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Geneva Sherlock's niece had dropped Violet her daughter off at around 10am. John was working the morning shift at the surgery so Sherlock was on his own with Gladstone. He could cope with a baby and a puppy for a couple of hours he thought to himself.
Sherlock popped CBBC on and within ten minutes Violet was asleep on his lap. He wasn't surprised, a couple of minutes watching Teletubbies had made him feel comatose. He flicked through the channels careful not to wake the sleeping babe, finally finding a documentary on bees that seemed interesting.
An hour passed, Gladstone sat in front of him, and woofed. Sherlock put a finger to his lips to quiet him, it didn't work. It was time for his walk. Violet stretched on Sherlock's lap and rubbed her eye, slowly waking up.
"S'ock." She muttered trying to sit up. Sherlock gently pulled her up.
"You're awake." He said smiling. "Would you like to come for a walk with Gladstone and me?"
"Mmm." She said putting her hand on his cheek. Sherlock took her hand and pressed a kiss into her tiny palm.
*****
Sherlock carried Violet down the stairs carefully and sat her down on the floor next to Gladstone. He pulled Gladstone's harness out of his coat pocket, bent down and put it on him into without a struggle for a change.
Sherlock went through his checklist in his head. Gladstone, pram, baby changing bag, change of clothes, hat, sun cream, juice, Rusks, wet wipes, Paddington Bear, rain cover for pram, wallet, keys and mobile. Sherlock opened the front door and pushed the pram out with Gladstone at his side. He shut the door, and checked it was locked, then paused, he had the feeling he had forgotten something. Gladstone scratched at the front door and looked up at him. Sherlock looked down into the pram.
"Ahhh.." Sherlock unlocked the door and opened it slowly to find an innocent looking Violet sucking her thumb.
*****
"Oh my god she's beautiful!" The woman cried running toward Sherlock. Violet's eyes widened as the woman went to touch her. Sherlock managed to push her hands away before she squeezed Violet's cheeks. Gladstone grumbled standing between the woman an the pram.
"Do you mind, I've no idea where you've had your hands." Sherlock pushed the pram onwards tutting as the woman stood shocked, her mouth open. Of course he did know exactly where the woman had her hands. But if she hadn't learned by the age of 32 to wash her hands after using the loo she never would. Quite frankly it wasn't worth his time.
"People have no idea." Sherlock said to a happily gurgling Violet. Gladstone wagged his tail and trotted alongside them.