A/N: I forgot to put this on the end of the last chapter but if anyone is wondering why Mycroft seems so open about sex in the text and shy with Molly in person the reason is that I think someone as proud as Mycroft would hate his abilities in any area being doubted. Saying something and doing it are two very different things but we'll have to see how Mollcroft's relationship progresses.

Mycroft had been right; his local take away did an amazing curry. Molly wasn't usually a curry person, she often found that she had ordered something that was too hot and ended up with her eyes and nose streaming while her mouth burned with the strong spices; but this mild tikka masala that Mycroft had ordered for her was perfect. She could taste every single spice in it and the home made naan bread that came with it was perfect for soaking up the excess sauce. The pair attacked their food ravenously; content to just concentrate on the food and good company than to talk about anything in particular. When all the food was gone and their bellies were finally full they finally looked at each other, Mycroft's lips quirked into a small smile as he leant across towards her. Molly's breath caught in her throat as Mycroft's face came closer to hers, heart fluttering in anticipation she met his eyes also smiling. Suddenly he stopped moving and reached out to wipe a bit of sauce she had missed from the side of her mouth with his thumb before eating it himself and sitting back where he had been. Molly cursed herself internally for getting so excited about what she had thought was going to be a kiss but turned out to be her messy eating being corrected.

Mycroft gathered their empty plates and took them into his kitchen to put into the sink for cleaning later on before returning and sitting next to Molly comfortably flicking the TV on and clicking to a re-run of Doctor Who on BBC3 that he knew Molly hadn't seen for a while. Molly looked at him, a curious smile on her face before shaking her head and turning back to the screen, deciding that she'd rather not know how he knew what television she had been watching lately. When the episode finished a new one came on after the ad break and so the rest of the evening was spent watching those. Throughout the evening somehow Molly and Mycroft had gravitate closer together and so ended up with their sides pressed together and Molly's head resting on his shoulder as her neck began to ache. Mycroft looked down at the woman beside him, stunned that she could be as comfortable and at ease with him as she was. He thought he may as well enjoy the affection if she was offering it to him so freely and slowly moved his arm from at his side to go around her shoulders so her head rested more comfortably between his chest and shoulder.

"Thank you, that's much more comfortable." mumbled Molly as she shifted to get into a better position against him.

"You could have said something if you were uncomfortable." Mycroft replied just as quietly as she had spoken.

"No I couldn't, I was enjoying it either way but this is better." Molly rubbed the soft wool of Mycroft's green jumper between her fingers as she spoke, appreciating how much affection he was allowing her to show despite his inexperience of late. "How do you look so proper all the time? Even when you're relaxing you look so well ordered, I look appalling when I'm just at home slobbing about in my casual clothes."

"You look pretty tonight so you can't look that appalling, I suppose I'm just so used to being in control that it's hard to shrug it off." complimented Mycroft.

"Yes well I made an effort because I was seeing you, trust me if you wait long enough you'll see how crap I can look." Molly countered, concentrating half on the TV and half on the man she was leaning against.

"You didn't have to make an effort, you know I like you as you are. We really will have to do something about your self-esteem Molly dear, it is far too low for someone as beautiful and intelligent as yourself." Mycroft's comment sounded off-handed but he meant every word.

An hour later Molly was put into Mycroft's car and driven home by his chauffer. The tiredness that she had shrugged off earlier in the evening suddenly crashed down on her as she got inside her house. Molly changed clothes quickly and pulled her hair loose before scooping up Toby in her arms and getting into bed cuddling him, thinking about her enjoyable evening with Mycroft.

Mary let herself in to Molly's apartment with the spare key Molly had given her far too early and bouncily than Molly deemed acceptable. Mary barged into the bedroom pulling open the curtains to let the sunlight stream in. Molly groaned and pulled the covers over her head.

"Ugh Mary it's too bright." Molly mumbled through her duvet.

"Yes it is, it's a lovely day and we are going out, I want to go to this massive market that's being held today and John said he won't come unless at least two other people come too so I've already got Mrs. Hudson and now I want you." Mary picked Toby up from the bed and plopped herself down next to Molly's head with the cat in her lap, purring at the attention he was being given.

"I think he probably meant another man Mary, not a couple more women." Molly pulled the duvet down so she could see the woman beside her, blinking at the bright shade of pink that she was wearing.

"Well he should have specified what he meant then shouldn't he? Come on up, up, up I want to go! And you need to tell me how last night went because I need to know how many people will be coming to Zuri's christening incase her godmother has a certain Holmes as a date." Mary squealed the last part surprising her friend.

"What do you mean?" Molly hauled herself to sit up next to Mary in bed, running a hand through her messy hair.

"I mean I want you to be godmother and I need to know if Mycroft will be your date to her christening." Mary rolled her eyes as she stroked Toby's spine.

"It's a bit soon to be thinking of that isn't it? You still have four months to go until she arrives. I didn't think you had dates at christenings anyway, it seems a bit wrong." Molly dragged herself out of bed and grabbed some clothes from her wardrobe to put on.

"You didn't deny that you'd be coming with him, it must have gone well then! And I don't care about tradition I just want you to be happy both as my friend and as Zuri's godmother." Mary called after her as she slipped into the bathroom to get ready.

Ten minutes later she walked out of the bathroom clothed in a dark blue dress with a black cardigan, her hair left down for once and flat shoes since she knew that Mary would insist on making an entire day of this trip.

"You look great." Mary smiled standing up to greet her "I remember when I could wear chiffon." she remarked sadly looking down at the t-shirt material dress she was wearing.

"Oh shut up Mary you look lovely and blooming." Molly rolled her eyes at Mary and packed her handbag with her purse, mobile and a bottle of water that she grabbed from the fridge.

"You would say that." Mary muttered bitterly as she rubbed her bump feeling Zuri twist and ripple beneath her hand "Are we ready to go because I told John that we'd meet him and Mrs. Hudson at the market entrance and it about a ten minute walk."

"Yes I'm sorted, lets get on then." The two women left the house after checking on Toby's food and drink and set off towards the market, mid-morning sunshine warming them. They soon reached the market, greeting John and Mrs. Hudson warmly when Sherlock strode up to the group.

"Well here I am, let's get on or this will take all day." Sherlock drawled, clad in his Belstaff despite the heat of the day.

"We intend for this to take all day Sherlock so don't you dare spoil it by deducing any stallholders." Mary warned wagging her finger at him.

"Honestly Mary you think so little of me, I always know when to keep my mouth shut." Sherlock huffed yet in the next breath: "Are you sure blue is your colour, Molly?" Mrs. Hudson was quick to berate him for his rudeness as Molly felt around in her bag for her phone that had just vibrated. She pulled the phone out unlocking the screen to see a new text 'You look lovely MH'

A bright smile shone on Molly's face as she looked up to see a security camera pointing exactly at their group.

"Honestly Mrs. Hudson I don't mind, lets get on shall we?" Molly addressed the group happily, stunning John with her lack of care for the insult she had just got. The group walked into the busy market, careful to stay together as much as possible. Mrs. Hudson hurried along with Mary to look at a stall that was selling individually embroidered baby-grows.

John wandered behind them; ready to carry any bags they had as Molly meandered towards a stall selling silver jewelry. She was looking at some rings with intricate patterns on them when she realised Sherlock was hovering over her.

"What is it Sherlock? You don't usually hold your tongue when you have something to say, especially not to me." Molly sighed as she tried on one of the rings and found it to be a size too small.

"Do you really know what you're doing associating with my brother? I know he may seem reasonably normal and knows his manners but he really isn't what he appears." Molly finally found her size in the ring she wanted and the matching earrings; taking them into her hand she was just about to pay the stallholder when she saw a little babies bangle. Carefully she picked it up and seeing the little sign that said they could engrave it she decided to get it for Zuri. She handed the items over to the stallholder and paid, writing Zuri's name so they knew what to engrave as she waited.

"I know he isn't what he seems Sherlock, he's nice and we get along well. Can you just suck it up and let things take their natural course this once? Don't make rude comments this time, let me enjoy it." Molly pleaded with Sherlock. A smirk spread across his face as he listened her plea.

"I see that I can't change your mind then, alright I approve of this dalliance and I won't be cruel. You make the cut Molly Hooper; well done not many people can get my seal of approval." Molly's mouth fell open in shock.

"You were testing me? Oh my god you sly fox." Molly laughed at Sherlock's self-satisfied expression and thanked the stallholder profusely ten minutes later when she had the baby bangle in a gift box engraved with 'For Zuri love Auntie Molly'. Sherlock quickly found the other half of their group at a stall tasting cheese. John spotted them first and waved them over.

"We were wondering where you'd got to, we turned and you were gone." John smiled and passed Molly some of the cheddar they had been trying.

"Oh I went to a jewelry stall over there and didn't realise I was being followed by this one." Molly gestured to Sherlock as she explained "Did you get anything from that baby stall?"

"Oh yes we got a lovely little pair of pink booties and Mrs. Hudson got us a beautiful little onesie with a teddy bear on it." listed Mary as the group moved away from the cheese stall, the men now talking as the women wandered on their own.

"Have you found anything nice for yourself Mrs. Hudson?" Molly asked politely "I saw a lovely scarf stall down here somewhere with some that would look really nice on you."

"Yes lets have a look for you Mrs. Hudson, we can treat you this time!" exclaimed Mary as she made a beeline for the stall, the other two women trailing after her. In the end Mrs. Hudson ended up with six new scarves between Molly and Mary in various bright colours and patterns that would go with most of her wardrobe. Molly bought some flowery smelling bath bombs from another vender and found some raspberry body butter for Mary since she had been bothered about stretch marks recently; she liked the smell so much that she bought herself the moisturizer of it too.

All too soon it was time for lunch and the group rejoined to go and find something to eat in one of the café's that lined the street that they were on with tons of outdoor tables. The group each had a sandwich and a drink before they decided to continue with the market for a few hours longer. By the time the group was going home they were all weighed down with purchases; Mary had the baby bangle from Molly, the onesie from Mrs. Hudson, the pink booties, the raspberry body butter and a fair-trade bag that she had fallen in love with; Molly had her bath bombs, ring, earrings, moisturizer and a clutch bag from the same stall as Mary's bag; Mrs. Hudson had her scarves, a decorative sculpture of an elephant and some homemade perfume; John had a new watch and a wallet. But it was Sherlock who had the most things out of everyone surprisingly, taking home a watch, a leather diary, a new tie, a Victorian style lamp, an old book on hunting techniques and an African war mask. The group tactfully ignored his more out there purchases and all headed hope sun-drunk and ready for a sit down.