A/N: Okay…waiting for my kindle to charge so I can do work…and I figured I'd try my hand at this prompt from Guest:

You're going to do a follow up to chapter 10, are you? ;) You should! :)

I wasn't planning on it, to be honest, but what the heck, I have time.

The Christmas to Remember…Sort Of Part 2

Mycroft and Molly walked back inside 10 minutes later. Mary walked up to Molly and gave her a hug. "Little bit of an odd way to find out, but Sherlock did practically announce my pregnancy on our wedding day, so don't feel too bad about it."

Molly laughed and returned the hug. "Yeah, well, just goes to show it's hard to hide something that could get Mycroft into trouble from Sherlock."

Mary whispered conspiratorially, "Don't go near John for a bit. When he realized what was going on he looked like he was going to be sick."

They both giggled. Mycroft walked into the living room and sank into the couch. "You had to open your mouth, didn't you, Sherlock?" he grumbled.

Sherlock just laughed. "Your fault for not telling the difference between a prank and an actual discovery."

Mycroft grumbled and let himself sink farther into the cushions. Molly came in and sat on Mycroft's lap. "Trying to disappear again, love?"

Mycroft lifted his head and said, "Well, I have a feeling the scolding has just begun. At least sitting like this I can be comfortable."

Molly pulled him up to a full sitting position by his tie. "Don't sulk, Myc. It doesn't look good on you."

He leant forward to kiss her. Sherlock gagged. Mycroft rolled his eyes. "Problem, Sherlock?"

"Yeah, you two. That is never meant to happen."

Molly turned to look at him and smiled. "Oh, so maybe you and I are a better pair?"

"What?" Mycroft and Sherlock said at the same time.

Molly turned to Mycroft looking him over and sending him a wink. "I guess you have a point, I mean, Mycroft is nice…and considerate…but I guess every once in a while nice and gentle doesn't cut it." She stood up and walked closer to Sherlock. "What about you? Are you exciting enough?"

Sherlock stood and backed up. "No…that's not what I meant…!"

Molly tilted her head to the side. "I think that is what you meant. What, worried Mycroft's going to get jealous?" She laughed, "Come on…I wasn't thinking about doing anything down here…"

Sherlock was backed up against a wall and shuddering. "M-Molly, come on, this isn't funny…"

Molly smiled and pinned him. She stood on her toes and whispered into his ear, "Neither is tricking Mycroft into revealing I'm pregnant. Now go."

Sherlock ran out of the room and Molly sat down next to Mycroft. He smirked and said, "You've learned a thing or two from me."

Molly leaned her head on his shoulder. "Manipulation skills and being fed up are never a good combination."

"True," Mycroft said, wrapping an arm around her waist, "But now we have something good coming out of this Christmas."

"I think Sherlock was getting us 'protection' as a Christmas present before he knew it was me. Suppose that's useless now."

Mycroft laughed. "We need more Christmas dinners like this one."

"But this one is terrible!"

"A good terrible, not a 'Sherlock is being Sherlock' terrible."

Molly smiled. "I understand that. Want me to try the act on John?"

"No, I think you've done enough with Sherlock…" Molly laughed. "No, seriously, I really don't think he's leaving his room until we leave."

"We're a double threat," Molly joked.

Mycroft kissed the top of her head. "I wouldn't want this any other way."

"You're not getting my slice of my special Christmas cake."

"It was worth a shot."

"No it wasn't."

"Shut up," Mycroft muttered half-heartedly.

"Gladly," Molly said, pulling him in for a deep kiss just as John walked in the room. He promptly rushed out to find a trash can.