#daddysherlock

Daddy Sherlock - Imagine having a child with Sherlock

As you run to the bathroom for the second time, Sherlock becomes concerned for your well-being.

"Y/N, are you OK?"

"Yes. Just a bit nauseous. Must be something I ate."

He makes you some tea and tells you to rest for the rest of the day. But his mind keeps trying to work out what you have, and he asks Dr Watson to examine you.

John, always so perceptive, asks how long you have been feeling ill.

"Oh, about a month or so."

"I see. Have you considered taking a pregnancy test, Y/N?"

"I'm not pregnant, John."

"We can't rule it out until you've taken the test and we can confirm it."

You are worried, but agree and ask John not to mention this to Sherlock.

After you return home, you take the test and, as you wait, your heart races and your imagination runs wild at the prospect of having Sherlock's baby. You look at the test, confirming the pregnancy and your legs turn to jelly. Tears stream down your cheeks as the news settles in.

'I'm having a baby. With Sherlock Holmes!

Oh, how am I going to tell him?'

Sherlock came home to find you pacing nervously in the living room.

"Has something happened?"

"Yes, Sherlock. We need to talk."

He sits down on the sofa beside you, a worried look in his eyes.

"Y/N, you're making me nervous. Tell me what is going on."

Slowly you take the test out of your pocket and show it to him.

"A... Pregnancy test?"

You sigh.

"A positive pregnancy test, Sherlock."

"Yes, I can see that. And?"

"I took the test today."

He blinks, stares at it as if it can speak to him.

"Sherlock, you're going to be a father." You say, letting the news sink in.

Sherlock sits quietly on the couch, his mind in a whirl of emotions as he tries to process the news. His eyes flick from the positive test to your worried face, unsure of what to say or do.

Finally, he manages to speak.

"I never expected this, Y/N. I don't know how to be a father."

He looks down at his hands, feeling overwhelmed.

You take his hands gently, your eyes meet.

"You don't have to be perfect, Sherlock. No parent is. We'll work this out together, one step at a time." You say, your voice calm and reassuring.

"But... What if I mess it up? What if I can't be the father our child needs?" He asks, a hint of fear in his voice.

You stroke his cheek with a gentle smile.

"You're going to be a wonderful father, Sherlock. I can feel it. And I'll be here every step of the way to support you, to help you navigate this new journey." You pause for a moment and look into his eyes.

"And remember, our love for this baby will see us through any challenges that come our way."

Sherlock looks at you, his heart filled with love for you and the child you have created together. He nods, determined to do his best.

"I can do this, Y/N. For you, for our child." He says, a new determination in his voice. He puts his arms around you and kisses your lips, grateful for your support and love.

"We're in this together, Sherlock. Through the ups and downs, the good times and the hard times, we'll face it all as a family." You hold him close.

Sherlock leans his forehead against yours, a sense of peace settling over him. He knows there will be challenges ahead, but with you by his side, he feels ready to face whatever comes their way.

"I love you, Y/N. And I love our baby more than I can say." He says, his voice full of love and warmth.

You smile, your eyes shining with happiness.

"I love you too, Sherlock. And I love our little family. Together we will create a future full of love and hope.

Sherlock slowly realises he's about to embark on the greatest adventure of his life, facing the biggest challenge yet. It's not just about being a detective now. It's about being a father. About taking care of a vulnerable, innocent life. A responsibility that terrifies him, but also makes him feel deeply alive. This baby will change everything. It will force him to confront his fears, his flaws, his deepest emotions. And he's not sure he's ready. But then he looks at you, and he knows he has to be.

For you, for your baby, he must rise to the challenge. He must be the man you two deserve: strong, compassionate, and brave. And he knows that you will be there by his side, supporting him every step of the way. And as he looks into you eyes, he sees in them the promise of a beautiful future filled with hope, love, and endless possibilities.

With a deep breath, he takes your hand and says,

"Let's do this. Together, we can be the parents this baby deserves."

You smile at him, your eyes brimming with joy and anticipation. You wrap your arms around him in a loving embrace, whispering softly,

"I have faith in us, Sherlock. And I believe in you. Together, we're going to create a loving, nurturing environment for our child. One that will guide him through life's ups and downs, and make him into the best version of himself."

Sherlock holds you close, his heart swelling with love and gratitude.

"We'll have a little detective running around in no time." You laugh.

The idea of your child following in his footsteps makes Sherlock smile.

"A detective in the making, huh?" He replies, stroking your belly. "I can't wait to teach this baby about everything."

Months later...

As the evening wears on, Sherlock finds himself standing in the nursery, the soft glow of the nightlight illuminating the room. He looks around, taking in the sight of the crib, the changing table, the rocking chair, and the shelves filled with baby toys and supplies.

It's a surreal feeling, knowing that this room will soon be filled with the sound of your child's laughter and the warmth of your family.

Despite the uncertainty of what lies ahead, Sherlock knows that you will face it together, creating a loving and nurturing environment for your child.

With a contented sigh, he walks out of the nursery and finds you resting on the couch with your feet up.

"The nursery is all set," he says softly, joining her by the side.

You take his hand and smiles, your eyes shining with love and warmth.

"Thanks, Sherlock. It looks beautiful."

He gently strokes your hair, your eyes meeting in a tender moment.

"I can't believe we're about to embark on this journey together. I'm grateful for every moment we share, and I can't wait to meet our child."

You lean into Sherlock, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Me too, Sherlock. I'm excited and a bit nervous, but I know we'll be great together. Just like we always have been."

Sherlock wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer.

"I can see it now," he says softly, his voice filled with wonder. "Our child running around, laughing, curious about the world. It's a beautiful picture."

He places his hand on your abdomen, feeling the gentle warmth of your pregnant belly.

You gently strokes his hand, your heart filled with love.

"It'll be a joy to watch them grow up, to see their first words, their first steps. They'll be the luckiest child in the world, because they'll have you as their father."

Sherlock smiles, feeling humbled by your words.

"I'll do my best to be the father they deserve, Y/N. I promise you that."

He caresses your belly, filled with anticipation.

"Just a few more months, and we'll meet our little one."

You lean in, your lips meeting his in a loving kiss.

"I can't wait," you says softly, as you pull apart.

Sherlock smiles contentedly, the love and connection between you palpable in the quiet intimacy of the room.