Chapter 2

The game was over now, England had won with a buzzer beating goal ending the game at 1-2 and defeating the champs. Spain had several good shots on goal but couldn't ever finish successfully. England came back in the second half fighting as hard as ever and their hard work had paid off. People everywhere were going crazy, as you can imagine, and there were several people in the same building as Molly celebrating deep into the night.

After Molly had found the letter she hurriedly hid it somewhere she knew no one would find. She had returned casually, and the rest of the evening had gone by so fast, with all the shouting and carrying ons. Greg had left first, he had to be up early and didn't have time to stick around for long after the match. Molly hadn't even noticed anyone had left until she found herself mesmerized by the television, watching the replays and breakdown of the final match, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and the food put away all precisely labeled and sealed. Mary's doings, obviously, she was a stickler for good housekeeping and cleanliness. Mary had always kept a tidy home, for her mother and father had raised her to do so. She had problems at first "training" John to do the same but he quickly picked up the habits. Lestrade had always poked fun at John, referring to him as "whipped" although John never took offense to those references. For he knew that was only Greg being Greg.

It wasn't until morning that Molly had fully awaken and become aware of her surroundings. After the shock and realization that HE had written her after all these long strenuous months of uncontrollable weeping a mourning. Molly had thought about it all night, the envelope, seemingly insignificant it meant so much to her. If this is envelope contained what she thought, then hers and her friend's lives could be turned upside down. She approached the trunk at the foot of her bed and unlatched the top. As the lid was raised she slid her hand through the slit inside the lining of the bottom of the trunk. It took her a moment to find it but she eventually did find the envelope. She carried it over to her small writing desk and used the small envelope opener to cut open the letter. She opened it and pulled out a matching piece of rather expensive looking stationary. The letter was folded so accurately that the folder could have been mistaken for a surgeon. She unfolded the letter carefully, as if she was trying not to disturb a slumbering bear. As she read she couldn't stop the tears from spilling over. By the time she had finished reading the letter she was weeping hysterically.

The next day, a Sunday, Molly headed over to 221b Baker Street to join Mary and John for lunch. She stuffed the letter into her pocket and pulled on her overcoat. She walked outside and was feeling about the way the sky looked, gloomy and depressing. It had been raining/drizzling for going on four days straight. Although she could see the sun playing peek-a-boo through the clouds it was still a typical winter day, complete with the steam escaping her nostrils as she exhaled.

Molly arrived at John and Mary's at around 12 o'clock noon. She walked in to find herself transported from her gloomy self to a relaxing and tranquil place of rest. Mary had always had a way with making people comfortable in her presence, she made everyone feel so special. 221b Baker Street was now John and Mary's residence. Once Sherlock had "passed on" John had met Mary and had a shotgun wedding just six months later. A brief engagement and a short and sweet ceremony with just their closest family and friends. Mary had looked quite elegant in her vintage A-line dress completed with lace accents. John had nearly lost it when he saw her in that dress, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

Even though Molly had been by the flat numerous times since the "death" of Sherlock she was still as surprised as ever to see the place transformed the way it had. Once a dark and an obvious bachelor pad, now a home. A warm home with joy, peace, and love radiating off of everything. This, was a home fit for a family. Even though Mary had put her own spin on the decorating and presentation of the home, she left "several pieces of Sherlock" scattered through the house. For example; she had framed a small section of the previous accent wallpaper on the wall the Sherlock had previously shot and spray painted. There were several things like this throughout the house, that to anyone who didn't know what they meant, then they just seemed to be the statement or accent pieces of the design. John had missed Sherlock dearly and had embraced the changing of the house although he appreciated the small things Mary had allowed him to keep in the design.

Lunch was ready by 12:30 and Molly had assisted Mary in setting the table. She noticed that Mary had pulled out the nicer silverware and had set the table in a more formal way, Something was up. Molly knew there was something stirring but she just hadn't had any idea what to expect. Molly was sent down to retrieve to join them for lunch.

Little did Molly and know but John and Mary had very exciting news… Mary was only eight weeks along but she had been showing very early and they decided to let everyone in on the secret before they could make deductions of their own. Of course, John and Mary weren't the only ones with news. Molly had decided on the long trek to Baker Street that she would show John the letter. That little green piece of paper, who knew it could contain something so, so…..