John opened the door to the apartment and was met with a symphony of noises coming from the kitchen.
Splash. Crash. "Whoops." Bang.
"Sherlock!" He bemoaned, "I just cleaned up your experiment from yesterday, this morning."
He heard the sound of a pan hitting a rack in the oven. Oh Jesus, he's about to set the flat on fire. John burst through the door to the kitchen to reveal chaos and experiments.
However, this time not those of his husband.
Rosie wore an apron that was covered in flour, a bowl in one hand, an electric mixer in the other. Batter dripped from the mixer paddle onto the floor as she moved across the kitchen. Rosie set the bowl down on the table where Sherlock sat. He dipped a finger into the batter and licked it clean.
"Hm, could do with less salt, I think." Sherlock analyzed.
"Ah," John let out, realizing what was happening, "Didn't know Rosie's bake shop was opening up in our kitchen." John was quite pleased his daughter chose such a delicious hobby, he just wished it didn't mean nonstop experiments in the kitchen. "It looks like The Bear in here."
"Why would there be a bear in central London?" Sherlock asked, his eyebrows knitting together.
"Dad, we need more baking powder, please." Rosie announced, placing a kiss on his cheek as she continued moving through the kitchen.
"Alright then, I'm off to the shops." John started off.
His kitchen would never be clean. He couldn't be happier.
I finally joined in on @calaisreno's May writing challenge. Inspired by my own adventures in baking and all the adorable parentlock blurbs i've read lately
origamiaround
izzy806
kianamaiart
2087
tangentwithtanner
gummygunk
kaledo-art
blakekathryn
ellievsbear
