A/N: this will be short so that I can get on to the next one and catch the fuck up.
Molly washed her hands and turned around to the mixing bowl and poured in the flour. As she cut up some butter, a figure padded from the bedroom and into the kitchen. He rubbed his eyes before walking behind Molly and wrapping his arms around her waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder and smiled.
"Good morning," he said, his voice deeper than usual.
She smiled when he kissed her cheek. "Morning. I'm making a cake," she told him.
He shushed her and looked around. "Keep your voice down about c-a-k-e. Mycroft will hear and burst in and steal it."
"Don't be mean to your brother," Molly scolded before adding some butter. "No-one can resist the power of cake."
Sherlock nodded. "It's calling to me. I'll get changed and help you out."
Sherlock mixed the bowl while Molly poured the milk in.
"Put some chocolate in," Sherlock said as he dipped his finger into the mix.
Rolling her eyes, Molly swatted at his hand. "Don't eat that. And no chocolate. I'm going to put some butter on top and sprinkle a concussion of cinnamon and sugar over it."
"That sounds delicious."
"That's because it is," Molly replied before packing away some of the ingredients.
They sat on the couch eating the cake while watching a movie.
"This is so much better than it looks or sounds," Sherlock said as he took another mouthful.
Molly smirked and took another bite. "I know."