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A/N: English is not my first language and this chapter was not beta'd.
The sun was surprisingly warm and not too hot. Her legs were resting in the pool and a waiter handed her her cocktail.
"Thank you" she said, smiling.
"My pleasure, Mrs. Holmes" he said, turning around. Molly smiled and drank her cocktail.
They were in New Zealand, Auckland, to be more precise. Molly almost fainted when Sherlock woke her on the air plane to show her where they were landing. He managed to rent a villa near the beach and Molly had spent two entire days doing nothing. Sherlock rarely joined her when she was at the pool or at the beach, he really didn't like those activities. He often disappeared and reappeared for dinner. He never left during the night.
"Is there anything you need?" Sherlock asked, kissing her neck.
"What else could I need? I even have people who bring me cocktails, I never thought I would have such things" she said. He smiled and she noticed that he was wearing his suit. "Where are you going?".
"My mother told me there are some old family friends here, I need to give them something, I'll be right back" he said, buttoning his shirt.
"Would you like me to come with you?" she asked.
"Oh, no, I'm going to save you the pain, they're quite boring and old. Enjoy the sun" he replied and disappeared. Molly twisted her mouth, not sure why. She shrugged and decided not to worry. She put the glass beside her and jumped into the pool. She swam back and forth and when she reached her cocktail, she found it refilled.
The pool soon lost all its charm and she got bored. She thought getting bored with Sherlock's old friends would have been better. She missed her work, she missed London. She would be enjoying the whole honeymoon better if she actually had her husband with her.
Molly sat on the bed and took her phone. She hadn't phoned someone since they got there. She dialled Mary's number and waited for her friend to pick up.
"Molly! Finally, we were getting worried" Mary said and Molly laughed. "How are you two doing? Lost in your own world, eh?".
"Well, I'm fine, I guess Sherlock's too" she replied and heard John ask Mary what was wrong. She probably was making some serious face.
"Oh, God, please tell me he didn't change his mind and left you" Mary said and suddenly Molly realized she was on speaker-phone.
"Of course he hasn't! He didn't run away, did he, Molly?" John asked.
"No, no, he usually comes home for dinner so I guess he didn't change his mind" she replied.
"So, he's not there with you?" John asked.
"Nope".
"God, I'm going to kill him". Molly laughed. She loved her friends.
"Guys, don't worry, it's fine, I know who I married, I didn't expect him to stay with me 24/7. It's fine, I just wanted to hear from you" she said. She was being honest.
"Well, this is not going to stop me from killing him when you get back" John said.
"You're not going to kill him" Mary answered back.
"I am" John replied.
"No you won't" Mary said and Molly laughed, hugging her pillow. She listened to her friends quarrelling for a while and when she hung up the phone, she fell asleep.
Sherlock came back just before dinner. He knew he had spent too many hours out and thought he would find an angry Molly waiting for him. As soon as he reached the bedroom, he smiled. Molly was still asleep and Sherlock smiled at the sight but then felt a bit guilty. He had to spend more time with her. He sat next to her and she stretched.
"You're back" she almost whispered, her eyes still sleepy.
"Yes. Forgive me, they wouldn't let go of me, especially since they found out I'm married now" he replied caressing her face. Molly smiled.
"It's okay" she said. She caressed his face and noticed something red on his collar. She quickly looked away, not wanting him to deduce what she was doing. She smiled. "I'm quite hungry, though".
"Where would you like to have dinner tonight?" Sherlock asked and Molly's smile grew wider. They always had dinner in different places. The first night they had dinner on their bed, refusing to separate from each other. The second night they had dinner on the rooftop and the night after they ate at the beach.
"I have something in mind" she said, hiding her face in the pillow, laughing at her own idea.
Thirty minutes later, she was eating dinner on an air mattress in the middle of the pool.
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Sherlock asked. He was eating his dinner on a table near the pool.
"Oh, yes! I'm not going to have the chance to do this often, I have to take advantage of this now!" she said happily.
"I could arrange something like this more often, if that's what you'd like" Sherlock said. Molly knew he could.
"No, please, I want an ordinary life" she said and realized what had just come out from her mouth. "I mean, ordinary with you. Not that you're ordinary, you're not, I just...you know, your kind of ordinary...uhm...".
"I got it, Molly" he replied.
"Good" she said, sighing, eating a strawberry. She reached the border and left her plate there and then went back to the centre of the swimming pool. She tested the water and smirked.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock asked. Molly laughed and fell into the water. Sherlock jumped up, scared.
"Are you mad?" he asked when she emerged. "Did you forget all you've learned at school? You could get an indigestion!".
"Stop it, I'm the doctor here. Digestion doesn't start immediately, I have about thirty minutes before it starts and warm water doesn't cause indigestion and this water's temperature is around 23°C, so I'm going to be fine" she replied and Sherlock looked at her with sincere surprise.
"How does it feel, when it's someone else who knows everything?" she asked.
"Mmh, usually bad, but not when it's you" he replied. She reached out for his hand.
"Join me" she said. Sherlock blinked.
"What?".
"Join me! It's warm, it's fun, it's...nice".
"Nicely romantic?".
"If you want to put it that way, then yes. Please".
Sherlock smiled and kicked off his shoes. He removed his belt and when he unbuttoned his shirt, Molly hid her mouth under the water, giggling. He kept his shirt and he knew that just unbuttoning it turned her on. He jumped in the swimming pool and when he emerged, he shook his head, shaking his wet curls.
"Something's telling me you're enjoying this too" she said. He reached her and took her by the waist. She wrapped her legs around him and her arms rested on his shoulders.
"I enjoy everything with you" he replied, kissing her deeply. She returned the kiss, her hands now getting lost in his hair. They both hit the border and Sherlock proceeded to remove her clothes.
"Wait...the waiters...aren't they...around?" she asked, breathing heavily.
"They leave after we get dinner and they come back in the morning, we're alone" he said, kissing her neck. Molly moaned and smiled, ripping his clothes off.
The next morning, Molly woke up in Sherlock's arms. For a brief moment she had forgotten where she was but last night hit her mind and she smiled.
"Looks like someone's finally awake" he said. Molly turned around and kissed him.
"Mmh, hi. What time is it?" she asked, looking out of the window. The sun was already high in the sky.
"Actually, it's almost lunch time" he replied. Molly's eyes widened.
"Lunch time? You could've woken me up earlier" she said.
"You were sleeping so peacefully, it seemed a crime to interrupt your sleep" he replied.
"Oh, we don't want people to investigate the world's only consulting detective for committing such a crime!" she joked.
"No, we don't" he replied. "Besides, I was quite tired myself, I woke up just two hours ago. I must say, last night tired me". Molly smirked.
"We should do it more often, then, if that's a way to get you to sleep for more than three hours" she said.
"I completely agree with you" he replied. They got up and after a long shower, they had lunch, in the lunch room this time. Molly tried to convince Sherlock to take her to the beach for a walk but he insisted she should go and enjoy the beach, he preferred quietness. Molly refused to go for a walk alone and stayed with him. Right after their little domestic argument, one of the waiters announced that they had some visitors.
"Visitors?" Sherlock asked, annoyed.
"Yes, an old woman and man. They introduced themselves as the Windsor" the waiter said and Molly froze.
"Windsor? Windsor?!" she asked, looking at Sherlock. He sighed.
"My mother's sister and her husband" he replied, still annoyed.
"Are you in any way related to those Windsor?" Molly asked.
"Which Windsor?" Sherlock asked, confused.
"Which Windsor? Where do you live?" she asked. "The Royal Family!".
"Oh, those Windsor. No, anyway, I'm not related to the Royal Family, even if when my aunt met her my uncle, she believed he was and that's part of why she fell in love with him" he replied.
"Sherly! Sherly! Oh, where's my boy?" a woman's voice said. Molly had to hold her laugh back.
"Sherly?" she asked with a whisper. Sherlock groaned.
"My aunt loved to give nicknames. She still does" he replied.
"What's Mycroft's nickname?".
"Mycry". Molly burst out laughing but she quickly recomposed when the elderly couple entered the room.
"My lovely nephew!" the woman said, throwing her arms around Sherlock. He genuinely returned the hug, even if he was trying to hide his annoyance. "Violet told me you were here and I couldn't resist, I had to see you!".
"It's good to see you, aunt Valerie" he said. His uncle shook his hand warmly, giving him a true smile. "Uncle Simon, you're doing well".
"I am. And so are you, I see" he replied. Valerie landed her eyes on Molly, who was smiling happily.
"Uncle, aunt, may I present you my wife, Molly Holmes" Sherlock said, introducing them. Valerie shook her hand repeatedly.
"It's so good to meet you, Molly" she said.
"My pleasure. It's always nice to meet members of Sherlock's family" she replied and she quickly noted to herself to ask Sherlock why they weren't at their wedding.
Sherlock tried to get rid of them, nicely, but they didn't leave. They stayed for dinner and for once, they went to a restaurant near the beach.
When their plates arrived, Sherlock noticed that Molly's plate had nuts for decoration.
"You can't eat those" he quickly said, taking them and putting them in his plate. His aunt looked at him weirdly. Sherlock noticed it.
"She can't eat them" he said and Valerie nodded. Molly was allergic to nuts and Sherlock thought that his sentence made that clear. It wasn't clear for his aunt.
When Valerie suggested a toast for the newly weds, Sherlock ordered champagne. Five minutes later the waiter handed them four glass full of champagne and after the toast, Valerie noticed how Molly drank little of her champagne.
"Don't you like champagne, dear?" Valerie asked.
"Oh, yes I do, I just don't want to drink too much, that's all" Molly replied. She was never one fond of alcohol.
"Oh, I see" Valerie said, smirking. After dinner, they walked back to the house and Sherlock called a cab for them.
"It's been a lovely day, thank you for having us" Simon said. Molly liked him, he smelled of cuteness.
"It was our pleasure" she replied, kissing him. Valerie greeted them but couldn't stop smiling.
"Is something wrong, aunt?" Sherlock asked and his aunt suddenly let out a big, happy shout.
"Oh, God, sorry, I can't hold this anymore, congratulations!" she cried, hugging them.
"I thought we already did a toast?" Sherlock said, quite confused. He never fully understood his aunt. Not really.
"Yes, for your wedding, not for your baby!" she said.
"Baby?" Molly asked and Simon patted her back.
"Oh, don't deny it, you're pregnant! You know, observing is a family thing. You drank so little champagne at dinner and Sherlock worrying about your food confirmed my deductions!" Valerie said.
"Actually, we-" Molly tried to say but Valerie was over the moon and didn't let her finish. She excused herself and quickly left, Simon joining her and congratulating again to the couple. As soon as the door closed, Molly's laugh filled the room. Sherlock looked at her, confused and worried.
"Why are you laughing?" he asked.
"Your aunt is...strange. And funny, she's so...I don't know, odd" she replied with a laugh.
"This is serious Molly, please" he said. He was clearly disturbed by something and Molly understood what was bothering him.
"I know. It's fine, Sherlock. I was ready for this. It's normal for people to assume that I might be pregnant and even if it's something I'd love to happen, I know it's not going to happen and I've accepted it". She took his hands and squeezed them. "It's fine, for me".
"It's not for me!" Sherlock almost shouted. He didn't mean to be angry, he was just frustrated. "It's not okay for people to remind you what you can't have. I know it makes you unhappy and I hate it when you're sad".
"You have to deal with it, Sherlock. People are always going to ask about children, it's normal, it's part of marriage".
"I don't like this part. It's not fair for you".
"I don't care. I'm happy, Sherlock. I'm happy with you". He kissed her and she smiled between his lips.
"I love you".
"And I you". After a long pause, Molly spoke again.
"Why didn't you invite them to our wedding?".
"They live here in New Zealand and I really didn't want my aunt to mess up everything. She always breaks and messes up something. I wanted our wedding to be a quiet ceremony".
"Fair enough".
I love new characters and aunt Valerie was fun to write!
Thank you for reading and I hope to see you in the next chapter too! lots and lots and lots and lots of love :D
à bientôt!