Disclaimers: Sherlock belongs to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss and the BBC. The original characters belong to the great Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I own nothing.

Happy birthday, Sherlock Holmes

It had been a funny day. Sherlock Holmes wore the famous hat by his own will, he went to a cake shop for his birthday –for the first time in years- and he even ate a piece of cake.

Undoubtedly, it was a series of extraordinary events, but when it is about Sherlock Holmes, nothing is ordinary.

"I'm leaving", said Molly putting her coat and scarf on. "Mrs. Hudson is coming soon".

Sherlock nodded, rising up his cup of tea.

Molly grinned, though it was a rather sad gesture. Lately, things between them weren't as good as it supposed to be. Days before, they had an argument about his relapse, but he didn't show any regret. However, she couldn't stop worrying about it, not after watching him in such a terrible state, not after the analyses revealed that he was in the brink of death.

He had explained her that it was all about a case -always was all about a case-. But that didn't make her feel any better. She was distressed, he was about to die. In the end, things ended up just like he said. However her anguish didn't leave her. In top of that, she was feeling a bit guilty and her invitation to the cake shop couldn't stop that feeling.

"Molly", Sherlock called, rising from the couch suddenly. Molly stopped her steps, expectantly. "Thanks for today. I… I really appreciate it".

Molly smirked, this time with true pleasure. He smirked too, a estrange gesture considering the difficult previous days.

Molly stepped back, walking towards him.

"I thought that you only accepted to make things up" she admitted, without making eye contact.

"Indeed" he nodded tilting his head. "But I wanted to apologise too". Molly's reaction told him that she didn't expect that. "I'm sorry to make you worry".

Molly shook her head. The anguish was disappearing, so the guilt.

"That's not going to save you from us keeping an eye on you", she teased.

"I do not have any problem with that" he smirked.

Molly giggled. It was a nice and amusing sound he hadn't heard in a long time. She leaned closer, making him curious. Then, without hesitation, just like he'd done in the past, she kissed him on the cheek.

"Happy birthday, Sherlock Holmes"

Sherlock was truly stunned.

"My birthday was yesterday", he said clumsily.

Molly smirked even more.

"Don't ruin the moment".

He didn't stop smiling, nor break the eye contact as Molly disappeared through the door waving goodbye. Sherlock stood in the same place, his stare sticked to the door even when she had gone. He didn't remove his hand of the place where she had kissed him, and the feeling of warm that the gesture gave him didn't leave him in all the day long.

Ah, how I love the parallelisms. And fluffy. But I love more the reviews!

P.S: This hasn't been beta yet. Sorry for the mistakes, is quite difficult to write in another language.

—Fanfiction, February the 9th, 2017.