TAAA DAAAAA! Look at what I've got! :D

Way, waaaaaaaay back in 2016 I started working on this, but then it sort of fell to the wayside. Oops. But now at long last it is COMPLETE! Woo hoo!

Just a quick FYI: This is a sequel to my two fics A Study In Patience and A Study in Parenthood :) If you haven't read those please consider reading them before you read this, everything will make a lot more sense!

ALSO, quick DISCLAIMER: Please keep any accuracy comments to yourself. It's not really something I'm 100% striving for. This fic is just pure fun, fluff and smut. Thank you.

Chapter One - Return to Baker Street

Previously

"He's so beautiful," she whispered as she gently brushed the tip of her finger over her sleeping baby boy's cheek. "Edward William Holmes."

Sherlock had been oddly silent ever since the moment their son had entered into the world. This was different from his Buffering Mode; his expression was that of shock, dismay and a bit of bewilderment. He was now sat beside her, upon the hospital bed, his arm around her and he still hadn't spoken.

"Are you all right?" she asked gently, tilting her head to look up at him.

He slowly nodded, not taking his eyes off of his son. "Molly I - I didn't know. I didn't know how this would make me ... feel." He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Her mouth dropped open in shock when she saw that there were tears in his eyes. He ducked his head, burying it against her neck. Making sure that her arm was securely holding Edward, she lifted her hand, gently pacing it on Sherlock's cheek.

"I know my darling, it's very overwhelming."

Sherlock let out a quiet sniffle, moving his head so that it rested on her shoulder, peering down at their son. She dropped down her hand and he clasped it in his.

"He is beautiful, Molly. More beautiful than my mind could ever have imagined."

Now her eyes were filling with tears.

He slowly took in a shaky breath. "You've made me so happy Molly; happier than I ever thought was possible."

"I love you Sherlock."

He looked up at her. "I love you too," he said with a smile. Their lips met and they shared a tender kiss. "Are you ready for this adventure Molly?"

She nodded. "I am. Because I know that you will be by my side."

The ride to Baker Street from Barts Hospital was a slow one. Sherlock wanted to make certain that neither Molly, nor their son Edward, were disturbed by the bumps and grooves in the London roads. When they did at last arrive outside of their home, he instructed Molly to stay in the car while he brought their son inside. Mrs. Hudson met him at the door, cooing over the little newborn as she followed Sherlock up the stairs and into the flat. She sat with Edward, who was still in his carry cot, while Sherlock returned downstairs to help Molly inside. Her movements were slow, her body still adjusting to the birth and the fact that she no longer carried a child inside of her. It took several minutes for her to make it up the stairs.

"Oh Molly dear," Mrs. Hudson greeted her, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. "He's so beautiful!"

Molly smiled tiredly as Sherlock helped her to ease down onto the sofa. "Yes, he is, isn't he?" she asked.

Mrs. Hudson gently stroked his cheek as he continued to sleep soundly. "Would you two like some tea? I still have that peppermint one you like, Molly."

"That would be lovely," she replied before she closed her eyes.

Sherlock shrugged out of his coat before returning to his wife and child. Mrs. Hudson stood and quietly made her way downstairs, but not before briefly glancing at the three of them. More tears filled her eyes and she had to wipe them away before she continued down to her flat.

"Do you need anything?" Sherlock asked, once they were alone.

Molly shook her head, but held out her hand as she kept her eyes closed. "Only you."

He moved closer and sat down beside her, taking her hand in his before giving her a gentle kiss. She dozed briefly, and Sherlock became lost within the depths of his Mind Palace, creating a special room just for their son. Mrs. Hudson found them like this, and moved about as silently as she could, placing the tray upon the coffee table without making any noise. She returned to her flat, a blissful smile upon her lips.

Suddenly Edward woke with a small cry. Molly jerked slightly and blinked sleepily as Sherlock stood and moved over to him. He lifted their son into his arms, tucking him close. Her heart swelled at the sight. Sherlock slowly swayed back and forth, and she wished that she had her mobile on her so that she could take a picture of the two men she loved most in her life.

"I think someone is hungry," she said when Edward refused to quiet down.

Sherlock hummed in agreement and walked over to her. She unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her nursing bra. Sherlock lowered their son down to her and she took him into her arms. She watched in fascination as he instantly latched onto her nipple, knowing exactly what to do. He quietly suckled, his tiny hands pressed against her skin, his eyes closed. She couldn't help but smile. Sherlock settled back down beside them, just as fascinated as she.

"He's really ours, isn't he?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion.

Sherlock pressed a kiss to her temple. "Yes. Yes he is."

"A little bit of me, and a little bit of you," she said. "And a bit that is entirely and purely him." She moved her fingers gently through his tuft of dark hair.

"He has your nose," Sherlock noted.

"He has your chin, and it looks like he will have your curls," she added.

Sherlock laid his head upon her shoulder, continuing to watch their son.

Molly smiled. "Our little Edward is going to break hearts some day," she said. "I just know it."

Sherlock let out the tiniest of sniffs. "Must we talk about that? He's only days old."

She chuckled softly, her smile widening when she realized that Edward had fallen asleep. Ever so gently she unlatched him from her breast, and in one smooth move Sherlock took him back into his arms, cradling his small head in his hand until he could hold him against his chest. Molly snapped shut her bra and pulled down her blouse as Sherlock moved to his feet and gently rubbed his hand up and down their son's back. She watched them, smiling happily, and moments later became entirely unaware of the fact that she had fallen asleep.

It was dark when she woke. For a minute or two she was unable to gather her thoughts or understand where she was. The last few days were a blur, but then it all came back to her and she realized that she was home, at Baker Street. She was still sat on the sofa, but a blanket had been draped over her.

"You're awake."

She turned her head and saw Sherlock stood in the entranceway to their kitchen, their son tucked up against his chest.

"Sleep well?" he asked, moving towards her.

"Mmmm…" she replied.

"I didn't want to move you, and risk waking you up," Sherlock explained. "You've slept for several hours."

"Oh! I hadn't intended to do that. Has Edward been any trouble?" she asked.

He dismissed her worry with a wave of his hand. "Our son has been perfectly fine," he said. "He's happily sucked on my finger while I've given him a thorough tour of the flat."

She pushed herself up to a better seated position. "I should probably feed him," she noted.

"Mmm, speaking of feeding you should eat as well," he said, moving closer to her. "Mrs. Hudson made us dinner."

"Oh?" Molly said, unsnapping her bra.

"Yes, she made your favourite, Shepherd's Pie," he answered. "Shall I heat some up for you?"

"Yum! Yes please." She took Edward, pressing a kiss to his cheek before settling him at her breast. He suckled contentedly while she smoothed her hand over the top of his head. "My beautiful little man," she murmured to him.

She could hear Sherlock moving about in the kitchen while she continued to watch their son. A few minutes later Sherlock returned to the sitting room, looking down at his little family.

"Do you want to eat here, or in the kitchen?" he asked her. "It's nearly ready."

"The kitchen," she replied. "I've sat on this sofa for long enough, and I can tell he's almost finished. He's nearly asleep."

Just as she finished speaking Edward gave one last tiny little suck. She smiled, gently easing him away from her breast, and after dexterously snapping closed her bra she tucked him against her, smoothing her hand up and down his back. He made a small snuffling noise, but didn't awaken.

Sherlock helped her to her feet, keeping his arm around her as they walked into the kitchen. Once she was sat in a chair at the table he returned to the sitting room for the carry cot. He placed it down beside her then went to dish them each a plate of Shepherd's Pie before returning to the table.

"Is he ready?" he asked.

She nodded, feeling that he had been sufficiently burped. "I got lucky," she said. "He didn't spit up on me."

Sherlock made a face as he took him from her and gently placed him in the carry cot. Edward scrunched up his nose, pressing his fist to his cheek, but stayed fast asleep. They sat and watched their sleeping son, both a little bit in awe of what they had created.

"I love you, Molly," Sherlock said suddenly.

She turned and looked at him. "I love you too," she said.

He kissed her then said, "Eat, before it gets cold."

She nodded, and picked up her fork. He slipped his arm around her waist, pressing a kiss to her temple before he too began to eat.

Their adventure had truly begun.