Happiness wasn't a feeling that was uncommon for Molly to feel, it was often the first emotion people thought of when her name as mentioned. Except it had never felt quite this… light before. Never this pure of a feeling, there was usually an edge of something else to it, worry or a touch of sadness but when she woke up early that Monday morning, happiness was the only emotion she could bring herself to feel.
She felt like she was floating on air as she leisurely got ready for the day, putting on a pretty floral top she had bought while out with Mary. It seemed that the kiss had given her some of Mycroft's ever-present confidence and she liked it. She breezed into work that morning with a smile on her face that stayed there most of the day aside from when she was performing an autopsy (that would be disrespectful.)
It seemed that Sherlock had finally had a case to keep him out from under her feet and Molly relished the quiet, able to fully concentrate for once without his remarks. Either that or spending the entire weekend either with her or at her place had given him quite enough of her company for now. She knew he disliked it when he was stationary for too long and didn't take offense but she wondered how he must act when he visited his parents, surely he couldn't cope being cooped up for that long but from what Mycroft had said, they had been there the previous Christmas and had obviously stayed at least for a while.
Toby greeted his mistress enthusiastically when she walked in her front door that evening, rubbing against her legs and mewling loudly. Molly bent to pick him up into her arms and he snuggled his head into her chest, leaving a mass of hairs behind.
He stayed close to her that night, following her almost everywhere and continued in this pattern for another three days. It occurred to Molly that he might be jealous, smelling Mycroft all over her after having her to himself for so long. He was sure to give him lots of treats and belly rubs which seemed to make him happier so by Thursday evening when she returned from work he barely sniffed her before going to look in his bowl to make sure she gave him is evening food. That evening when Mary called her asking if she wanted to stay over that Friday night since John had to go to a conference Molly agreed readily and told her that she would bring her things to work so that she could go straight home with her. Better now than later as she always thought, Mary laughed realising this was probably where Molly's obsession with being ready and making lists came from. As soon as she hung up the phone Molly went to pack her bag making sure she had everything she could possibly need for her night at the Watson's. Returning to the living room she sat on the sofa and reflexively checked her phone for texts, she almost missed the alert that was onscreen not expecting to hear from anyone that night apart from Mary to make some more plans about the following night. Opening the text she saw it was from Mycroft and couldn't restrain the smile that crept onto her face at seeing his name on her phone. She read: 'I see that you have arranged a little sleepover with Mary Watson tomorrow night, might I make a date with you for this Saturday? There's something I'd like to show you that I think you may like. MH' Rolling her eyes at the term sleepover Molly tapped her reply back 'Don't say sleepover it makes me feel like a little girl again, yes that should be fine for Saturday night I don't have any plans. I am however intrigued by what this is you want to show me. Molly' The reply came back within ten minutes, probably in a break from the work that he would no doubt be doing late into the night, she didn't know how he got enough rest with how busy he seemed. 'I apologise; you'll just have to wait until then won't you? Just wear something casual it isn't anything too extravagant. I'll get you at six. MH' Molly wrote the plans in her diary before bed that night and went to sleep excited for her weekend. The next day seemed to crawl at a snails pace since Molly was looking forward to staying over at Mary's but she allowed herself to get drawn into her work and soon the time seemed to fly by like it usually did. She met Mary in the hospital entrance at half past five that evening before following her to the car to be driven home.
"Thanks for staying Molls, I just don't like being in the house on my own at night, it makes me nervous since I can't do much with the little one tucked up in there in case something happened god forbid." Mary gestured as she drove out of the hospital car park, scanning her parking pass so the bar would lift for them to leave.
"It's fine, we haven't done this in a long time so I'm quite looking forward to it." Molly smiled widely
"Well that's good because I have plans for us, since we're doing this we may as well do this properly so I have facemasks and chocolate and chick flicks and the number of a take away on speed dial ready. I never really had sleepovers as a child so I want to make up for it." Mary grinned back at Molly, glancing her way "I've barely seen you this week anyway so we should have a catch up."
"As much as I protest at the word sleepover being used between two grown women I do approve of your plans massively. I haven't indulged in all that girly stuff in a long time, my box sets have taken over my life a bit and you know how little attention I pay my skin before whining that my makeup won't go on right." Molly laughed at herself as Mary pulled up outside her house.
"Too right I do, it's always me who hears it and gives the same advice over and over again." Mary smirked as she got out of the car locking it behind them and walked up the front path of her house, bags in hand.
"I know I'm a pain sometimes but you have to cope with it, you're my best friend. It's not like I can ask Mike Stamford how to cleanse my face properly over the slab one day is it?" Moly followed Mary inside and set her things down in the living room by the radiator.
"That's true I'll admit but trust me you will have a religious routine within five years." Mary put her handbag down the side of the sofa and turned to face her friend, hands on hips. "Right it might be early but I don't care, pyjamas are going on now and we are making a bed on the sofa." Molly mockingly saluted Mary before bending to pull her pyjamas from her bag and heading to the bathroom to get changed. By the time she had returned Mary was also in her pyjamas and was throwing pillows and a duvet on the pull out sofa bed. She looked up hearing Molly unzip her bag to put her clothes in it.
"Good, sit on the bed, we're ordering takeaway." Mary threw the pamphlet from an Italian on the bed and threw herself on the duvet beside Molly "Okay pregnant woman needs lots of calories so your sharing them with me so I don't feel guilty." Mary opened the pamphlet and scanned the menu.
"Fair enough, you know I won't say no to an Italian." Molly shrugged leaning back against the pillows.
"I'm getting a twelve inch margherita pizza for us, a tomato garlic bread and a large fries. Excessive but necessary." Mary grabbed the phone and called the takeaway before waiting for Molly's response. Putting the phone down Mary turned grinning at Molly "It'll be twenty minutes so just enough time to put our first film on." Molly stood to close the curtains as Mary fiddles with the DVD player and inserted their first film.
"What are we watching then? Molly asked as she slipped under the duvet.
"Dirty Dancing first." Mary settled back with the remote in hand
"I used to have such a massive crush on Patrick Swayze when I was a teenager, I must have watched this film at least twice a week to get my fix." giggled Molly as the opening credits began to roll.
"I bet you did, when you fall you fall hard." Mary snorted with laughter.
"Well you know me, there was just something about those hands, oh and the twirling hips that called to me." sighed Molly at the thought of her teenage self.
"Large hands with long fingers and slim hips? That doesn't remind me of anyone at all, oh wait yes it does and you are seeing him. You have a serious fetish for those two things." Mary ripped open a bag of chocolates before tossing two into her mouth and thrusting the bag towards a blushing Molly "Screw the dessert after dinner rule, my lunch was some of that 'healthy' crap the canteen serves, I could have eaten better if I was serve with Toby' cat food I swear. It was disgusting." Molly nodded silently as she was drawn into the movie, accepting some chocolate.
Ten minutes later as Baby said her "I carried a watermelon" line the doorbell rang as the food arrived. Mary shot up with a twenty in her hand and practically dashed to the door for the food. She returned less than a minute later grinning at the delicious smells coming from the boxes in her hands. Wriggling back under the covers the two women dived into the food, groaning at how good it tasted. It took surprisingly little time for all of the food to be eaten with how much they had bought but like Mary said, if they were going to be excessive they might as well go the whole hog and eat it greedily too. Mary wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and spoke as she licked the tomato sauce from it.
"So have you heard from Mycroft this week, I haven't had time to ask since we've been so busy."
"Yeah actually I saw him on Sunday night and we're going out tomorrow night too." Molly smiled brightly. Mary's mouth hung open.
"Oh my god you're falling, you're already falling for him! Oh this is so exciting." Mary squealed tossing a pizza box on the floor so she could scoot closer to Molly, getting into her personal space.
"I am not I'm just… oh screw it you're right. I never expected this when we first had coffee though and it seems far too fast." Molly chewed her lip slightly, stopping as Mary gently pulled it from between her teeth with her thumb.
"Can't you just accept it and enjoy it? It didn't take me long to fall for John and look at us now, Zuri is on the way and we're so happy together. I never expected this either when I first met him but it's worked out all right for us. You shouldn't second guess yourself, just forget logic for now and consider your emotions." Mary wrapped a motherly arm around Molly's shoulders "Plus I haven't a clue who to make godfather so if you stay together then he can have that role. I don't trust Sherlock to not experiment on her but Mycroft? He seems more sensible at least."
"I suppose so, I should just let it play out shouldn't I? I'm sure he'd be glad to be her godfather, he asks after you both when I see him." Molly leant her head against Mary's shoulder for a moment before sitting up and focusing on the film again, now near the end when Johnny had been ordered to leave the resort.
"Hey I have a question, never mind the film," Mary caught Molly's gaze, grinning hintingly "have you had a smooch yet?" Mary cackled with laughter as Molly started hitting her lightly with a pillow, red-faced.
A/N: Okay guys this was kinda hard to write after having a break when I was back at college, I didn't have the best couple of days and it got me down but I will try to update again tomorrow. If anyone wants to get in touch with me more directly or look up my blog I will try to put a link to my Tumblr on my profile so feel free to ask me anything or send me a direct message, I love being connected to you all, you're all such lovely encouraging people. I hope you enjoyed this because it took a hell of a lot of effort until I was drawn into it.