AN: This is an incredibly short one shot, and incredibly fluffy. Some may mistake it for being a bunny. It's that fluffy. Anyways this idea just came to me and I thought it was adorable so I had to put pen to paper.

She looked at his slumbering form, she could watch him for hours if she didn't have to sleep herself. The way his perfect cupid bow lips curved in the ghost of a smile. Made her wonder what his dreams were about.

The way she felt about him; there were no words to describe the level of love and adoration she felt for him. The sensation consumed her, took away her breath whenever he was with her.

He meant everything and more to her. He made her feel like she counted, that she wasn't just another nobody. He made her feel cared for.

Molly kept admiring him; to her everything about him was perfection. His silky raven curls she loved to run her hands through spilled onto his face. The beautiful blue eyes; now hidden behind eyelids, so intelligent and full of life. His soft, pale skin glowed in the moonlight that trickled through the curtains. She adjusted the covers as a slight chill ran through the room.

To her everything about his was beautiful and perfect. "I love you." She whispered, startling him awake.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep." She giggled as he gave her a content smile and looked at her with those gorgeous eyes. It felt as though whilst lying there he was deducing her every movement, she knew he wouldn't voice these deductions. He couldn't.

"Molly?" Sherlock asked leaning in the doorway.

"You should be in Bed Sherlock, you have not slept in 2 days because of that case."

"I didn't hear him stir so you should be too." He countered walking into the nursery.

"He didn't, I just couldn't and watching him sleep helps me." She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her.

He broke the embrace to lean in the crib and pick up their 2 month old son, kissing his head of silky curls. The baby stared up at him with droopy eyes. He never would have imagined this life, a child, a wife. He cherished every bit of it. They had created this bright and amazing baby together, he had help make this life.

"Come on." He whispered with the now slumbering baby lying in his arms. "We're going to bed and he is coming with us." He stated passing her the child and creating a small fort out of pillows so they didn't hurt him.

She looked at him with the baby. It was perfect. This was perfect.

"Molly, is everything okay?" He asked placing the baby down.

She smiled again. "Yeah, it's perfect."

AN My first attempt at Sherlolly, not very good. I tried to get a good family feel in there, I'm not sure if I was entirely successful. I would love to hear your thoughts. Please read and review. :)