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“Dad...Dad! Look!” Rosie shouted excitedly and ran towards her father. She had something in her hands. Her two pigtails on her head bounced happily on her head as she stormed towards her father. “What do you have there?” John asked her: smiling happily at his daughter. Rosie held out her hands to John. She had a red Christmas ball in her hands. “A Christmas ball? “Don’t we have at least 50 of them or something?” John asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Rosie grinned. But she didn't answer her father's question. Sherlock entered the room. “It's not just any Christmas ball, darling... It's the Christmas ball we painted ourselves on our first Christmas. Look!” Sherlock took the ball from Rosie’s hands and turned it over in his hands. In fact, it was the bullet. It was painted with a small bird wearing a Santa hat. John smiled and took the ball from Sherlock's hand.
He fondly remembers their first Christmas. He hadn't been with Mary then. And Sherlock and John had only been roommates. For Christmas they decided to paint their own Christmas ball. John grinned. It had been damned difficult for Sherlock to convince him to do it, but when John had finally played along, he'd had quite a bit of fun. John hung the ball on the Christmas tree. The tree looked really nice so far. It was full of red and purple balls. There were also at least three fairy lights hanging in the tree. Two glow colorfully and one glows yellowish. “We need another Christmas lace!” says Rosie and jumps around happily. "You're right, Pumpkin," Sherlock says, smiling happily at her. He gave his daughter a kiss on the forehead. “And what about me?” John asked, grinning. “Awww are you jealous? Come here!” Sherlock grinned and pulled the former military doctor to him. Then he gave him a quick cheeky kiss on the lips. “I love you,” John whispered happily. "I love you too, darling," Sherlock said, smiling in love. “Can we continue decorating?” “I’m bored!” Rosie asked and pouted. “Of course, my darling,” John said, patting his daughter on her blonde head of hair.
John broke away from Sherlock and rummaged around in a box. He only heard after he found what he was looking for. “Here Rosie” He held a gold star in his hands. It was a Christmas tree topper. Rosie beamed and whispered a “thank you.” Then she took a step from the kitchen and placed it next to the tree. She stood on the step and noticed that she still hadn't reached the top of the tree. “Wait, I’ll help you,” Sherlock says and lifted Rosie up, giving her the opportunity to get to the top of the tree. She placed the star over the top of the tree and smiled. The tree was quickly decorated. “Thanks, Dad,” Rosie said, smiling slightly at him as he set her back on the ground. Sherlock smiled too. "We are not finished yet. “The tinsel is still missing!” said John and put his hands on his hips. Sherlock and Rosie both just nodded. said John, waving a packet of red tinsel in front of Sherlock's face. Rosie snatches the package from her father's hands.
She opened the tinsel and started spreading it all over the tree. The whole tree was now covered in red tinsel. Rosie had done a good job. The little one was beaming from ear to ear. She loved the Christmas tree. And she loved Christmas. It was her favorite time of the year. She loved the lights, the smell and the atmosphere. Christmas was just a great time. John and Sherlock hugged and look at the tree too. Both smiled happily and proudly. It was her fourth Christmas with Rosie and without Mary. John was happy that his daughter could celebrate Christmas happily without thinking about her mother. That was the most important thing for him. That she was happy even without her mother. Her mother would always be with her. Mary would also always be with John. She will forever be in the hearts of those she loved dearly. John smiled at that thought. He looked at Sherlock. He loved this man so much. And even though he couldn't marry him yet, simply because he wasn't ready to marry again yet, he still never wanted to let him go again.
Sherlock was the second love of his life. The first love of his life was Rosie. Or even Mary. But Mary was no longer there. She was dead and John had come to terms with that. He had to get on with his life. For Rosie. For his daughter. Besides, he had Sherlock and he loved him more than anything. "Father! Daddy! Look! It's snowing outside!" he heard his daughter shout happily. She was standing at the window and looking out. Sherlock was standing next to her and also looking out. Then he turned to John and grinned at him with bright eyes. "Can we go outside "Please John!" Sherlock asked, looking at his friend with wide eyes. He seemed pretty excited.
"Of course...Sherly, if you both really want to!" After all, it's the first snow of the year here in London. Comes! "We should dress warmly," John said, grabbing Sherlock's hand. He pulled Sherlock into the hallway. Rosie happily followed the two, bouncing playfully. She was grinning ear to ear. She seemed pretty excited too. Sherlock pulled himself as quickly as he could.
The other two weren't finished yet. "Can we get going?" Sherlock asked impatiently. “Sherlock, we’re not done yet. I don't have my jacket or shoes on yet and look at Rosie!" Sherlock groaned impatiently. "God Sherlock do not be so impatient!" "Or I'm happy to give you a few reasons to moan in our bedroom tonight." "John said, grinning mischievously. Sherlock blushed slightly. He was now completely quiet and waited patiently for the two of them
“Okay then, come on, Rosie, please put your jacket over it. It's cold outside." John handed Rosie her jacket and quickly put on his shoes himself. When they were finally finished they went down into the snow.
Rosie screamed with joy as she exited the building and saw the snow. Everything looked so beautifully white and powdered. Everything looked so magical. Rosie fell back first into the snow and started making a snow angel. John and Sherlock watched Rosie grinning in front of them. Sherlock looked at John. He nodded once briefly and Sherlock, who had only been waiting for John's approval, fell down in the snow next to Rosie with a happy cry. He loved snow. It's a shame it doesn't snow that often in London. Snow was definitely the best thing about the entire winter for Sherlock. The only downside was that it was pretty cold and could get everything soaked pretty quickly. Sherlock and Rosie were now making snow angels next to each other. John smiled at the picture in front of him. He took out his phone and took a picture. He sent this to Mycroft. He grinned. Mycroft and Greg would love this picture. He watched Rosie and Sherlock as they both stood up at the same time and began to press some snow into a ball and then roll the ball through the snow. They did it until the ball was huge. They then did the same process with another ball, but made it a little smaller. They then repeated this process with a third ball. This time, however, it was even smaller.
Sherlock and Rosie stacked the balls on top of each other. So they built a snowman. "We still need stones!" Rosie said and started looking for some. Sherlock nodded in agreement and took off his hat and placed it on the snowman's head. Rosie came back with a few stones and placed them so that the snowman now had eyes and a mouth. “He doesn’t even have a nose!” Sherlock said, sticking out his lip. “It’s okay, I’ll get something we can use as a nose. Wait a minute, I'll go upstairs!" John said and went up briefly.He looked in the fridge. Luckily for him, there were still a few carrots left. John didn't even want to imagine what would happen if there were no carrots left. Sherlock would certainly be devastated. Sometimes he was just a child. A little boy inside.
But that was something John loved about him. Sherlock wasn't an easy person. He was always a bit complicated. But he loved John his Sherlock just as much. John goes back downstairs to his two favorites with the carrot in his hand. “Look what I have here!” John grinned ear to ear and handed Sherlock the carrot. "Thanks darling!" Sherlock took it from his hand. Rosie also smiled happily at her father and gathered some sticks while Sherlock placed the carrot between the snowman's eyes and mouth. Sherlock clapped his hands happily. Rosie stuck out the two horse mackerels, one on the left and one on the right, into the snowman. The snowman was finished. All three grin. “Let’s call him Jerry!” “Jerry the Snowman,” Rosie said happily and laughed. The other two nodded and laughed too.
“Shall we take a photo? "I could ask anyone." John asked, putting his hands on his hips as he raised an eyebrow in question. The person took a wonderful picture of the three of them. John smiled. He would definitely hang it on the fridge later once he printed it out. He looked at his two favorites. They threw snow at each other and laughed heartily. They had quite a bit of fun. John took some snow in his hands and threw it at Sherlock. “Wait a minute!” Sherlock shouted and laughed before John hit a full can of snow in the face. He laughed again and threw it at his daughter. This snowball fight went back and forth a few times. Sherlock, beware of John. John, beware of Rosie. And Rosie threw things at both her fathers. All three had a lot of fun.
John looked at the clock. It was already late. Rosie had to go out tomorrow morning. And John also wanted to do a lot of things with Sherlock in bed today. So they had to go back in slowly. “Come on, you two. We should get in slowly! Otherwise we'll get sick!" John smiled lovingly at the two of them. The two immediately looked sad, but nodded their heads slightly. They had spent a lovely afternoon in the snow and it was supposed to be a lovely evening with hot cocoa and Christmas films... .. With a subsequent spicy ending between our two favorite detectives in the bedroom after Rosie was in bed and Had been Fall asleep for a long time.