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Chapter 7

It was after midnight when Molly heard a soft tapping at her front door. She had been sitting in the living room watching telly. Well, to be honest, she'd had the telly on as background noise while she waited somewhat impatiently for Sherlock to show up, if he showed up. She had tried to watch whatever was on, but she couldn't get interested.

Molly jumped up and yanked the door open. Sherlock's eyes looked her up and down and he shifted uncomfortably. Molly looked down at herself. She was in her pajamas; a slightly baggy white t-shirt with Oscar the Grouch and super fluffy blue pants with cookie monster all over them. Nothing spectacular, although now she wished she had thought ahead better. But these were her favorites. The twins had given them to her for Christmas this year and it made them so happy to see her in them.

Molly stood aside and pulled the door open wider to let Sherlock in. Molly was nervous, and Sherlock's facial expression said he was as well. He walked inside and she closed the door. They stared at each other for a moment before she went and sat back down in her chair and waited for him to sit or speak or whatever was coming.

Sherlock looked around the small flat and saw toys stacked up neatly in the corner, shoes were put on shelves by the door, coats and hats were hung up on little hooks by the door that were placed knee height on the wall, perfect for little children. The entire place had been taken over by children. But he guessed, that's what happens when one has children. And now that someone was him. How would children fit into his life? He had never given it thought before.

He glanced over at Molly, who was watching his every move.

"I have to go," he said as he turned around and walked right back out of Molly's home, closing the door behind him.

Molly stared, dumbfounded at her front door. Had that really just happened? Well that answered how he felt about the twins. Or did it? Sherlock Had never been one to flaunt his feelings, let alone admit that he had them.

Maybe it was just too much for him, waking up one day and learning you have two children.

Molly got up and locked the door, turned off the telly and went to her bed.

She laid there for two hours, and before finally drifting off into a troubled sleep, she thought, "Oh God. How am I going to tell Tom?"

Sherlock walked around London for hours in a daze. His mind wasn't working properly and he couldn't focus.

Mycroft had to have known, yet he had said nothing and there had been no reason for the idea to occur to Sherlock that this situation would present itself.

Also, he had seen the evidence of Molly's new boyfriend. It had to be a new relationship because he wasn't living with Molly and Molly hadn't said anything to him yet about a boyfriend.

Did she need to? Would he decide to become involved in the lives of Molly and her children? Well, Molly, obviously. She was his pathologist after all. Wait, was she still? It had been two years, and now she had children and a somewhat serious relationship with another man.

Sherlock needed to figure out what was happening in his life and what he was going to do about it.

Sherlock looked up and found himself standing outside of 221B Baker Street. A small smile spread across his face. Ah, to be home. And he walked inside.

"Mycroft!" Sherlock bellowed as he entered the office of the older man.

Mycroft looked up and a sly smile spread across his face. "Well. This is a surprise, brother dear."

Sherlock glared at him. "How long have you known? Why did you not tell me?"

Mycroft saw Sherlock's unease and anger and just smiled more brightly. "Well, brother, I naturally assumed that you knew. After all, there really is only one way for this situation to come about. I rather thought that would be something you would not have forgotten about."

Sherlock knew he was lying. It was written bright as day across his brother's face that he was baiting him.

"Why didn't you tell me, Mycroft? When I came back to London you should have told me. Why didn't you?" Sherlock was doing his best to calm down, but honestly, how could his brother have not told him that he had a child. Well, two children.

"Well, I thought that would have been obvious," Mycroft raised his brow. "The lovely Doctor Hooper asked me not to." The smirk on Mycroft's face was infuriating to Sherlock, who was holding back his temper as well as he could. He knew that Mycroft was just waiting to gloat over another blow up, so Sherlock just glared at the older man.

The wheels in Sherlock's head started clicking then and he realized something. "She was worried about me. Worried that I would become distracted and get killed. But that doesn't explain why you stood there letting me go on and on about seeing John again, and not once did you mention children or even Molly. You stood there smirking at me and having a grand old time I'm sure, watching as I made a fool out of myself." Sherlock found himself getting angrier the more he talked so he stopped and continued glaring at his brother.

"So, have you met them yet? I rather think not, judging from your behavior." And the smirking continued.

Sherlock turned around and walked out the way he came. Mycroft's smile grew as his little brother left.

It had been three days since Molly had seen Sherlock and during that time she had avoided pretty much everyone she knew. She stayed home with the children, taking some of her holiday time off from work. Ben and Violet were ecstatic about extra mommy time and did a wonderful job of taking her mind off of things.

After lunch, the twins were playing in the living room while Molly cleaned up the kitchen. There was a knock at the door and Molly looked over at her little ones. They looked up for a second then went back to playing. Molly walked over to the front door and opened it and all color drained from her face.

There stood Sherlock and Tom. Together. Outside of her flat.