John calls Sherlock a freak Part 2

It has been a month of Sherlock avoiding any contact with John, and he was now a happily married man. Back from there three week honeymoon he was finishing up with moving his stuff into a new place for he and Molly to live.

However he was at 221 B with a case of a clothes pathologist. He had gotten back into using sex as a drug, in his early days at Uni that's what he used to clear his mind. And then one girl got him high once and it lasted way longer then any sexual contact ever had.

However he was now remembering that he would be able to have a clear mind whenever he wanted as long as Molly was near by.

"Molly?" He called her name and she called her pen and looked over at him.

"Yes Shezza?" He scowled at the name but made his way towards her again. "Billy says it so nicely I think it will catch on with me and Lestrade." She giggles and squealed when he made an attempt to get her in the corner of the kitchen.

"Molly you have to stop giving that man new ways to annoy me." He told her and she giggled and he grabbed he belt loop and tugged her laughing form back into his chest.

"And what are you going to do if I don't Shezza?" She laughed again as he grunted and move in to give her a kiss.

One he knew she would melt into and when she did, he pulled away quick and smirked. "You tell Lestrade anything about nicknames and no sex for a week." He told her and she pouted.

"Fine... can I still call you that?" She asked with a smile and he shook his head and leaned back in to kiss her again. They heard a chirp of the doorbell but he had been expecting Billy back so he kept and kissing Molly.

"Sherlock!" Mrs.Hudsons voice carried and he pulled away.

"Let him up. He's expected!" He called back and moved to get Molly seated on the couch, but she giggled and brought him down with her and he obliged knowing that his only case would be to see how long it took Billy to load the car and get going again.

Footsteps coming up the stairs made him pull away from Molly, sending her a wink and getting up since he would help Billy with the boxes to go even faster.

"There are the last of the kitchen stuff here I will take down and then you can take the few boxes of book-" Sherlock turned with a box and saw John standing there, Rosie on the floor looking up at him with a smile and waving.

"Molly, you have a visitor." He called to his wife and moved around, going past her and then down the stairs before realizing that he had nowhere to put the box he had just carried down.

He set it in the last step and moved to open the door. He stood outside for just a few minutes before Billy pulled up and he repeated what he had said before as they both now walked up the stairs.

"Sherlock?" Molly calmed our and he hummed as an answer and she made her approach soft, he turned to see Rosie in her arms and she automatically reached for him.

"Yes?" He rubbed over Rosie's cheek and met her eye quickly before noticing John watching them.

"He just wants to talk and apologize." She told him and he nodded and shrugged. "Sherlock, don't do it for me, or yourself. Do it for the little girl who is begging to be held by her favorite person." Molly told him and they both shifted their eyes back to Rosie who made a whimpering sound as she reached for Sherlock again.

"Fine." He leaned down and kissed Rosie's head before skimming Molly's lips and she narrowed her eyes as he moves around her quickly.

"What?" John has the same look he had before he he saw Janine in his shirt.

"I'm sure Molly told you that she's my wife by now." He snapped and made a show of his ring on his hand and John looked ready to faint.

"I didn't tell him Sherlock." Molly whispered behind him and he looked back at her.

"Why not?" He asked her and she just narrowed her eyes.

"You got married?" John asked, slightly turning the tone in his voice angry and Sherlock turned back to face him. "You?"

"Yes me." Sherlock crossed his arms and waited for John to say something else insulting. That's how it happened last time. He said something simple and John blew it out of proportion.

"When?" John asked and looked over Sherlock's shoulder to Molly.

"Doesn't matter. Not to you. I have boxes to move." Sherlock was tired of waiting and as he passed Molly and Rosie she started to cry.

"Sherlock sit down in your chair now. John sit in yours." Molly ordered and while they both seemed hesitant they did as she ordered and she deposited Rosie onto Sherlock's lap and sighed.

"Little women are scary." Sherlock whispered to Rosie only gaining a glare from his wife and a happy gurgle from Rosie as she cuddled on his chest.

"John day what you came to say so Sherlock will have anyone else to go out on cases with!" Molly turned to John, arms crossed and toes tapping.

"I am so sorry Sherlock about what I called you. I was tried and angry that she was crying yet again and I had to be the one to make her stop instead of you who was watching her." John explained and apologized again and when Molly turned to him and started tapping her foot again.

"What?" Sherlock asked and she slapped his arm. "Molly!"

"Accept the apology and apologize for ignoring him and getting married without him." She told him and he let his jaw drop. "Do it." She slapped his arm again.

"I accept your apology and I am intern sorry that I ignored you and got married to Molly without anyone telling you." He repeated what she had said without making eye contact.

"Now hug." She said and reached for Rosie and pulled her in for a cuddle and she pulled Sherlock's arm until he was standing and then Molly went over to John and gave him a look.

"We don't hug." Sherlock told his wife.

"Mr. Holmes... if you do not hug your best friend... I won't let you see the pregnancy test I took this morning. And I know I haven't had any symptoms yet, I can't possibly be showing... but then you can't deduce it." She smirked at him and waited.

"John." He grunted and waved him in. He and John did a quick hug and he went to stand in front of his wife. "Tell me."

"That was not a hug. I need you to wrap your arms around him and hold it for ten seconds." She told them and while Sherlock glared he moved back towards John and while his friend gave a chuckle he let Sherlock hold him as Molly counted with a now giggling Rosie.

"Now tell me." He ordered his wife as she set Rosie down.

"Positive Sherlock. First ultrasound will be whenever John can pencil us in." Molly told him and she looked over to see John smiling at them both.

"Tomorrow I am free." John said and Sherlock picked Molly up and kissed her until she had to breathe. "Rosie come here lovey." John called and Sherlock turned his head to see Rosie walking to her dad happily, not slow, not worried, simply like she had been doing it for years.

"What a good job Rosie!" Molly cooed and Sherlock couldn't wait to compare notes to his own infant.

"She's been falling and crying but when I try and pick her up she pushes my hands away. When she is done, she gets up on her own." John told them and Rosie moved her hands from around Molly to reach for Sherlock.

"Shhhhh." She cuddles on his chest and started to pick at a button on his shirt.

"Did you miss your uncle Sherlock?" Molly asked her and rubbed her back.

Rosie just nodded into his chest before yawning. "Tired." She mumbled and Sherlock moved to sit down with her on his chest.

"Imagine how jealous she is going to be when he has to take care of his own baby." John laughed and Molly just watched them. "Where are you guys moving to anyway?" He asked as he looked around.

"Secure location." Sherlock shrugged and looked at Rosie on his chest.

"Mycroft bought us a house as a wedding present in a gated community near his home as well. Sherlock thinks he's going to be under heavy surveillance." Molly laughed at Sherlock's scowl.

"Why not just stay here."

"Yes why not love?" Sherlock asked his wife as she turned to glare at him.

"Because Shezza and I want more than one child." She smirked when he started to glare at her. "You said no to Lestrade for me. If John says it to him it won't be my fault." She smiled at him and leaned over and kissed his lips.

"Shezzas getting mad." John laughed at the nickname and Rosie picked her head up and smiled st his scowl.

"Shezza." She said it quick and even Sherlock had to smile as Molly and John laughed at their 'accomplishment'.