So this is the first story I have published in 2018 better late than ever I guess. It has taken me since April to finish it and I'm finally ready to share I hope you like it.

Heads up this chapter is a bit sad so sorry in advance. Enjoy.

The last few years had been tough for Sherlock and Molly. Becoming godparents to Rosie was the day that they would never forget. Molly couldn't believe the day Mary had asked her to be the person who would care for Rosie if anything happened to her or John; she felt honoured and accepted right away. Little did she know, a year after that conversation happened, the unimaginable would happen.

Mary and John had dropped Rosie off at Molly's, so they could have a weekend getaway. Molly didn't mind at all because she loved spending time with Rosie and knew that John and Mary deserved a night off. Molly wasn't alone in looking after Rosie; Sherlock had conveniently decided he was going to use her flat as a bolthole. Molly thought that he just wanted to spend time with Rosie and herself, but she wasn't going to say otherwise. She just got on with whatever the detective said, just for one quiet evening.

Whilst she ordered takeaway for Sherlock and herself, the detective decided he would help by feeding Rosie, although it looked like he was getting more food on himself than the child. Molly couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

"Don't just laugh at me, Hooper, this is more difficult than it looks," Sherlock said to her.

"It's easy if you know how," Molly said, trying to be more helpful.

"If you think that you can do a better job, please, show me how it is done."

The moment Molly sat down in front of Rosie, it was like she changed. Molly was able to give the food to her with no problems, which seemed to impress but slightly annoy Sherlock at the same time. After everyone had eaten their food, Molly got Rosie washed and ready for bed.

Just before Molly put her to bed, she decided to read her a story just like her parents did each night. As she read, Sherlock made comments about the story that didn't make sense to him.

"I don't get it why would a mother send her child into a forest if she knew there were going to be wolves that could potentially eat her child. It just does not make sense."

"It's a children's story, Sherlock, it has a hidden message inside it." Molly laughed

"Oh, and what is the 'hidden message' in this one?"

"To teach children not to talk to strangers."

Sherlock thought about this for a minute. "Nope, still don't see it. It's a stupid story if you ask me, like most children's stories."

After Rosie fell asleep on her godmother's lap, Sherlock picked her up and took to the Moses basket that had been set up in Molly's bedroom. When he returned to the living room, he found Molly clearing up after their dinner.

"Have you ever thought about having children, Molly?" Sherlock asked.

This question seemed to surprise Molly. The detective had asked many personal questions over the years, but this was one she would not expect from him.

"Yes. When I was younger, it was one thing that I wanted, but I don't think that will happen now. How about you? Have you ever wanted children?"

"No, not really. I don't think I'd be any good at it," Sherlock told her.

"You're good with Rosie," Molly told him.

"So are you." Sherlock smiled at her.

After Molly finished clearing up, she and Sherlock sat down in front of the TV, trying to find something on Netflix that they could both agree on. They got halfway through a crime drama before it was decided that Sherlock was not allowed to talk through it.

When the episode had finished, Sherlock leaned over and started to kiss her.

This wasn't the first time it had happened, but they never spoke about it. He was now above her on the sofa; as she looked at him, she knew this wasn't the same detective, the one he presented himself to the world. This was her Sherlock.

Molly could smell his aftershave on his neck she almost let herself get lost in when she brought herself back to reality. "Sherlock, we can't. Rosie is here."

"There's always your spare room. Besides, the sofa hasn't stopped us before."

Before Molly could think of a reply, Sherlock's phone started to ring.

"You should probably get that."

Begrudgingly, Sherlock got off Molly, and went to check his phone. "It's Greg."

"Probably got another case for you."

"Let's see, shall we?" Sherlock said, as he answered the phone.

As he began to listen to the man on the other side of the phone, Molly swore that she saw all the colour drain from Sherlock's face.

"What's wrong Sherlock?" she said, reaching his arm out to him.

When the phone call finished, he put his phone down and stared at the wall. For a moment, it looked like he had gone into his mind palace. Then:

"It's Mary and John …there's been an accident."

"Do we need to go to the hospital?"

"John and Mary are dead."

Molly couldn't believe the words that just left Sherlock's mouth. "But...I saw them three hours ago. They were here…alive."

"A drunk driver cut them off. Caused a crash. They didn't make it."

"No. This can't be happening."

"Greg wants me to go to Bart's to make sure it's definitely them," Sherlock said. still looking at the wall.

"I'll go with you," Molly said, hoping this would be helpful.

Just then, the cries from Rosie broke them both from their thoughts.

"Oh god, Rosie. What do we do? She just lost her parents. Sherlock, what do we do?"

"Go get Rosie. We will take her with us; she won't see them, but at least she'll be there. I'll text Mycroft, see if he can send us a car."

Molly went into her room and tried to settle Rosie and get her ready to go to Bart's. When she walked back into the living room, she saw that Sherlock had put his coat on and had the baby carrier in his hand.

"Go put your coat on, I'll put Rosie in this," Sherlock said, as he stepped forward to take Rosie from her.

"Thanks," Molly said to him.

The ride to Bart's was mostly in silence. Sherlock was on his phone, texting his brother. Molly kept her focus on Rosie, just making sure she was okay. When they finally got to Bart's, Greg was waiting for them.

"Sorry to call you both here at this late hour, but I just wanted you to check if it's definitely them," Lestrade said, as they walked to the morgue.

"I'll wait out here with Rosie, you two go in. I'll be right here when you get out," Molly said, directing the last bit at Sherlock.

It was more than fifteen minutes before she saw Sherlock again. In that time, Rosie had woken up and didn't want to go back to sleep. Molly tried her best to calm her down, but nothing seemed to work. Did she somehow know something had happened to her parents? She thought to herself. As she tried to comfort her goddaughter. the door opened, and Sherlock walked out. From the look on his face, she could see that it was true: their friends were gone.

Sherlock walked over and gently took Rosie into his arms. "It's going to be okay, Watson. I promise."

Not long after this, they found out the news. Another car came to pick them up to take them to Mycroft's office to discuss details about what would happen to Rosie. When they saw the older brother, it was clear that the loss of the Watsons had upset him too.

"As I'm sure you both know, you are godparents to Rosie. However, I've been looking over they're will this evening, and it's clear they have done more than that."

"Like what, brother mine?" Sherlock asked.

"In the event that something like this was to happen, they have named you and Doctor Hooper her legal guardians."

"Us? Molly asked, shocked.

"It would seem so," Mycroft said to her. "Not only that but they have also left you their house, so Rosie can grow up in a home that they chose for her."

"It seems like they really thought about this," Sherlock said, to no one in particular.

After deciding to go over the paperwork later, they took Rosie back to her home, which was now also Sherlock and Molly's. Opening the door and walking in was odd; the place seemed too quiet. Molly walked upstairs, carrying a sleeping Rosie to her room. When she came back downstairs, she found Sherlock sat on the sofa, silently crying.

Molly walked over to Sherlock and pulled him into a hug. and then she finally let herself cry. They weren't sure how long they held each other like that; it could have been five minutes, or it could have been hours.

"I promised John and Mary that I would keep them and Rosie safe. I promised the three of them," Sherlock whispered.

"This wasn't your fault, Sherlock. You couldn't have stopped this."

"I know, but I'm going to do everything that I can to make sure Rosie is always safe, and that extends to you too. I can't lose you too."

"I'm not going anywhere, Sherlock. We must be here for Rosie. I understand if you don't want to help, but I'm sure Bart's will be able to help work out a more convenient schedule. I know that raising a child probably isn't your thing so-"

Sherlock knew he had to interrupt her ramble of worry. "Molly, I want to try. I'm not sure, but we can both learn."

"We will learn together."

Even though that was five years ago, Molly still found the news hard to believe. So much had changed in that time; she no longer had her flat and Sherlock no longer lived at Baker Street, now only using it as an office. He and Mycroft both made sure that the person who caused the crash that took the lives of John and Mary was put behind bars for a long time.

Rosie was doing well herself, getting smarter and more curious as the days went by. She was so much like her parents; she was the spitting image of Mary, and clever like her too. She also managed to inherit her mother's way with Sherlock; she had him wrapped around her little finger. But she was also like John too; she inherited a bit of his grumpy side, shown when she was tired. Seeing how very like them Rosie was made Molly miss her friends. Molly hoped that they would think Sherlock and herself were doing a good job trying to raise Rosie.

In those five years, a lot had also changed between Sherlock and Molly. They now live together, being parents to Rosie, but also friends, work colleagues, and occasional lovers, so to say it was a bit complicated would be a bit of an understatement.

Of course, things were going to get even more complicated; Molly had just found out she was pregnant with his child.

So that chapter one. How is Sherlock going to react to Molly's news? What is Rosie going to think? The next couple of chapters have been written I will upload them over the next few days.

Feedback is always very grateful love reading the comments. I hope you liked this chapter.