Sherlock was at his detective place, writing on paper about crimes he got and everything until someone entered by the door, it was you were Enola Holmes' friend, and you were his wife.

And his eyes light up when he saw you were holding your and his son who is 3 months old.

“Look at that!”

You exclaim, showing of your son that was in detective baby clothes with a beret and a little detective pen, white socks, a real little detective like his father.

Sherlock laugh when he saw that and your baby coo and was toying with his detective pen.