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YEARLY PROCESSING

His face feels warm. The feel of hands brushing against his cheeks pulls him back to the sitting room where he had placed himself early this morning when his wife had left him to do the shopping since the cupboards were starting to get bare. He had absentmindedly offered to go with her (over coffee, Molly half dressed and he needed a shower and a fresh change of clothes) but she had declined the idea somehow knowing that he needed the hour or so to work through some matters from the past month or so.

Between working and their private life everything was great but somehow old things were being dredged up for him and he wished for it to stay at bay. Warranting this very human display.

Tears to be precise. Her fingertips brushing his cheeks to wipe them away.

At least it was just Molly who found him, pulled him out and asked quietly as he pulled her on his lap, "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not sure what happened exactly." He sighs, using his other hand to rush it through his already mussed up curls.

"What were you looking into then?"

"The last year, and a few milestones from our combined history ."

He watched his wife's brows furrow in confusion. "Why?"

"Because I love you and I'm positive it's a fluke that you could love an egotistically mad machine like me."

Molly rested her hands on his shoulder as she moved around so that she was straddling his waist. Sherlock gave her a look but she ignored it because that was not about to happen. Not right now anyways.

"You're more of a moron than a machine currently, Sherlock."

He rolled his eyes at her. She enjoyed calling him an idiot when he was being silly, not because he actually was moronic in her opinion. "Go on." He told her.

"Your mind is only one of the qualities that I like about you. Note, I said like not love. It tends to get you into trouble. Case and point, now. Thinking about the past which I'm sure is something you lock up deep when it's irrelevant which makes me want to ask something."

He waited. This was one of his favorite things that she did. Turning the tables on him. She was a detective in her own way, yet she usually only did it when she knew he needed something solid to justify his irrational emotions and thoughts. It was better to be logical than to let your feelings cloud your thinking at times. A lesson that he taught her first hand.

"What happened to make you rattled? What is making you back track on how far you've come? I'm proud of you, though…" She intercedes him before he can start talking. "…for not pushing me away. The last time you were completely frustrated with yourself for allowing this to happen."

He reaches for one of her hands and kisses it tenderly. "You're right, I lashed out the last time. Mummy was quite annoyed with me for ruining that visit because I was focused on things that didn't matter but it's because you do matter to me that I felt the sway to rush through the bad parts of our acquaintanceship. It helps me get perspective on some things." He pauses briefly. "It's our anniversary on Tuesday. The 16th, three years since we were married and nine since we met."

Molly wanted to laugh. Sherlock had thought he had been clever choosing to get married on the same day that they met, but he wasn't fooling her. Which probably is half his point for doing it. She no longer thought it was because he wouldn't forget it. Sherlock hadn't acknowledged her birthday for the first two years. They hadn't been close then.

She had his name, and shared his bed now; that was ground breaking even to her.

"You're not as clever as you think regarding that date."

"I wasn't trying to be." He mumbled.

"No?" That was surprising.

"It's often when I'm not trying to be clever that all of you think I am. Besides, that was for our benefit. A joke of sorts that no one else would understand." Now that was kind of sweet.

Molly grinned at him. "That is why I love you, Sherlock Holmes."

He pulled her closer to him and kissed her soundly, pulling back a fraction briefly "Good." He mumbled before resuming the snogging.