So, MizJoely sent me a lovely little prompt on a request I made on tumblr. I want to get back into practice for writing, so hopefully I've still got it. Lol. Anyway, Here we go!
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House Hunters: London
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"What do you mean, 'you like it', it doesn't even have a proper loo, Sherlock!"
"Oh, honestly, Molly. It's hardly in disrepair, we don't need a large tub, the standup is more than enough to bathe. Besides, it allows us to be….cozier….than a larger one would." The consulting detective and his pathologist, or rather, wife, stood in the tiny bathroom of the fourth home they had looked at in a single day.
When Sherlock had said he wanted a place of their own, Molly had, of course, assumed he meant staying at Baker Street. However, when he had made the point about their future family, something that had quite honestly floored her, she understood that this meant looking for a new place to live.
So, after narrowing down their severely compromised list of essentials for a home, they set foot to looking at listed areas within the city limits of their wonderful London.
The first had most of the things Molly deemed necessary; a spacious bedroom, plus a spare, large and open kitchen with plenty of countertops for food prepand experiments, and a wonderful view. Unfortunately, it didn't have Sherlock's need for a large living space, there was no fireplace, and something about the neighbor being a habitual snoop. So, they set to look at the next.
After several unsuccessful attempts and quite a few arguments about who was being more childish about the realities of househunting, they found themselves in the small loo, tucked neatly in the center of their, otherwise, dream home. The bedroom allowed more than enough room for both Molly and Sherlock's things, as well as a giant bed that barely fit within 221B. The kitchen was practically made for the pair of them, with two separate sides of counters that would safely keep their food and body parts just that. The view was lovely, with a direct view of The Eye. Sherlock was more than impressed with the fireplace that nearly took up the entire wall of a large living area.
This led to the only problematic area of the home, at least for Molly. For ages, she'd dreamed of having a large claw foot bath tub that she could sink down into after a long day of hunching over corpses. Sherlock, ever the creature of convenience, didn't see the point in having such a thing if their was already a functioning bath.
It wasn't until midway through his rant about how silly and unnecessary an additional bath would be, that he noticed he beloved Molly starting to cry. Not sobs, but he knew the signs by now. The quivering of her lip as she tried to hold it in, the diverted gaze as she tried not to focus on the source of her pain, and most importantly, the glossy glaze her hazel eyes had.
"Molly…I'm s….you know what? I believe adding a bath tub to this corner would be easy. We could even attach the shower head to it, so it functions as both. I have a few favors to collect on from that plumber. Shall I call the owner and tell them we'll take this one?" Sherlock quietly let out a breath of relief as he saw his wife smile brightly, before nearly tackling him as she jumped into his arms, peppering his face with happy kisses.
"Yes, yes yes! Oh Sherlock, do you mean it?" Molly giggled with each peck. The detective smirked at her, before nodding his head, and holding her closer to his chest.
"Yes, I think so. Welcome home, Mrs. Holmes."
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Thank you for the prompt my lovely! Hope you like what I did!
