Wearing Kigurumis
Molly opened the door of the flat, balancing the groceries in one hand. It had been raining since early morning, one of those days that all you want is to stay home underneath the blankets and watch TV. Unfortunately, she had had to work, and she needed to buy food as well, so she left the house in the morning, and passed by the grocery store before returning home.
She walked up the stairs and stopped as she entered the living room.
Sherlock was sitting on the floor, dozing off and snoring lightly, with Joan spread against him, mouth slightly open and sleeping as well. They had covered the floor with pillows and blankets and built some sort of fort around them with a sheet. It was hung to the ceiling, and covered the back of the sofa, falling like the curtains of a four poster bed on each side of it. The book Sherlock had been reading to their daughter was fallen on top of his lap, but what surprised Molly the most was the costume he and Joan were wearing. Kigurumis; Sherlock's a dark brown colour with short pointy ears, and Joan's red with ears that fell to the side. They both looked adorable.
Molly turned on the light and Sherlock moved in his sleep. He turned his head to her, waking up immediately.
"Hey," he smiled, sleepy eyes, and then looked at Joan leaning against him in a strange position, and adjusted her.
"Did you two have a party while I was working?" Molly asked, placing the groceries on top of the kitchen table and then walking towards him.
Sherlock took a deep breath and answered to Molly's kiss, patting with one hand a pillow placed on the floor, an invitation for Molly to sit down, "Yes, we watched a movie, then started reading a story together. She fell asleep before I finished it, and I ended up falling asleep as well."
"And what is this?" Molly asked, grabbing the fabric of Sherlock's kurigami between her fingers, "You did not have this. Nor her."
"Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock explained, "She went shopping and apparently this seemed to her the perfect outfit for us."
Molly laughed silently, to avoid waking Joan.
"There's one for you, too," Sherlock said, retrieving a small bag from over the sofa, "I promised Joan you'd put it on when you got home."
"Oh, did you?" she asked, "This way we all match."
She got up and tried it on. Hers was blue, the big ears similar to those on Joan's outfit.
"How do I look?"
"Adorable."
She sat down again, and leaned on Sherlock's shoulder, Joan still sleeping between the two of them.
"Maybe we should order pizza for dinner tonight," Molly suggested, Sherlock's arm placed over her shoulders, pulling her close.
"I think Joan will like that very much."
Molly sighed, warmed by the peaceful way her daughter was sleeping next to her, and the reassuring touch of Sherlock's hand.
If someone asked her if this was the life she had ever wished for herself, she would answer negatively. This was so much better than she had dared to dream.