So it might be a little while before i am able to update again. i have a lot going on right now, but i will do my absolute best to update as soon as i can. Thank you to TardisNamedJack for being my beta.

Chapter 8

Molly stood there staring at the two men outside her door. Sherlock and Tom stood there in obvious discomfort glancing back and forth between Molly and each other.

"Um, hi, uh, Molly," stammered Tom glancing again at Sherlock. Sherlock glared at Tom for a quick second, then looked back at Molly.

"Hello Molly, I see you have company, I will come back later." Sherlock turned to leave when he felt a hand on his arm stopping him.

"No wait." Molly's voice was small and Sherlock barely heard her. "Umm, Tom," she turned to Tom, "I-I need to see Sherlock, umm, alone." She look apologetically at Tom.
"I-I'm sorry, Tom. Would you m-mind coming back later?"

Tom looked so confused and his head was pinging back and forth as if he was at a tennis match between Molly and Sherlock. "Umm, Molly, are you sure? I mean, I could just wait here and-"

"She said alone," piped up Sherlock as he walked into Molly's flat and shut the door behind himself, pulling Molly in with him. "Now, I would like to meet my children."

Sherlock smiled his sarcastic smile but his face fell and was replaced by shock when Molly slapped him.

"That was completely uncalled for Sherlock Holmes." Molly whispered angrily at him.

"But, you don't need him anymore. I am back now. I won't have some no account, pansy boy raising my children and having my…" he stopped short. What was Molly to him exactly? He knew he had feelings for her, like the ones he had for John. They were the most important people in the world to him.

"Your what, Sherlock?" Molly asked him. "What am I to you? What do you think is going to happen here? You left. You left. Not one word in two years. Two years, Sherlock!" Molly didn't realize that she had raised her voice until she felt little hands tugging at her hands. She looked down into the faces of her children, seeing concern written all over the cute miniature versions of herself and Sherlock.

"Mummy?" Ben was quiet and shy, but he was worried about Molly, she never raised her voice around them.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweethearts, I-I didn't mean to startle you. Go play in your room and Mummy will be there in just a couple of minutes." She smiled at them reassuringly but neither of them budged.

"Mummy, this Daddy?" Violet asked, all curiosity. Molly didn't know what to say or do. She looked up to Sherlock, who cleared his throat.

"Err, yes. Yes, I am… Daddy?" the last word caught in his throat and he was unsure of himself in that moment. Violet reached over and slid her hand into his and squeezed gently.

"Come. Let's play," she said to her newly found father. Ben gripped Molly's hand a little bit tighter. "Come, Brother, play," Violet called to him. Ben looked back to Molly.

"Mummy?"

"You can go, sweetie," she tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear and smiled.

"Mummy, want Uncle Mikey," was the little boy's reply.

"Oh, darling, Uncle Mikey is very busy. It is Friday, and you know you don't see Uncle Mikey except on Sundays." She squatted down next to Ben and put her arms around him and looked over to where Violet had taken Sherlock. Violet had sat her father on a pretty pink pillow on the floor and had handed him a teacup that he was expected to drink from. Sherlock was surrounded by frills and pink and dolls. He looked distinctly uncomfortable and Molly couldn't suppress the soft laugh that escaped her lips at the sight.

Ben pulled away from Molly and looked to his sister. Deciding that he didn't want to be left out, he went to join the tea party. Molly followed him and stood in the doorway watching her children interact with their father for the first time ever.

Violet was instructing her father on how to properly hold his teacup, and both father and son rolled their eyes at her. Molly chuckled and caught Sherlock's attention. He raised a brow and then his face changed to one of pleading.

"Molly, can we talk?" His voice was soft yet demanding.

"No, drink tea, Daddy. I make more now," Violet interrupted with a bright smile on her face. When Sherlock went to move anyway, Violet pushed on his shoulders. "Sit, Daddy. Drink tea." Her face was stern and he almost laughed at her.

"I am an adult. I intend to get up and speak with your mother. You may… continue your playtime without me," Sherlock insisted.

Violet's hands went straight to her hips and in that moment, she was her mother in miniature. "Daddy," she started, "You need play now. Talk Mommy later." And with that she picked up her own teacup and sat on Sherlock's knee. Not to be outdone by his sister, Ben jumped up and sat on Sherlock's other knee.

Again, Sherlock looked to Molly for help. Molly laughed and cleared her throat.

"Darlings, umm, Mummy needs to talk to Daddy. May I borrow him for 5 minutes? I promise to bring him back."

Both children deflated slightly. "Oookaay," they said together and they got up.

Sherlock practically jumped up and quickly removed himself from the room. Molly hesitated slightly and then winked at the twins and followed Sherlock, slowly.

Sherlock was so incredibly uncomfortable. What had happened? First, he shows up to see Molly and there was some man standing at her door. A man that looked significantly like himself. Obviously his surrogate. That bothered him more than it should have. Molly found some cheap look-a-like to play father to his children. That was bad enough, then to be attacked by two little… he needed to calm down and think. Molly was obviously enchanted by his short time with the children. That was… good. Or was it? If Molly approved of his way with the children she would get rid of his "doppleganger." But Sherlock knew nothing about dealing with children.

"So… you, umm, you came back," Molly initiated. She fidgeted a little bit and glanced up at Sherlock. He stared down at her.

"Of course I came back," he snapped, then closed his eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Molly. I just… I don't know how to handle this situation. I never…" He paused and took a step toward her. "Molly, this was never…"

Molly wrapped her arms around him again and put her head on his chest. "Oh Sherlock, this wasn't anyone's plan." She squeezed him slightly and his arms wrapped around her body and held her close. "Please, Sherlock, give them a chance. They are the most perfect children and if you let them, they will love you completely." She raised her head and looked deeply into his blue-green eyes. Sherlock bent and kissed her.