly, watching Irene and Rosie, neither of them minding. Sherlock had picked up quickly on what the song was but John was left clueless, not that he minded.

















