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John meets Harry at Speedy’s for Rosie. The smell of her baby shampoo head is like heaven, and he’s so glad to see her again. He doesn’t get to savour the moment long; she’s squirmy, hyped up on sugar and has that look in her eyes like she hasn’t slept enough. It must have been a good weekend, then.
“So, little brother,” Harry says. “What’s up?” She’s got a knowing gleam in her eyes.
“Well,” John says, sipping his tea, ignoring Mr Chattergee behind the counter.
He doesn’t get to finish because Harry starts to laugh. “Oh, Johnny.” She places a hand over his own. “I’m just sorry you didn’t do this two years ago!”
John huffs. It’s laughter. “Me, too.” It strikes him—how true this is. He’d spent far too long running.
Rosie drains the rest of her cocoa and hops down from her seat. “Sh-lk,” She says, shimmying her little bottom, dancing. “Shk, sh--loooook.” She knows this place. John smiles.
“Soon, Rose,” he says.
He and Harry catch up briefly, making plans for Boxing Day, and then she leaves.
John takes Rosie’s little hand, leads her upstairs. She takes the steps slowly, but when she gets to the landing, Sherlock is waiting for them both.
“Watsons!” he says, smiling, hands out for both of them. “You’re back!”
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