"No."
"But, Sherlock . . . "
"No."
"He's so cute," Molly said, eyes wide.
"As a medical professional, you should know why my answer is no. Hygiene, for one."
"But, . . . " she began.
"No."
"What if . . ."
"No," he reiterated. "You know, I can say it in half a dozen languages if you'd like. Nien. Non. No. Nu. Nai. Nie," he said, a bored expression on his face.
Molly fiddled with her wedding ring. She knew it would come to this. That it would always come to this.
"It's just that ever since Toby," her breath caught and she blinked back tears. " . . . I just really miss having a cat in the apartment."
"Molly, I . . ." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. Why is it that I haven't won one argument since we got married?"
"I have no idea," Molly said, a sly smile on her face as she played with their new kitten.
Author's Note- I am an ardent Sherlolly shipper, but this is my first attempt at writing a Sherlolly drabble. I hope you like it.