A/N: This chapter includes the nieces and nephew JGRhodes gave Molly in "The Brolly Brigade", which is the first MollCroft fic I ever read and got me aboard this ship.

Mycroft Holmes sat at the rickety sidewalk café table with his best fake smile. He wondered just what in the hell had got into him, allowing Molly to talk him into accompanying her when she took her nephew and nieces to Disneyland Paris. ("But the children adore you, Mycroft! And your French is so much better than mine!") She'd given him the pleading look, and Anthea had somehow made all of his other commitments for the weekend disappear. The thought made him stifle an indignant sniff. He technically didn't need to stifle anything – Molly had take Katie and Caleb to the souvenir shop, leaving him with three-year-old Lilly, who was singularly focused on her chips. But, as Mummy always used to say, a proper gentleman is on his best behaviour even when nobody's watching.

"Mr. Holmes!" Caleb called out, nearly causing the diplomat to spill his tea. "We got you something!"

Mycroft turned to see Caleb and Katie grinning brilliantly and Molly looking slightly embarrassed. All three of them were wearing Mickey Mouse ears with their names emblazoned on them. Katie carried a smaller set for Lilly and Caleb was holding out… oh, God.

He looked at Molly as if she'd just asked him to use his favourite waistcoat to mop up spilled wine. She met his eyes and said, "We all got them, and the children didn't want you to be left out."

"Please put them on, Mr. Holmes," Katie begged. "We didn't think we'd find ones with your name on them, but then we did and it was like a sign! How many other Mycrofts are there?"

Mycroft reminded himself to send Anthea to the next meeting with the dullard from Canada, and reluctantly placed the ears on his head. Molly smiled and bit her lower lip, the older two children burst into cheers, and Lilly clapped her ketchup-covered hands.

"Right," Molly said. "Who wants to see Aladdin's Enchanted Passage?" The children hooted, the pathologist gently hoisted Lilly out of her booster seat, and the diplomat placed his hand on the small of Molly's back as they departed the café.

In a well-appointed London office, Anthea ate chocolate chip ice cream as she watched the CCTV footage of the Disneyland party. Dabbing the tears of mirth from her eyes, she noticed a text.

Satisfied? – M

Still chuckling, she tapped out a reply. Best birthday present you've ever given me, Mr. Holmes. – A