I wrote this in less than an hour while it was raining. I hope you enjoy it! Though I personally don't think it's one of my best, but anyway!

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Description: While it's raining, Sherlock realizes how much he loves the rain, and the why. HINT: A certain pathologist is responsible! And he has a question for her!

Rated: K+

For as long as she could remember she loved rainy days and nights, and today was no exception.

Especially since this time, she was surrounded by the warmth of the man who owned her heart.

Tilting her head to the side, she placed her head on his shoulder, and smiled as his head tilted to lay on top of hers as they watched the rain fall down the window of his flat.

"It's so peaceful." She whispered, in the silence of the room with only the noise of the falling rain to fill the void.

He hummed, and she could tell he was where he usually went when there was peace and quiet. He was in his Mind Palace.

Not that she minded, she knew that no matter what, he would come out of the deep thought, and be the ever loving Sherlock she adored with her heart and soul, and the fact that he responded to the short sentence let her know that he wasn't too deep in thought.

She smiled, and reached her right hand down, and slowly threaded her fingers through his left hand, holding on to him as they sat together on his couch.

Her eyes started to drift close, and for a moment, she realized how truly relaxed she was, here in his arms, safe from the storm starting to rage outside.

"Molly?"

At the sound of his voice, her eyes opened, slightly, and she hummed her response.

"Will you marry me?"

Her body froze for an instant, before slowly moving up as she sat straight, and stared at him, trying to determine if he actually had said the four words she thought he had said. "I'm sorry?" She choked out, her eyes widening.

Sherlock cleared his throat, and moved his eyes from the window, where the rain was starting to beat down harder, and the sounds created the perfect sedative. "Will you, Molly Caroline Hooper, marry me?" He asked, gazing into her soft brown eyes.

Her words stuck in her throat, and she slowly began to blink her eyes. "Sherlock, where did this come from?" She asked, after a few moments had passed.

He smirked, slightly, and continued to hold her eyes. "If you must know, the rain helped me decide." He answered, with confidence. "Molly, for years I have despised the rain and the storms because they disrupt my sight and distort the world around me." He began, his eyes holding the honesty he was confessing.

"Until you came along, and made me see what I had been blind to, though I would never admit it to anyone else." He added, watching her smile, lightly. "You love the rain, and I never could understand why, until I came back from my exile." He continued, his voice becoming rushed and deep.

"You love the rain because it disrupts your life, and hides your fears and negative feelings from others, but when it rains," He continued, noting that he had to hurry because of the smile fading slightly on her face. "Now, you come to me, and you share with me what bothers you and what you feel." He stated, watching her eyes brim with tears.

"Sherlock," She whispered, slowly shaking her head. "Please tell me that you're not high." She remarked, with a small laugh.

He smiled, and lifted her left hand to his face, and flattened against his smooth dignified cheekbones. "Only high from the rain, Molly," He answered, feeling her fingers lightly drag against his skin. "What other proof do you need? So I can get my answer." He requested, and she could see the nervous emotion shining in his eyes.

She smiled, and leaned forward. "Say the words." She whispered, only a breath away from his lips.

He leaned slightly forward, touching her lips, slightly. "I love you, Molly Hooper." He whispered, pulling back, ever so slightly.

She laughed, and climbed on his lap, and kissed his lips with joy emanating from her body. "I love you." She returned, feeling him chuckle as his arms wrapped around her waist.

"I need an answer, Molly." He remarked, pulling back from her to gaze into her eyes.

She ran her fingers through his hair, and smiled. "Yes, William Sherlock Scott Holmes, I will marry you." She stated, before they continued their tryst on the couch.

Nearly a month later, they exchanged their vows in a small church in the country with the rain pouring down outside, and nine months later it poured once again when they welcomed little Crystal Rain Holmes into the world.

Please be kind!

I think I'm going to shoot for a Rated M in the next chapter! What would you like to see? Let me know!

Until Next Time...