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So, since I couldn't settle one a name for Sherlock's parents, I decided to not give them one.
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It's beautiful.
"Raise your left the other one. Yes."
John with Sherilyn in his hand enters 221B to chance upon the peculiar sight of Sherlock measuring a harassed looking Molly.
"Sherlock, what are you doing?", He asks as he enters the living room.
"Measuring Molly, obviously", Sherlock replies in his usual don't-be-an-idiot-John voice.
"I can see that. I am asking why you are doing so?"
"We are going to my childhood home today and are going to stay there for the weekend,I thought I told you. Turn your neck a little Molly."
"Yes." John nods as he patiently waits for further information, then sigh when he realizes non forthcoming."Sherlock, I don't see the connection between your trip and measuring Molly and before you say it, I know, I am an idiot."
Molly chuckles at John's acceptance that Sherlock is going to call him an idiot for not understanding Sherlock's vague answers.
"He is checking me to make sure the baby and I are completely alright and won't have any complications or anything on the trip."
John nods in understanding, now that he looks around he can see other doctor's equipment which Sherlock has nicked from Bart's. Ranging from stethoscope to scalp...Scalpel?
What the hell was he doing with a scalpel?
John decides he doesn't want to know.
He sits in his chair while at the same time trying to desperately remember if he had been this bad like Sherlock during Mary's pregnancy and hoping he wasn't.
He can tell from Molly's expression that she doesn't know whether to be exasperated with Sherlock or to find him has settled for both, he supposes.
Sherlock puts the measuring tape away as he gets up from his crouching position, as he was measuring Molly's waist, and starts to say,"You have gained.."
Molly quickly cuts him off."Not another word Sherlock. How many times do I have to tell you I don't want to here how much fat I have gotten?"
Sherlock dismisses this with a wave of his hand."You are not fat, you are completely of the right weight for a women who is four month. Your weight is..''
''Sherlock'', Molly warns him in a stern voice.
Sherlock smirk a little, then snatches Sherilyn away from John and walk over to the window with her.
''You have gained two pounds, Sherilyn'', he tells her.
Molly gives John a look that translates as 'he just has to deduct someone's wait, doesn't he?'.
John grins at Molly with a face that conveys,'That's Sherlock for you.'
Sherlock mutters from beside the window,''Mycroft's limos here. Better get your things Molly.''
Molly's playful look is replaced by a sour face as she pads to the bedroom, muttering about git who forget to warn other people of developments and all.
John raises an eyebrow at Molly's retreating form and asks Sherlock, ''What's with the abrupt mood change? I thought her mood swings have passed? Who is the git by the way? You, I presume?''
''Stress. Lack of coffee, anxiety for meeting my family and as much as I loathe to admit it, my preventive measure over her and the baby might be driving her up the wall a little. You presume correct.'' Sherlock answers John question one by one.
Sherilyn chooses this moment to pull on Sherlock's hair, roughly.
''Oww.'' He groans in pain.
John chuckles and slouches in his chair as he watches the scene in front of him.
Apparently, all it takes to bring Sherlock to his knees is his god daughter and her expert hair twisting.
Sherlock manages to pry Sherilyn hands off his hair as Molly comes back inside with her bag in one hand and Toby on the other- her usual serene face resumed.
John asks Molly something he has been wondering about. ''What about Toby? Who is going to take care of him while you are gone? Well, I could do it, if you need help.''
''No, it's fine. Mycrofts going take care of him for the time being.''
''What? Mycroft? Cat?''. John knows he is sentences are not making any sense but the sudden image that has sprang on his mind of Mycroft with Toby and pink heart sign surrounding them, at Molly's declaration, is too much of a shock to his mind.
''Yes. Mycroft and cats. I don't know how, I would say its the pastries she keeps bribing him with, Molly has somehow managed to convince Mycroft to take care of Toby for the weekend.'' Sherlock's face is incredibly amused and John can tell he is enjoying Mycrofts predicament immensely.
God, John doesn't want to miss this.
''Okay, I am going to go and say goodbye to Mrs. Hudson first.'' Molly informs them, coos and kisses Sherilyn a little before walking out.
Sherlock quickly walks over to John as John gets up and gives John Sherilyn back, then whispers in a low voice,''Did you get what I asked you for?''
''Yes, it's here.'' John hands the thing to Sherlock.
''You think she will like it?'' John can hear the uncertainty in Sherlock's tone.
''She will love it.'' He assures his best friend and they both share a smile as they walk downstairs.
Mrs. Hudson and Molly are talking with a sour looking Mycroft, who is probably dreading his upcoming weekend having to take care of the cat.
Molly hands him Toby and a bag, no doubt containing cakes.
John doesn't waste time and secretly snaps a quick picture of Mycroft with the cat and sends it to Mary and Greg.
He is going to frame this picture and gift it to Mycroft's mother and father.
John grins wickedly.
Sherlock gives him a wicked grin and wink, managing to catch John on the act of trading the picture.
''Taking care of pet, this days, brother dear? Oh, how the mighty have fallen'', Sherlock doesn't miss his chance to needle his brother.
Molly shushes both Sherlock and Mycroft before he can reply to Sherlock and hugs Mycroft as thanks who endures it.
When did Molly and Mycroft mange to become buddies again? John can't help wonder if Sherlock's fake death had made them closer than he thinks.
They all bid fare well to each other and Sherlock and Molly head towards his childhood home.
Sherlock gives Molly's hand a squeeze and whispers ''I love you'' into her ear as they wait for his mother to open the door.
Molly smiles at him gratefully and place a chaste kiss on his cheek.
He doesn't say he loves her very often but when he does, it's always when he knows she need support and assurance. He told her "I Love you'' at their first doctor's appointment too.
Mrs. and Mr. Holmes opens the door and ushers them in.
They say hello to each other with Molly's voice coming out in a high pitch squeak.
Figures, Sherlock's parent have the same power as Sherlock to reduce her into a squeaky mouse.
Mrs. Holmes hug her then. She tentatively hugs her back.
''Oh dear, it's so nice to meet you again.I always knew my boy fancied you and I am so happy that you to finally got together. Not to mention we are having a new member.'', Mrs. Holmes tells her as she release Molly.
And with that any fear she had of Sherlock's mother not liking her went out the window. She had forgotten how warm and kind Sherlock's parents were. She had met them briefly before and now that she finally got rid of her irrational fear, she remembers how well their first meeting had been and how she had felt like a part of their family for those short hours.
Her whole face and posture relaxes as she gives them both her best bright smile and replies,"Its nice to meet you again too, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes. Thank you, for accepting me."
Mr. Holmes steps forward and says with bright twinkling eyes,"No, no, none of that Mr and Mrs stuff. Call us by our name dear or even better call us Mummy and Daddy, since you are a going to be our daughter in law very soon, anyway."
Sherlock's voice interrupts them before she could blush at the implication of her and Sherlock's marriage.'' Have you all forgotten that I am here too?'', he asks, pouting.
Molly rolls her eyes. Her attention seeking man child.
Mummy Holmes laughs and slaps his arm playfully, reprimanding him for being childish.
The rest of the evening passes with laughter and playfulness.
For Molly, this is one of the best evening of her life.
She has lost her mother when she was five year old in a car accident.
She doesn't remember much about her, but she suspects her mother might have been like Mrs. Holmes.
Mr. Holmes reminds her so much of her father. The playfulness, the twinkling bright eyes.
She can see so much of Sherlock in them, yet so different from them.
Tom's parent have been great people too, but she hasn't felt so in home with them as Sherlock.
She can feel the warmth and love of a family after such a long time, that she fears her hurt might burst with love.
As was the case with Sherlock, she fell in love too quickly with his family too and she hopes that's the case with his parents too.
She knows her child is going to be born into a wonderful family, with Sherlock as a father, Mycroft, John, Mary, Greg as uncle and aunties, and Mrs. Hudson and Mummy and Daddy Holmes as grandma and grandpa.
Her baby is going to be born in to the best family in the world.
Please, please, please, do review.
Don't worry, there are more family scenes coming.
PS- Any guesses what John gave Sherlock? I think you all know.
