A/N: Just about ready to wrap everything up, folks! Just 2-3 more chapters and an epilogue, and we'll be all done. ='( Hope you like the rest!

Matthew was looking out the window of Molly's car. She, Mycroft, and himself were driving through the countryside outside all civilization to get to a picnic spot that Mycroft knew and thought they might like. It had been a month since Mycroft was released from the hospital, and he was now trying to be a little more active without spurring on another heart attack. Matthew knew the real reason they were coming out here, though. It was a week and a half after Molly and Matthew had visited Mycroft and Mycroft asked Matthew's permission to marry Molly when he was ready. Matthew and Mycroft were alone in the room once again, this time with Mycroft's laptop, scrolling through pictures of engagement rings and photo shopping the ones they liked into the perfect one for Molly. It wound up being a fairly simple golden ring, with a little twist near the diamond. They had it ordered and had worked to pull everything together. Now all that had to happen was for Molly to say yes.

Matthew kept looking out the window, but saw Mycroft give him a look in the side mirror. Matthew nodded. He was ready, but he wouldn't say a word. Mycroft smiled at him and pulled to the side of the road. "It's a bit of a hike to the spot, but if no one minds, it shouldn't be more than 15 minutes."

Molly looked back at Matthew, and he shrugged. They all got out and started walking. They walked over a small hill to reach a larger one with nothing but the country and the road for quite a ways out. Molly looked around at the view and couldn't help but smile a little bit-it felt really nice being alone with the two boys she loved the most in the world. Mycroft set down the picnic basket and they all sat down. The lunch itself was on the small side, with a sandwich for each of them, and then a bunch of miscellaneous snacks and then 3 giant chocolate chip cookies. Matthew got chocolate all over his face, and proceeded to try to lick it all off, Mycroft continuously saying, "You missed a spot," and poking him hard in the face wherever the chocolate was.

Molly watched all of this smiling. She was worried about how Matthew and Mycroft would get along after everything, and if either of them decided they wouldn't try to make up. But they seemed to click, thankfully. And Mycroft said to her on more than one occasion that he considered Matthew like a son he never had. She continued to watch them as Mycroft pulled a football out of the basket and they started to kick it around as it rolled down the hill. She couldn't hear the conversation that they had at the bottom when they caught up to the rouge sports equipment.

"I think it's time, do you?" Mycroft asked nervously.

Matthew looked up at Molly watching them. "Yeah. She's seemed really happy. Not just today, either. I think she really loves you."

Mycroft looked down at Matthew and smiled. "I hope so. That last thing I want is to ask and have her say no."

"Well, it's just a word, isn't it?"

"Yeah, just a word. But a word that says so many things beyond, no, I don't want to marry you. It's saying that you're not the one she wants to spend the rest of your life with when she says that," Mycroft had a far off look in his eyes before snapping back into the present. "But, with luck, she will say yes, and I won't have to deal with what happens if she says no."

"What happens?" Matthew asked, curious.

"Usually an awkward period before we start going our own way or continue dating, during which I tend to stay home and watch reruns of Doctor Who while contemplating how I go about continuing to know the person."

"This has happened before for you?"

Mycroft nodded. "Once."

"And she said…no?"

Mycroft nodded. "Then she said yes. Then…unfortunately…she died."

Matthew looked petrified. "That's not going to happen if Mum says yes, will it?!"

Mycroft looked down at Matthew and shook his head. "No, I don't think I'm cursed or anything like that. If I were, I'd stay away from your mum. I don't want her to get hurt."

Matthew nodded, fear replaced with determination. "Then go! Propose to her! It's obvious she'll say yes!"

Mycroft blinked. "It…it is?"

Matthew nodded. "Well, yeah. I think she's been wondering if you ever would!" He started to push Mycroft up the hill. "Do it! Before she decides you won't and she starts to move on! Go go go!"

"Matthew, that doesn't happen in 5 minutes."

"No, but it can happen in a few weeks, which is how long she's been extra happy! Move it!"

Mycroft laughed and started to walk up the hill while Matthew grabbed the soccer ball and started running up the hill after him. Molly smiled when they reached the top. "Are you okay, Mycroft?"

Mycroft nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just…Matthew can run."

Molly laughed. "Well, if you wanted to know that, I would've happily told you! Are you saying you're ready to go?"

Matthew came up the hill and put the ball away, pulling out a ring box from the picnic basket without Molly noticing. "Not exactly," Mycroft said. "Matthew?"

Matthew came over with the ring box and handed it to Mycroft. "There's one last thing I want to do." He got down on one knee and opened the box. "Molly Hooper, will you please-"

He didn't get to finish the question. Molly hugged him so tight he was worried his rib cage might crack. "Yes! Oh my…! Yes!"

Matthew looked at them, smiling. Then, when it looked like Molly might hug Mycroft forever, he said, "Mum, Mycroft looks like he might turn blue soon, you might want to let him go."

Molly instantly took a step back concerned as Mycroft took a big gulp of air and started to cough. He took a few steadying breaths and smiled up at her. "-Marry me?"

Molly nodded and gave him another hug, careful to let him breathe this time. Matthew came up next to them and tried to decide what to do. To the best of his knowledge, a lot of the time there wasn't a third person in the group that had the proposal. He started clapping awkwardly and Molly laughed. Letting Mycroft go and finally letting him stand up she turned to Matthew asking, "Feeling like a bit of a third wheel, honey?"

Matthew nodded. Mycroft rolled his eyes. "Well, that could be because a proposal is designed for two people, not three."

Molly whacked him. "Don't be mean to him, when we get married he's going to be your son too."

"Exactly. So I'm treating him like I'd treat my own son."

"Shut up," Molly said, ready to laugh again.

Mycroft slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her. "Fine. But I do have one question first."

Molly looked at him sternly. "One question."

Mycroft turned to Matthew. "Do you want to be the best man and make a speech, or do you want to be the one I'll trust the rings with before the whole thing starts?"

Matthew instantly said, "I'll keep the rings. I have a new secret place where I keep everything safe that you'll never figure out!"

"Under the pillow?" Mycroft asked.

Molly whacked him. "You! One question! That does not mean one and then a follow-up!"

Matthew laughed. Molly whacked him too. "I'm going to be babysitting both of you soon enough," she muttered. But she was smiling as she said it.