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Rosamund Watson set down her doll as she watched Molly, who was gazing at some old photographs on the walls of 221B Baker Street.

"Auntie Molly," the little girl spoke up, "what was my mom like?"

Molly started at the young girls voice and spun around. "Well," she began, her forehead creasing with old memories, "Your mom was the greatest friend I've ever had."

Molly stepped across the floor and scooped Rosie up, sitting down on the duvet with the little girl on her lap. "She was an amazing woman, and she loved you very much, Rosie. You should never forget that."

Rosie nodded solemnly, spotting Sherlock in the doorway behind Molly. She saw the way that her "Uncle Lock" looked at "Auntie Molly," and then turned back to her aunt to ask another question.

"Did she love me as much as Uncle Sherlock loves you?"

Molly went slightly rigid at the girl's question, blushing a deep pink. "Um, Rosie, Sherlock doesn't lov–"

"Hello, Rosie, how are you today?" Sherlock interrupted, walking into the room, and interrupting Molly mid-sentence.

"I'm good, Uncle Lock," Rosie giggled as Sherlock walked over to the couch and affectionately planted a kiss on the little girl's nose.

"Hi, Sherlock," Molly greeted Sherlock, her cheeks still flushed from embarrassment. "Finished the case, then?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered, "It was barely a five."

"Uncle Lock," Rosie interjected, "Auntie Molly doesn't believe you love her,"

Molly's blush flared again as she tried to correct the little girl, "No, I–"

"We are going to have to fix that, then," Sherlock interrupted her again, leaning down and giving her a chaste kiss on her lips. As he stood back up, Molly gazed at him with wide, shocked eyes.

"Yes, Rosie," Sherlock said, turning his attention back to the small girl, "Your mother loved you just as much as I love Molly. She was a dear friend."

Rosie beamed up at Sherlock, before a mischievous expression flitted across her face. "Does Molly love you?"

Sherlock's eyes shifted to Molly, his brows tightening in apprehension as he waited for her to answer the little girl's question.

Molly smiled shyly as she glanced at Sherlock, before turning back to Rosie and answering. "Yes, I love him. I love him very much."