#im really in vintage fashion now thanks to welcome home!!

[bunnyspine]

my welcome home oc Jonathan again!! love that lil guy :3

[strawberries-n-sugar]

Rosie's Babysitter (ch1)

Sherlock Holmes, a date? That couldn't possibly be a thing. Not a real date, something that wasn't a act for a case. By choice? Sherlock couldn't wrap his head around the idea as he swirled the coffee in his mug.

"Are you ready?" John asks as he enters the flat. "Yes, is this really happening?" Sherlock asks with his brows furrowed in question as he stands and sits his mug down. "Yes, I don't believe it either," John laughs.

John was trying to get back out there finally, Rosie was almost four now and he thought it was time but he asked Sherlock to double date with him to make it a bit easier.

"Who is my date?" Sherlock looks to John at his sisde as they trot downstairs. "Surprise, but it is someone who I knkw can tolerate you and you can tolerate them, just trust me. Thankyou, by the way"

Sherlock rolls his eyes, "well alright, and you're welcome ....I'm happy for you, really. Mary would have wanted this..."

"Thanks, yeah I suppose I have been-well, Mrs Hudson is happy too," John chuckles. "Yes, she has been on you about it," Sherlock smiles to the sidewalk, "you have been what? Sexually frustrated?" "Oh my God Sherlock," John walks a bit faster.

"It is completely natural," Sherlock continues, "so, who is my date?" "I told you to just trust me"

"Did you call Y/N to watch Rosie?" "Sherlock. Can you please try to relax, this isn't even your date if that makes you feel any better." "Actually, it does," Sherlock smiles smugly as they walk into the resteruant and John waves to you.

You were already in a booth and since it was a date you decided to do your makeup and wear something semi-nice in comparison to your everyday jeans. You wore a brown dress that much resembled one from the sixties that you could twirl in and painted your lips a burgundy. "Hi," you stand smiling and wave to your friends.

"John, Y/N? If she is here, who is with Rosie?"

"Mrs Hudson," John walks over and joins you and Sherlock reluctantly follows. John's date shows up a few moments later.

"Hello," she greets and introductions are passed before she sits next to you.

"You look lovely," John smiles, "you both do. Right Sherlock?" "Hmm? Oh, I suppose Y/N's lipstick is a bit much and isn't really her shade but the dress is nice. Is it vintage?"

"Uhm, yes, Thankyou. I didn't think the lipstick was right either but I don't wear makeup often so out what I had it was the best choice. The dress, Im not sure to be honest, but thankyou.....speaking of Rosie, I wanted to speak with you both about something...."

"What is it?" John asks curiously

"I would still care for Rosie,I adore her-today I got an offer....I was asked to, it is embarrassing," you admit as you rub your neck. "There is no judgement here Y/N, but if it involves Rosie and if I need to find a new sitter I need to know, also you our friend and we care about you"

"Thankyou....I was asked if-," you stop short trying to access how to properly say it.

"Oh just spit it out," Sherlock snaps in a annoyed fashion, you knew he just didn't want to be on a date. Now you were thinking he just didn't want to be on one with you and that was okay too. "I was asked to be a surrogate mother...."

"Why on earth would you do that?" Sherlock asks with a face of disgust.

"It would really help the couple and they are paying nicely a-," you stop yourself before you admit something you regret.

"I think that sounds lovely," she defends you.

"So do I," John smiles, "you started to say something else?" "Hmm? Oh, n-no I didnt"

"Yes you did," Sherlock spits.

"It isn't important"

"It isn't?" He raises a brow.

"No....," you avert your eyes to the food.

"Y/N, are you alright?" John checks on you and you simply nod and smile.

"Sherlock, what do you think?" "Why does that matter? I am not with you, it is your body and your decision,why would I have a say?" "You're one of my only and best friends, please....I care about your opinion"

"Alright, I don't think you should. You don't have much going for you side from being young and able to reproduce and if I am guessing correctly a virgin as well, those things matter to some men so if you went through with it it would make changes to your body that would diminish some of your only attributes you have to offer." "......Thankyou," you regreted asking him now but it was honest, that is why you admired Sherlock.

"Sherlock." John scolds him, he and his date look at him.

"It is alright, I appreciate his honesty," you assure them. "Y/N, you have so much more than that going for you," John tries to make you feel better. "Yes, I think you are pretty," his date, Teresa, adds. "Thankyou all, really," you smile. "Are you?" "Pardon?" You glance back up from your plate to John, you had been fiddling with your fork and spaghetti.

"A virgin, he wants to know if you are a virgin," Sherlock replies.

"N-No," you answer honestly. You weren't, you had only ever been with one person but you werent a virgin.

Sherlock squints and focuses in on you, leaning his head back, "I can't tell if you are lying," he admits.

"Take her word, it doesn't matter either way," John says. "I do have to ask Y/N," John goes on, "if you were to do this and were then to meet someone, well, it may have an affect"

"Yes, I thought of that," you admit. "....Im sorry, I think I need to go. Excuse me, and thankyou for the dinner and letting me talk," you hug him and Teresa goodbye before going; walking home with tears streaming down your face.

"Really Sherlock?" John shakes his head, "I think you hurt her feelings"

"She asked," Sherlock shrugs innocently.

"Well, she seems lovely. Rosie is great hands," Teresa smiles. "John, would you like to....walk in the park?" "Walk in-oh, oh yes, it is gorgeous at night. Goodnight mate," he taps Sherlock's shoulder and leaves with her leaving a dumbfounded Sherlock and the cash for dinner he said was on him on the table. "Sir?" The waitor comes over, "is everything alright?"

"Uhm, yes, I'll just have three to go boxes for those," he smiles awkwardly and points to your barely touched plates. "Yes sir"