Sherlock and Molly were on their way to the Holmes Estate. His parents had invited them over. In the back seat was a sleeping Jonah, and two presents for his parents. They were holding hands while Sherlock drove, although he couldn't understand for the life of him why hand-holding was such a romantic thing to do.
They pulled into the vast driveway, Sherlock yanking the keys from the ignition of the Range Rover. They jumped out, Molly helping with the luggage, and Sherlock scooping up Jonah. Now that they lived closer to the Holmes Estate, they didn't have to yank Jonah from school every time they went to see Sherlock's parents. Except, he was exhausted after a long day at school. They also planned on seeing Mrs. Hooper later as well.
Sherlock carried Jonah in through the house, and towards their rooms, leaving him in one of the two twin beds in his old rooms. He dropped Jonah on the bed with Callum's name above it on the ceiling, and walked out, not looking anywhere else.
"Where's Jonah?" Mr. Holmes asked, embracing his son. Mycroft wasn't due for another hour. "Sleeping?" Sherlock nodded.
"I placed him in my old quarters." Mr. Holmes nodded, and invited his son to sit. "You could have come to stay with us, Father. We have plenty of room."
"Oh, don't I know that. I'm the one who helped foot the bill to have it built, there was no way in hell I wasn't putting space for your old parents to visit." Sherlock smirked, while Molly giggled, and sat next to Sherlock. He draped his arm around the back of the sofa. Mrs. Holmes came in.
"Well, we have something for you, before Mycroft get's here." Molly got up to get their gifts, and came back to hand them over. "Open them, and see." The first thing each would open is a t-shirt from France, a small gift after their honeymoon.
"Aww, this is sweet, Sherlock." Mrs. Holmes said.
"I like this, son." Mr. Holmes held out his. They were different pictures of the Eiffel Tower. Mrs. Holmes had a postcard on hers, Mr. Holmes had a photograph.
"Dig deeper, Mr. Holmes. You'll find it better that way." Sherlock smirked at the double meaning. Mr. Holmes looked up.
"What, no 'dad'?" Sherlock smirked, and looked at Molly, who blushed, and shyly looked down. Mr. Holmes didn't miss the endearing smile she earned, nor the gentle touch of Sherlock's slender, light, musicians fingers. He got out the second t-shirt. Mrs. Holmes read hers at the same time as he did.
"You're pregnant?" Mrs. Holmes exclaimed at the same time Mr. Holmes just said, "You're pregnant." They looked at each other, then at the happy couple.
"Yes, we are." Mrs. Holmes screamed, and ran for the two terrified people sitting on the sofa opposite, and nearly tackled them. Mr. Holmes could only laugh in half shock, half amusement for his wife's reactions.
Jonah walked into the room, holding his ears.
"Man." He said, as everyone turned to look at him. "A guy leave to pee, and he comes back to chaos." Sherlock and Molly glanced at one another, then back at Jonah, before bursting out laughing.
Despite his shock, Mr. Holmes couldn't help it. He had to laugh too.
I am soooo sorry this is so late. Work, and Christmas, and life decided to take over.
That is of no importance. I am here now! So, how was everyone's Christmas? Mine was good, relaxing. I didn't get any reading in *le sad face* but otherwise I was happy.
Also, I'm trying to keep my YouTube channel updated. Do you guys think I should discuss my fanfictions? Or should I stick to general writing and books? I must know your opinions.
I'm off to have dinner with my two bff's soon, so I'll see you around. Nerd out, my fellow fictioners!