"What's that you're playing?" Molly asked, stepping into Baker Street.
"Nothing!" Sherlock lowered the bow and violin, looking quite sheepish. "Never you mind."
"Was that something from-"
"No!"
"Yes it was!" Molly laughed, then crossed the room. "It's all right, you know, if you want to play songs from Pinocchio, I'd rather like to hear them, that was a particularly pretty one."
"Yes I know, you like that one," Sherlock nodded, tuning the strings again. "Your father used to sing it to you when you went to sleep."
She looked surprised. "You remember I'd told you that? That was years ago!"
"Of course I remember," he met her gaze briefly, then looked down at the instrument in his hands again.
"Well…" she picked at a bit of fluff on her trousers. "Go on then, why are you playing Disney songs?"
"Partly for Rosie," he shrugged. "She complains that she cannot sing when I play my 'fruity music'," at this molly burst out laughing, remembering the three-year old's name for classical music. She was so much her mother and father. "And…partly because you had such fond memories of your father singing to you…I thought…perhaps our child might like the same sort of memories…" he trailed off, still staring at the ground. He finally gathered his courage, looking up to meet her gaze.
Teary eyed, she got to her feet, coming to stand before him, she curled her arms around his waist, cheek against his shoulder. He returned the embrace, careful not to drop the violin.
"You're pleased then?" he murmured. "You'd like to have children?"
She shifted so she could look up at him. Brushing the curls from his eyes, she smiled.
"Go on then, play it once more, and then you'll have an answer." She was smiling a cheeky grin that he knew right away what it meant.
He waited for her to step back so he could position the instrument once more. "You know of course," he said, just as he was about to play. "We have to wait for the birth control to be out of your system and-"
"Oh shut up and play!" she laughed, still teary-eyed, grinning at him.
He smirked and did as she asked. It wasn't something he ever expected to be playing, and it went without saying it would not be all their children ever listened to, not with the whole wonderful, wide world of classical music at their feet. But he did admit, there were some pretty melodies in this particular genre, and to be quite honest, he liked the idea of continuing such a warm tradition for their family.