Inevitable Things

Sherlock tenses momentarily, then composes himself enough to turn away from his microscope and regard John coolly. “John, I’m working. And why are you whispering?”

“Sherlock, there is a boy downstairs.” John’s face is grave, his brow furrowed.

“What, a child just wandered in off the street? That is unexpected. Does he have a case?” Sherlock looks perversely excited by the prospect, but John shakes his head wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers.

“No, you don’t understand. There is a boy downstairs with our daughter.”