“Sherlock, this is getting out of hand.” John groaned as he looked at all the shoes his
“Sherlock, this is getting out of hand.” John groaned as he looked at all the shoes his partner had bought Rosie over the last few months. “Rosie should always look her best; from head to toe.” Sherlock informed him. “She’s not even a year old, she doesn’t need dozens of shoes to look her best.” John told him. Sherlock looked at the large quantity of shoes with such a sad expression that John’s heart began to ache. He took Sherlock’s hand and gently pulled Sherlock around to face him. “How about a compromise.” he suggested. “What?” Sherlock asked. “If you buy Rosie fewer pairs of shoes you could buy yourself a pair or two.” “How many is fewer?“ "No more than two pair a month for each of you without discussing it with me."John told him. "Unless it is a special occasion.” Sherlock replied. “Agreeded.” John said with a grin. Sherlock grinned, kissed his cheek, and ran for the door, grabbing his coat on the way out. “Where are you going?” John shouted after him. “To buy shoes, John, "Sherlock yelled back, "It won’t do for Watson to look better than me.” John rubbed his eyes and groaned as the front door slambed shut and his madman hurried off on his shoe buying hunt.—Atlin adds: GAH Crazycatt you keeelll me! Watson! He called her Watson! I love it so hard. Just like I love her dozens of pairs of charming teeny shoes! -- source link
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