Molly was glowing with wedded bliss. Sherlock had picked the happy couple up from the airport.
"Sherlock, I've missed you." Molly hugged him.
"Hello, Molly." Sherlock said. "How was Italy?"
"It was beautiful." Molly replied. "I didn't want to leave."
"Well, John and Mary have a welcome back party at the house. Just a friendly warning." Sherlock said.
"And just how brother mine, did they get inside?" Mycroft inquired.
"I may have let them in." Sherlock replied. Mycroft rolled his eyes.
The trio made their way into the house.
"Here come the newlyweds." John said.
"Aun Mowee!" Louise squealed and toddled over.
"She said my name! Good girl." Molly picked up the little girl.
"She was asking about you." Mary said.
"You were?" Molly said in a playful voice that made Louise giggle. "Do you know who this is?" Molly pointed to Mycroft. "That is your Uncle Mycroft."
"Mycof!"
"Very good." Molly cooed.
Louise reached out for Mycroft. He took her carefully. She began babbling nonsense to him.
"Looks like you've been replaced, Molls." John said.
"I'll just take up babysitting Sherlock. It's almost the same thing." Molly replied.
"So, I'm the replacement child." Sherlock stated.
"No. You are just equally as entertaining as a child." Molly said.
Everyone left an hour later, leaving the couple alone.
"Welcome home, Mrs. Holmes." Mycroft kissed her.