A/N: This takes place in the same universe as my multi-fic How to Apologize to Molly. Disclaimer: I don’t own anything Sherlock or The Secret Life of Bees. Thanks for reading!—thefaultoflegend
“’I hadn’t been out to the hives before, so to start off she gave me a lesson in what she called ‘bee yard etiquette’. She reminded me that the world was really one bee yard, and the same rules work fine in both places. Don’t be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still, don’t be an idiot; wear long sleeves and pants. Don’t swat. Don’t even think about swatting. If you feel angry, whistle. Anger agitates while whistling melts a bee’s temper. Act like you know what you’re doing, even if you don’t. Above all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved.’”
Sherlock Holmes sat in his favorite chair in his flat. It was the chair that he sat in while talking to clients, the one where he sat while John Watson became his best friend, the chair he curled up in when he was high, the chair where he did his best thinking, the chair he shot guns from, the chair where he and his girlfriend cuddled and talked after a long day. But right then, it was the chair he sat in when he read to his goddaughter, cradling her safely in one arm and holding the book up with another. The cover of the book read The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. He refused to read her the idiotic cardboard books that John and Mary packed in her baby bag or even the fairytale books that Molly bought for her. He said she would benefit much more from the scientific and the practical applications that could be found in the many books on his own bookshelf. He was brought out of his reading then the little girl started cooing and wiggling in his arms.
“Yes. I thought this book would be about bees, too,” he said to the baby. “The title is very misleading.” He set the book down and snuggled his goddaughter closer to him. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he secretly loved when he got alone time with her. She made the perfect companion. He could sit and talk for hours and as long as he fed and changed her occasionally, she wouldn’t even mind listening to him. Sherlock also found that he loved to observe her. Tracking her growth became one his favorite new activities. He found that her physical growth was normal, but her gross motor skills were more advanced than the average infant, as well as her cognitive abilities. She was reaching for things far earlier than she should have been and her eyes were constantly locked on whoever was talking, her head swiveling around whenever she heard a new voice.
- you are never as awkward as you think you are
- you are never as annoying as you think you are
- you are never as boring as you think you are
- your compliments are never as creepy as you think they are
- you are way more wanted than you give yourself credit for
- chin up, dude