Five Years Later

Molly sat back, loving the new rocking chair at Baker Street Sherlock had gotten just for her off days. She leaned back, closing her eyes as she waited for Sherlock to get here. Mrs. Hudson was already making tea after checking in on her and Molly felt safe.

After all, this was the first place she came when she was 'released' and safe from the Serbian men that were after her almost 5 years ago. She thought back to the little room above Johns Clinic. About the three weeks and five days she spent there, alone, bored, with no way to know what Sherlock and John were actually doing to clean up the mess.

Sherlock had told her the good news after snogging her breathless for ten minutes. Then he brought her to Baker Street. And he had told her about what he had done, what Mycroft had actually done to help.

And then, somehow they ended up cuddling in bed for most of the afternoon. Only getting up when John stopped by with Rosie offering to take them both out to celebrate Molly's safety. Molly had cuddled Rosie close, kissing her and telling her how much she missed her.

She didn't see the change in Sherlock immediately. But within the next six months of their serious dating, somewhere along the line, he had decided exactly what he wanted.

He wanted marriage. And kids.

Which was how they ended up Mr. and Mrs. Holmes just two years after dating, producing twin boys 10 months after their wedding vows. Thaddeus William Sherlock Holmes, and John Gregory Mycroft Holmes. Both very big mouthfuls, and they were both big handfuls. Being almost three Sherlock was adamant on them being potty trained as soon as possible. And he had been trying his hardest when Thad took the time to start peeing while standing up like he had seen his daddy do. Sherlock, being the man, was forced to clean the bathroom every time one of them decided they could go to the loo while standing.

As Molly rubbed her hand over her C-section scar she was reminded that they were worth every scar and worry. She heard the downstairs door bang open, kids rushing and she smiled as she heard Rosie calling for her as well as her boys. She sat there, waiting for them to push open the door and come crashing into her legs.

And the three dad. Rosie getting to her first, telling her all about the day at the clinic, the boys mumbling along, some things making sense and others not so much and she nodded at everything before she felt the chair tipping back before seeing Sherlock leaning in for a kiss. He smiled wide and let her face back to talking with the kids.

He watched his wife talk with their sons, as Rosie went to John and sat on his lap. He despised the fact that his sons would always be mummy's boys, and he dreamed of having his own little princess like John does, but he waited two years to approach the subject with Molly. He could imagine Molly swollen with his child again. He loved it the first time. He didn't think he would. But he loved learning about the baby, how it developed, how they would be identical, how and why things happened. He loved feeling them move around Molly's huge stomach. Loved reading them books since it put Molly to sleep when she could barely get them to stop moving.

He loved holding them both in his arms. If he tried that now he wouldn't be able to walk up the flight of stairs without one of them wanting to do it on their own. He watched Molly, how she pulled Thad onto her lap and John sink down to the floor as he played with his new airplane. He dipped back into his memories. Thinking back over Molly's period and ovulation days and he paused as he thought about it. "John..." He called out and Watson looked up from his daughter at the precisely the same time his son looked up. "Watson..." He smiled at his son. "Can I ask you a favor." He stood this time, nodded to the kitchen, and John stood up, ruffling Rosie's hair and met his friend in the kitchen as he put on a kettle.

"What?"

"Can you take the boys for just an hour... I need to take Molly to the shops and pick something up." He didn't want to say what, he knew his friend would be overjoyed, even blurt out congratulations, but even Sherlock wasn't sure yet. She was a week late he knew, almost two, but he also knew that picking up a test would only help if they got the one with the most accuracy.

"Do you want me to just go pick it up? Is it a present for the boys?" John asked knowing that their birthday was coming up, and while he knew that Sherlock didn't like celebrating his own, he had gone all out for his sons.

"No... well, maybe. It's just something Molly and I need to do alone without them asking too many questions." He told his friend, knowing his vagueness would irritate him, and he could only guess how Molly was going to feel at his persistant of her going to the shop.

"Okay fine, but I want answers when I bring them back." John pointed his finger and Sherlock nodded, hoping he could relay good news.

Sherlock walked into the other room just as Mrs. Hudson came up with three teas and three juice pouches. "So sorry Mrs. Hudson, but I am stealing Molly away for just an hour. Boys, Uncle John is going to take you back to his place while me and mummy head to the shops." He pinched Johns cheek before he looked to his wife and she backed him up and she said that they were only getting things on a short list and it would go much faster with them being with John.

Eventually John took them before they took off, Molly asking what they needed to get and when they got to the pharmacy and he took her hand to find the right test. When Sherlock stopped and she looked over what they were here for, she paused hard and tried to think. "I'm a week late." She said and he nodded at her observation. "I didn't even think about it-"

"I didn't either. To be honest, I was thinking about asking you about trying for a little girl." He said grabbing the one he wanted before wrapping his arm around Molly's wait and tugging her into his side.

"A little girl?" She asked and he smiled and leaned in to kiss her temple before moving them both to the cashier.

"Someone to cling to me like the boys do to you. My own little version of Rosie." He told her and she cooed and she pulled his face down to her level and kissing him hard and as he made the kiss soften he paid for the test, they went out, hailed a cab back to Baker street and as they made their way up and she chugged three bottles of water, they had a cuddle on the couch.

"Why do you think the boys cling to me?" Molly asked him and he gave her a look before looking away. "Sherlock... tell me."

"Because they do. When you have them for the day they always come home and we have three minute conversations, I take them out and when we see you again they are chatter boxes that will never stop talking and asking you questions... I always thought that kids wouldn't like me... but I never through that I would be jealous of that." He told her and she cupped his face.

"Love... when they go out with me we never do things as fun as what you do with them. That's why they don't talk so much. They love what you do with them. All I do is take them to the zoo, or the library." She told him and ran a hand through his curls. "They get so excited to talk to me because I wasn't there of the best adventure with you three." She told him and he seemed to ponder that. She knew he hadn't thought of it that way.

"I guess that is a possibility."

"Why else would you want a baby girl?" She asked and he looked down at her and shrugged. "Yes you do, don't push it off." Molly demanded and he gulped.

"Because I've never done anything right by any woman in my life. My mother and I don't have the perfect relationship. Euros was nothing more than the nightmare of my childhood for years, you and I didn't have the best start. Irene Adler was a criminal I betrayed. I used Janine. Mary died taking a bullet for me." He listed and tried to look past the sadness hanging in Molly's eyes and she pulled his face down. "For once... I want to make sure that the only way my little girl sees me is perfect. Someone she looks up to, someone she loves."

"She would love you to bits. With my luck she would be daddy's princess and want to do exactly what you do." She pushed on his shoulder and then she jerked a bit. "Time to pee and find out the results." She pushed away from him, grabbing the stick and ducking to the bathroom. She peed, covered that end of the test, washed her hands, flushed the toilet, and just like she did with the twins test, left it on the counter and walked out to wait with him.

He was in his seat now, knee bouncing slightly and she walked to him, letting him pull her fully onto his lap before he heard the doorbell ring. "That would be a client." He told her and she looked at him wondering if he was going to take the case.

"What's going to happen?" She asked him and he leaned in and gave her a long kiss.

"I will tell them to comeback in three hours." He told her and she nodded before letting him up. He was gone all of a minute before he came back up. "How about Mary Euros Molly Holmes." He asked as he came back in and she gave him a confused look. "What? Thad has my name, he was the first born male, the first born female should be named after you." He told her and she just shook her head before the time was up.

"What happens if we aren't? Or if we are... it's another boy?" She asked him as he took off to get the test. When he came back to her, she was already at the door, and he kissed her deeply.

"Pregnant." He pulled away just enough to let her know before he hauled her against him, toes to nose and he walked her into his old bedroom, still set up in his old ways, less clothes, only a to go bag and a few dressing gowns. But then bed was regularly cleaned, and he couldn't help but strip her down, kissed over her flat stomach. "You will be a girl." He told their baby and she couldn't help but giggle.

"He or she isn't just going to listen to you." She told him as he shushed her with a harsh kiss and continued to make love to his wife.

It was indeed a surprise for their friends and family at the twins third birthday that they were having a child, and 7 and a half months later, Mary Euros Molly Holmes was born, and she defiantly was a daddy's girl for the first moment Sherlock held her. And she had him wrapped around her little finger.

Talking him into taking her to a crime scene almost every time she played sick. But Molly had been right, she was going to be just like her daddy when she was old enough to work out her personality.