Dedicated to 'runyoucleverboyandremember4321'
It had been years since Sherlock moved out of 221B. It had been years since Mary and John got married and it had been years since Molly and Sherlock had seen the doctor. The ex-detective had retired to living the highlife with Molly Holmes nee Hooper, their daughter Rose Holmes and the bees. They had moved out to the country once they got married and soon after they announced Molly's pregnancy, Sherlock retired from being a detective to spend time with his wife and so she knew he'd always come crawling back into bed with her at the end of the night.
Of course, Sherlock was unable to resist the joy of experimenting and their house in the country became a small farm with cows, horses and sheep. Rose was very interested in helping her dad work the farm and look after the property and Sherlock was glad for the extra set of hands, even if the seven year old was unable to do an awful lot of work.
The now beekeeper and farmer kept a tab on his friend's blog, making sure that he was still posting every now and then. Their daughter, Susanne, was now nineteen years of age, a thing John expressed his disbelief on every time he blogged. He was happy, though, and that made Sherlock feel a little more happy but also a little sad. Mrs Hudson got on well with Susanne, apparently, and the two girls would meet at 221 Baker Street and watch the telly, bake or clean… or whatever they did, even John was in the dark. Sherlock hadn't seen Mrs Hudson since Rose was born. He did hope he got a chance to see her again very soon.
Sherlock and Mycroft worked VERY hard at getting Rose up to their speed, something Molly wasn't keen on. When uncle Mycroft visited occasionally or the weekend, he and Sherlock would hardly talk unless it was with Rose and it was about mind palaces or whatever else they went on about. Molly would roll her eyes and finish the cake she was making.
The problem with having two sociopathic Holmes in her house (with the occasional three) was that they knew everything before she did. Rose, however, grew up learning manners, social etiquette and emotions, the same topics Sherlock began to learn when he and Molly started to get serious.
Rose was a very beautiful girl, or perhaps it was just parent bias. She had long curly dark brown hair and Sherlock's cheek bones. Other than that, she was almost a spitting image of Molly. Sherlock thought Rose was the second most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on, a fact he'd often share with Molly and make sure he never joked that Irene Adler was the first.
It was Wednesday the third of September when Sherlock first began to show his daughter graphic pictures of murders and experiments from his time as a consulting detective. The girl took a deep interest in it and Sherlock also began to test her with a deduction game where she had to identify as many facts as she could about the body on the screen. Molly threw a fit when she saw it and Sherlock and Rose had to bite their tongues. They couldn't just yell out for her to calm down because it would disturb the baby; Molly would throw an additional fit.
It was almost ironic that, despite their best attempts at trying to keep it a secret and letting her figure out this pregnancy, Molly found out from her daughter that she was pregnant and roughly six hours later at dinner. She went to take a sip of alcohol when Rose took a sharp intake of air and stared at her mother as though she was a monster.
"What? Rose, what's wrong?" Molly had asked, alarmed at her daughter's sudden change of mood. She looked over her shoulder before looking back at her daughter and then to her husband.
Sherlock and Rose had a staring contest for a few seconds before Sherlock sighed and shrugged in defeat.
"You can't drink that."
Molly put down the glass and looked at Sherlock. "Are you trying to poison me again for an experiment? You know how I feel about that!"
Sherlock looked back at her startled. "No, of course I didn't! And I did it once back when we were dating. That was ages ago," Sherlock defended before looking to his daughter for help.
Rose nodded and cleared her throat so both the adults would look her way. "Mummy, you're going to have another baby and you can't drink that alcohol. It's bad for you and the baby," the little girl informed her mother who paled and looked over at Sherlock who nodded in confirmation.
"I can't believe this." She stood up and walked away from the table.
"What? What did we do?" Rose asked and Sherlock shrugged.
"She didn't figure out the pregnancy first. This'll be the second pregnancy she didn't know about before me," he told his daughter before telling her to continue to eat.
He stood up and followed after his wife who was in their bedroom.
"Go away, Sherlock. I'm not in the mood right now."
She was sitting on the edge of the bed facing away from the door and the mirror. He sighed and sat beside her. "I'm sorry, love. We tried our best but Rose is sharp."
Molly's propped her head up with her thumb on her chin and her index finger and middle finger pressed by her temple.
"I want to be alone, Sherlock," she told him again.
He, once more, ignored her and wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her neck.
"Molly, my beautiful wife," compliments still did work on her, "I am honestly so sorry you found out that way. I know you wanted it to be a surprise and I know you wanted to find out on your own terms. I promise you, if you get pregnant again, you'll find out on your own and I won't say a thing about it. And I'll make sure Rose takes note of that too."
Molly looked over at Sherlock with tears in her eyes. Slowly, a smile flitted onto her face. "We're going to have another baby," she whispered and he smiled back at her.
He leaned down and kissed her, ignoring the sound of Rose having a sword (dinner knife) fight with herself in the dining room.
"You are the most beautiful woman in the entire world, Molly Holmes, and I am so proud to be your husband."
She kissed him again and smiled. "I love you so much."
"I love you more," he replied.
A/N: hey guys!
This is dedicated to "runyoucleverboyandremember4321" because she requested this :3
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