sunday morning

It was an ordinary Sunday morning. The sun was shining, clouds were floating across the sky, the distant hum of cars could be heard from the side of the motorway. Everything is as usual. At 221 Baker Street on the second floor, the door is wide open. Happy voices and children's laughter come from there. There are two men standing in the middle of the room. One of them, the one with blond hair, is holding a small child in his arms, playing with him, tickling his tummy, kissing his forehead. The baby is filled with sincere children's laughter. A tall, dark-haired guy stands nearby and watches this picture with a smile. Who would have thought that Sherlock Holmes is a famous detective, can smile like that! Little Rosie in John's arms is happily babbling something to herself, and suddenly says expressively clearly : - Dad! Watching Watson's reaction. John smiles proudly, he is a happy father, look what he has taught the child. Baby's attention shifts to Sherlock. ーm....m... Holm smiles expectantly, waiting for what Rosie will say this time. "maybe... Mr. Holmes?" Rosie shouts to the whole room in a cheerful voice Mom! John : 0_0 Sherlock: 0_0 They exchange glances. John sighs and says in a doomed voice - well... The child's word is the law. And they got married and lived happily ever after!