A/N: Hey,

I know, I got really slack and let it go. But, I've been working on it. I've only written one or two more. I'm going to post what I have tomorrow (hopefully the rest) but I don't think part 30 will be ready tomorrow. I need to do some research and actually figure out how I can write this (spoiler: it's 'getting married'). I'm currently finishing day 22 before finishing 25 and 27. I haven't done 23 or 24 yet. I do, however, have a big plan for the rest of it and I know what's going to happen and bits and pieces.

I want to say one final thing before you read this. Day 25 is going to be intense and a huge plot twist. Enjoy the next few chapters before then.

Anyway, enjoy!

x

Molly and Sherlock always hung out on their birthdays. They disguised him and had lunch, went to a park, saw a movie, something. As long as they were together.

There was one day of the year that Sherlock had the misfortune of being unable to celebrate. On John's birthday, he'd walk around London, trying to get a glimpse at his friend. Last year, John had sat at home alone. He didn't have anything to do or anyone to see. At least, that's what Sherlock had told Molly.

She was sure that Sherlock stalked John. Of course he kept tabs on his blogger and made sure he was around good people. Molly knew what the Holmes' were like.

Taking refuge in her house, Sherlock had woken early and was getting ready for heading out. Molly wasn't sure what his plans were, but she had some better ones.

She walked out of the bedroom, rubbing her eyes. "Going somewhere?"

"I'm going out for a few hours," Sherlock told her, gelling back his blonde hair in the mirror above the mantel. "I have plans."

"Cool story, sweetie. Needs more dragons," she said before walking over and wrapping her arms around his waist.

He continued smoothing his hair and rolled his eyes. "You seem to have a better plan."

"Indeed I do," Molly said before kissing his cheek. "We're going out. Do your makeup. You're my fiancé William and we have a date."

Sherlock grumbled before retreating to the bathroom. "You're lucky I love you."

"Back at ya!"

Sherlock and Molly made their way to John's current home a.k.a. Mary Morstan's flat. The detective frowned at his fiancee as they walked in. Mary walked over to them and beamed.

"Molly, William! I'm so glad you two could make it!" she exclaimed as she pulled them in for hugs.

"Thank you for inviting us! We were thrilled to get the invitation," Molly said, smiling at Sherlock. "Does he suspect?"

Mary scoffed. "Of course not! I'm amazing and I can plan and organise secretly. He has no clue."

The women laughed. "I'm not surprised. You should've seen it when he and Sherlock turned up to the morgue. He always seemed one step behind."

"He seemed like a smart guy. I mean, I only met him once, but he seemed smart," Sherlock said.

"Well, he is a doctor," Mary said before looking at Molly. "He is smart, but he can be outsmarted."

There was a silence before Mrs Hudson and Lestrade walked out from the kitchen.

"Hi Molly, and it's, uh… Tim?" Lestrade said as he walked over to the newcomers.

Sherlock held out his hand. "William. You're Greg, right?"

"Yes. Great to see you again," Lestrade said as he shook his hand.

Everyone was hidden behind furniture when the door knob started to jiggle. Molly peeped over the couch arm at the door, waiting for John to walk in. She heard a large sigh from the other side and the door opened bit by bit. He stood in the doorway, staring at his feet. Molly watched as John looked up and plastered on a smile.

"Mary? You home?" he called out before turning on the light.

The group jumped up from where they hid and yelled, "Surprise!" making John jump. He looked around at the group and his face lit up.

"Wow! Hi!" He gaped at everyone, absolutely flustered.

Mary walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Happy Birthday," she said before kissing him.

As everyone grabbed their presents, Mrs Hudson went to the kitchen and reappeared moments later with platters of food. Everyone wished John a happy Birthday and Lestrade put some music on.

Molly and Sherlock stood to the side as everyone talked to John. She looked at her fiancé and smiled.

"You glad I changed your plans?"

Looking over at Molly, Sherlock frowned. "You don't know what my other plans were."

"I know this, though," Molly said, glancing over at John. "You get to be at John's birthday party. You can see him, talk to him, you know, be around him."

She reached down and took his hand, watching as he looked over at John.

"Yeah." He cleared his throat and nodded. "Yes." He squeezed her hand and gave her a small smile. "Thank you. You're wonderful."

Molly shrugged and kissed his cheek. "I've got your back, Jack."