Requested by the amazing and awesome GeorgieClaptonxx! Thank you! I really like this prompt! It's sooooo cute :3

Ages:

Greg: 21

Sherlock: 6 months

This one might have more than one part...
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Greg's POV*****

I was walking back to my flat after a long day of work. Lord, I was tired. I didn't bother wasting money on a cab since I lived so close to the shop.

I opened the door to my flat and sighed in relief. I stripped off my clothes and took a fast shower. I got out and put on some pajama pants, not bothering to search for a shirt, and made myself a quick snack. I took my sandwich and went to watch some TV.

My doorbell rang. I didn't think anyone would come visit me at this hour, but it rang again. And again.

"I'm coming!" I yelled annoyed and walked to the door, forgetting I was shirtless. "Hello?" I asked as I oped the door. No one was there. "Hello?" I said a bit louder. Instead of a 'Hi!' or 'Hello!' in response, I heard a cry. I looked down and saw a box with a baby in it. It was like one of those weird movies. I picked it up, looked around, and took it inside.

He looked almost a year old but probably not quite. I bet he could already I gently lifted the sleeping child out of the box. His hair was so soft. He had dark, raven curls. I decided to try and find a name tag. It must have fell from his blanket because it was now at my feet. I carefully bent over to pick it up.

"Sherlock" I read aloud to myself. What a weird name. I didn't know what to do now. I was stuck with a baby! Do I keep it? I never wanted a baby! I looked back down at his sleeping face. I sighed.

"What am I going to do with you?" I asked softly. He made a noise and tried to turn in my arms. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes were a bright green with blue and gold swirled in. They were beautiful.

"Hello there," I cooed at the small child. He made a small gurgling noise. I started walking around until he was finally back asleep. I took this opportunity to do some research.

He was most likely old enough for baby food, but I had to find some substitutes I could've made until I get to go to the store. There was a list of foods I could mash that he would be able to eat. I went ahead and made a bowl of smashed bananas and put it in the ice box.

I sighed. What the hell am I suppose to do? I looked over at the small child on my couch. I smiled. I picked him up and carried him to my bedroom. I laid him on the side against the wall with a couple of pillows around him. Soon I eventually fell asleep as well.

"WHAAAAAAA!" I jumped out of my sleep. Sherlock was crying. I quickly looked at my phone. It was bloody 2 in the morning! (A/N Sorry if the time in England is read differently IDK)

"Hey, hey, hey! It's okay," I said picking him up and bouncing him in my arms. "Shh Shh shhhhhh." He eventually rocked back to sleep.

"Thank god!" I whispered to myself and laid back down.

THE NEXT MORNING

I sat up and yawned. I turned over to see a small child in my bed. I jumped up and fell on the floor.

"Shit!" I yelled. I had forgotten about the baby. He started to cry. Good thing it was the weekend.

"Hey! Hey! Shhhh sh shhhh. It's okay," I said quickly jumping back on the bed. I picked him up while he screamed. I started bouncing him in my arms.

"Shhhh sh shh! It's alright. It okay. Shhhh!" I said trying to calm him down. He kept crying. I carried him into the sitting room/kitchen and laid him on the couch. I ran into the kitchen, sliding around as I did so because I had socks on.

"Shit!" I yelled when I slid and face planted into the ice box. I rubbed my head and opened it up. I grabbed the small bowl of bananas and grabbed a spoon. Where was I suppose to feed him?! A high chair isn't just something a 21 year old guy has! I sat the food on the table.

I sat Sherlock up on the couch with a couple of pillows around him. He looked up at me and giggled. I laughed.

"Here, here," I said giving him a bite. He made a funny face and the giggled some more. I smiled. I fed him and he are the whole bowl.

"Wow! You were a hungry baby, weren't you?" I said in a baby voice. I wiped his hands and mouth once more and put the bowl in the sink. Then I realized, he needed a new dipper, but I didn't have anything even close. Crap! I went to grab my car keys.

Wait! How was I suppose to get Sherlock in the car?! Could I have call a babysitter...?

I thought about who to call. Would've any one even be able at that hour? Hmmmm...... Molly!!! Molly was defiantly awake and loved babysitting. I could have payed her or treated her to dinner. I called.

'Hello?" She picked up instantly.

"Umm, Hi, Molly. I was really REALLY hoping you could-"

"Whaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" Sherlock yelled.

"What was that?!" Molly asked.

"Well I have a baby and-"

"What?!" She raged.

"No! It's not like that! He was dropped of at my door and, it's a long story just do you think you can get over here? And soon?" I yelled over Sherlock as he cried in my arms.

"Ya, I'm on my way," she said quickly and I heard a string of random noises as she got to her car.

"Thanks," I said and hung up. In no time, Molly pulled up outside and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" I yelled. I had unlocked it for her after the call. She walked in.

"Awwwww!' she squealed when she saw the baby. I still didn't have a shirt on but then I remembered she didn't care. We've been best friends since we were little. I mean she had helped me change when I had broke my arms.

"I know I know," I said. She took him from me and sat on the couch. They both giggled.

"What's his name?" she asked.

"Sherlock," I said.

"Really?"

"Yup."

She nodded and laughed as Sherlock played with the rings on her fingers.

"I need to go to the grocery store so I needed a babysitter," I said. "I also kinda need some help on what to get." I said nervously. Molly laughed.

"Well your going to need baby food and diapers of course. Maybe even some formula for him. And I know it's kinda expensive, but you also need to look into getting him a highchair and carseat," she said. I groaned.

"Oh!" she said suddenly. "I think I might actually have my cousin's old highchair!" she said.

"That would be amazing!" I said from my bedroom. I walked out fully dressed. I slipped on my shoes.

"Are you gonna be okay?" I asked. She smiled.

"I'll be fine," she reassured.

"Thanks, Molly. Bye," I said closing the door and walking to my car.

I'll continue I'm another oneshot with Molly's POV. Tell me if it was any good!