It was his last resort.

he would never willingly ask for help

With baby Rosie crying under their shared umbrella with the rain pitter-pattering around them in the shivering cold he had no choice.

He knocked on 221B Baker-street, hoping that Sherlock or Mrs. Hudson would hear and let him in.

(An: did this really reach 1.7k?! Should I do more Sherlock like this? You can find me on Wattpad @Gayyyyboi1 to make requests, yes I know it’s a dumb username)