"Oh my, look at those eyes"

-AlexzJohnson, Look At Those Eyes

A/N: I'd just like to point out that Sherlock and John are just friends! This isn't a Johnlock story so don't worry, Sherlock is simply pleased to have his best friend there to help. 

-Chapter Four-

"I have it!" Sherlock beams one day, just weeks before his expected due date.

John was the only one at the flat at the moment and he looks up with a questioning expression, humming as he did.  He puts his book down and gives the grinning man his full attention. Lately, Sherlock had been having mood swings and his main trigger was not being paid attention too.

He'd always loved attention, anyway. It definitely always just due to the pregnancy. 

"Got what?" John asks, tilting his head to the side.

"The perfect name for her" Sherlock responds, placing a hand on his swelled stomach.

John straightens, curious, and smiles. They'd spent hours brainstorming names and Sherlock hadn't been happy with any of them so hearing he had a perfectname was not only a big relief but also a huge achievement.

"What is it?" John questions.

Sherlock smiles again. He'd been looking through old files his brother gave him long ago. James Moriarty's files and he'd come across a list of family relatives. His mother's name had caught his eye immediately. Sherlock had fallen in love with the name then and there but decided to change the spelling for his own daughter.

"Kyra" Sherlock tells John. "Kyra Holmes"

"No middle names?" John wonders aloud.

"No middle names"

"Kyra Holmes..." John breaks out into a smile. "It is perfect!"

"I know" Sherlock agrees, looking down at the hand he had on his stomach.

-

Sherlock hands were trembling, terrified that he was going to drop the previous angel that he now held in his arms. She was so tiny. Sherlock could easily hold her in one hand if he tried, but he didn't dare attempt it.

Her head was practically bald but was covered by a soft pink hat. Her fists and eyes were screwed tightly shut, her toes curling inwards. For a newborn, he was rather big but she felt absolutely tiny in his arms.

Sherlock felt as though he could crush her if he moved too quickly.

Her head rested on his arm, being supported as he held her upright. She was sleeping now, had been for a while.

The surgery was quick and easy, Sherlock had been told. They cut him open and got her out without trouble and when he'd regained consciousness, his little girl had been cleaned and was wrapped in a blanket.

The doctor had just gone to fetch John and Sherlock's mother, who had both come to the hospital with him.

"Kyra Holmes..." Sherlock whispers.

Suddenly, an overwhelming urge to cry overcame Sherlock but he swallows back the tears and releases a shaky, nervous breath. He then leans down and presses trembling lips to his baby girl's forehead.

She slept on peacefully and Sherlock finds himself smiling down at her, his heart squeezing.

This was his and Jim's little princess. A life they'd created together. The man Sherlock loves has given him a child and, really, that was the best feeling in the world and Sherlock wasn't going to let the situation with Jim ruin this day. Nothing could ruin the happiness he felt currently.

-

A week later, Kyra's eyes had gained the colour they'd be for the rest of her life... 

Sherlock wasn't sure he was pleased. She had Jim's beautiful chocolate brown eyes. They were so like Jim's but so utterly hers as well and Sherlock wasn't even sure how exactly that worked. He supposed it was the innocence of her eyes. They were big and looked up at Sherlock without any malice. Yes, they were definitely unique to her as well. 

The first time Sherlock saw them, he just saw Jim and he instantly began to cry. That caused Kyra to start sobbing as well, her big beautiful eyes glistening over with tears as small wail left her mouth, sad because her father was sad. 

Sherlock tried to shush her but couldn't stop cry himself. John came home and found them both crying. Sherlock had handed over Kyra and went to calm himself. When he came back, John had gotten Kyra to stop crying and had rocked her to sleep. 

Sherlock was so lucky to have his friends. They all helped. Especially John. 

Now, almost a month later, Sherlock sat across from John. Kyra was sleeping in Sherlock's arms, her eyes covered by her eyelids. 

"Does the eye colour help?" John asks. "Help you to figure out who her other father is, I mean. Your eyes aren't brown so..."

Sherlock shrugs and then shakes his head. "Uh, no. It doesn't help at all."

John nods. "Well, with all those Friday nights you stayed out, I guess there is quite a few people it could be"

Sherlock glances up at his friend when he hears those words. John's tone... It made Sherlock feel like he knew something more about all this - or at least he thinks he knows something. Sherlock doubts that John will have figured out who Kyra's father is but it's possible that John figured out that all those Friday's weren't spent with different people but with just one person. 

Sherlock isn't sure, though, so he doesn't reply and looks back down at his sleeping princess.

Ten minutes later, John asks "Tea?"

Sherlock nods. "Yes, please."

John smiles at him, closing the laptop and moving it to the side before he stands up again. He picks up the cups and heads into the kitchen. Sherlock can't up look up as he does, watching his friend and wondering if he's once again undermined his intelligence too much. 

When John comes back, Sherlock quickly looks back down to Kyra. John chuckles gently as he places their cups down. 

"No need to look so scared, Sherlock. I'm not going to force it out of you."

"Force what out of me?" Sherlock asks, acting oblivious. 

John laughs again and shakes his head. "I'm not an idiot, Sherlock." Then he adds, seriously "Whoever he was, he's an idiot for leaving you and for leaving her." 

Sherlock carefully considers what to say before murmuring "Thank you" 

The older man nods and they both drinks their tea in silence before John heads to bed and Sherlock puts Kyra in her crib. He then sits on his bed and watches her for a long time, imagining what Jim would be saying if he was here with them. 

Would he be standing up the crib and looking down at their beautiful daughter, adoration in his eyes and a smile on his lips? Or would be be sat by Sherlock, holding his hand or cuddling him as they watched her? 

Sherlock swallows and shakes away the thoughts. He stands and goes over to kiss Kura's forehead before he prepares himself for bed. 

Now he had Kyra, he'd changed his routine and lifestyle a fair amount.

John and he hadn't been on a case in a while now, not since Sherlock was heavily pregnant and Sherlock probably wouldn't take any cases for a while yet. He's sleeping and eating more, ever aware that if he didn't look after himself he wouldn't be here to look after her. 

He, John, Molly, his mother and Mrs Hudson had all become closer as a group and were also in the process of turning one of the room upstiars into a bedroom/nursery for Kyra. The room was close to John's own room and it didn't take Sherlock even a minute to get up there.

Of course, Kyra wouldn't be sleeping in there for some time. Sherlock would be keeping her in his room for as long as was acceptable so maybe when she's two, maybe two and a half, Sherlock would put her up there. 

It was no where near done yet, though. They were still painting. It was good bonding time for them all. They were becoming a family.

Often, Sherlock's father would also come round with Sherlock's mother and on a rare occasion Mycroft would come round. He refuses to hold Kyra despite John and their parents urging him to do so. He barely looked at her but Sherlock had expected so much. Mycroft knew, at least, not to voice any opinions he had and so Sherlock didn't say anything to him beyond what was needed. 

No matter how much Sherlock loved how close they were and how like a family they were, he always felt as though someone was missing. A very important, Irish someone.