Hm, let's see here. Oh, that's right! I was wondering if there are any wonderful artists out there would want to or be willing to draw me a picture of my beautiful twins. Specifications: you can draw them by themselves, with Molly, Sherlock, John, or all three. Anyway, that would be awesome! Because I really want to see what people see when they read about Titus and Timothy. Anyway, take a shot at it, if you want! Alright, now that that shameless plug is out of the way...shout outs!

Lucy36: lol thanks! It's okay, you get more twins soon...see below. Thank you for the two reviews in a row! Glad you are caught up. For romanticism's sake..Sherlock made the cheesecake. ;)

Childoftheriver: thanks! I figured it would be fun tying them in together. So keep an eye on both! ;)

GuEsT: heehee, consider it implemented. ;) thanks!

Guest: aaww, thanks! Glad you smile at this!

Nindroid: lol, thank you! Hehe, Mrs. H will be ticked I'm sure! Glad you like the story.

Aviatress: yay! I'm glad you liked it! Thanks again for the idea!

Ringelsocke: heehee, I couldn't resist.

Madasahatterjayy: thank you for agreeing with that! Thanks for the review!

Amalia Kensington: haha! I very much agree! There's definitely a soul-mate dynamic to some friendships. I like to think of Sherlock and John as hetero-life partners. Haha. Thanks lex!

Zora Arian: teehee, hope you went and read NG. Thanks love!

Gest: yay thank you!

Thegoldenhairedmockingjay: teehee, I agree. He's very adorable when brooding. Thanks!

Guest: i'm going to say it takes place a couple weeks after. The previous chapter. Definitely look forward to hearing ideas! PM me! I feel like the writer's block has passed for now! Thanks!

Ssmill: next chapter is up! Hope you like!

Well, once again, I sadly own no ties to Sherlock. Just dear Titus and Timothy. Hope you like this chapter!

Chapter Twenty-Five:

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It was October. More specifically, a week from the Seventeenth, the twins' birthday. Pam had arranged everything for a wonderful party for them. The theme was their favorite: pirates. Invitations were sent to family and friends from the boys' class. Molly had received her invitation by phone, for two very specific reasons.

''Well of course I'll come. You know I'd never miss something for the boys.'' Molly said in a happy tone. Her phone was balanced lightly between the fingers in her left hand, while the fingers from her right lightly combed through the dark, tangled mess of Sherlock's hair. His head laid on her lap, and his fingers steepled under his chin. Molly chattered away with her sister-in-law, while Sherlock tidied his mind palace.

''Oh, and the boys really want Sherlock and John to be there too. Could you peak to them, see if they'll make an appearance at least? I know your detective doesn't do events like this...but the twins just adore him!" Pam asked through the receiver. Molly chuckled sweetly, and replied.

''Oh, I think I can do that. Hm, might take some convincing, but I think I can make it happen. Don't worry Pam, we will see you next week! Okay, love you too. Bye!" Molly clicked the end button, and placed her mobile on the arm of the sofa. She gazed down at the man beneath her, and she smiled. He seemed almost sleeping, so she carefully leaned over and stole a kiss from him. His cover was immediately blown by an unconscious smirk tugging at the side of his lips.

''You and John have been invited to Timothy and Titus's birthday party next week. I know they would love for you to be there, will you make an appearance at least?" She asked, raking her fingers across his scalp. Sherlock sighed, his breath mixing with a bit of a groan.

''Molly, I do not do sentiment. You know this.'' Came the reply. Molly smiled. She had anticipated this, and was already a step ahead of him. She slid out from underneath him, and sighed deeply.

''I know. You're absolutely right. I'll just go then, yes? Ya know, don't want to interrupt you with all my 'sentimental kisses' and whatnot.'' She sarcastically said, trying to act coy. Before she reached the coat rack, Sherlock was already up from the couch and pulling her into his arms. He kissed her lips thoroughly, making her moan a bit. As he leaned back, she saw the mischievous gleam in his eye that she loved.

''Ah, very nice try, clever girl. I said I didn't do sentiment. You mistook sentiment for insatiable desire. Quite the difference, really. You also didn't let me finish. While I do not take part in the niceties of sentimental holidays, I shall be attending this party, considering it is upon the request of the twins.'' He smiled at her reaction of pure joy, before wrapping his arms tightly around her, hoisting her up, and carrying her back to her previous position on the sofa.

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The boys were seated at the front of the table, each with matching pirate outfits on. Pam had bought them for Halloween, but Timothy and Titus had their hearts set on wearing them for the party. The other children from their class and down the street sat around the table, each waiting excitedly for a slice of birthday cake. The adults present were Pam and Matt, of course. Pam's mother and father, and her sister were also in attendance. Molly and Matt's mother was there, avoiding most of the social setting. Molly, Sherlock, and John had come together in the same cab, which had ended up being a bit of a tight squeeze with the gifts.

Molly had managed to find a matching set of jumpers and trousers. School clothes. She had wanted to get them something practical. John had dug up one of his old rugby balls from uni. 'Boys of seven would love it.' He told himself. Wrapping the thing had proved nearly impossible, so he just paced it in a gift bag. The most surprising of gifts though, was the fact that Sherlock had purchased not only one, but two gifts; one for each twin. The boxes were moderately heavy, but not overly sized. He proudly refused to tell either John or Molly of the boxed contents.

With the was all but demolished, Pam had told the children to gather around so they could open presents. The small herd of kids mobbed around where the two boys sat. Matt had brought out the gifts they had purchased: two identical, boy sized bicycles. Timothy and Titus held wide eyed gazes as they stared at the shiny surface. They hugged their parents tightly, before sitting back down, ready for more. Each of their friends produced their gifts, and the boys eagerly opened each one with reckless abandon. Meanwhile, Sherlock stood next to John, predicting each one.

''Plastic dinosaur toy. Hm. Oh and look, another plastic dinosaur toy. A yo-yo with a knot. The imagination in gift selection made by a child is just completely trivial. What purpose will that headless army man serve?" He rambled on. John simply rolled his eyes at the deducing toddler of a man. He looked around to see where Molly had gone off to. When he spotted her, he decided to bring it to the attention of Sherlock.

''Sherlock, who's that woman Molly's arguing with?" He asked quietly. John may not have been the world's only consulting detective, but even he couldn't miss the signs of stress that weighed across Molly's face. Her hands moved frantically as she spoke at the woman. The older woman merely sat with a grouchy face, glaring up from where she sat.

''Her mother.'' Sherlock stated as if it were obvious. John looked to him as he poke.

''Same eyes, hair color, and I also heard Matthew calling her 'mum' when we arrived.'' Sherlock smirked as the doctor rolled his eyes. The two men watched from a distance.

''Wonder what they're arguing about.'' John thought aloud.

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''What makes you say that?" Molly asked calmly. Her mother wore her usual smug attitude. She looked up at her daughter from her seat.

''Molly, dear girl. Clearly he's using you. I mean, why else would he choose to associate with a freakish girl who handles the dead, if not for his own personal gain? Obviously it's not for your looks, so what then? I read all about him in the papers. They said he was a psychopath. I love you, my dear, really. I just want what's best for you.'' She said, her voice half sweet, half bitter. Molly's eyes widened with a mixture of emotion. 'Hurt. Sadness. Anger.'

''He's what's best for me! And so what if he wants to associate with me? It's not any of your business who Sherlock associates with!"

''Molly, Molly, Molly. Open your eyes, my child. You're so much like your father, blindly willing to trust anyone. That man, there's something wrong with him. Who, in their right mind, would want to go about solving cases for no pay? A freak! That's who. That's what he is, Molly, a freak!" Her mother had crinkled her nose in disdain toward the mention of the word. Molly looked down, almost wounded. Her mother added a final thought.

''Maybe you two are meant for each other, then. A freak to match a freak.'' At this sentence, Molly had had enough. She stormed off and into the house, wiping the stinging tears from her eyes. She had not seen the tall, pale man following after her.

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Molly dried her eyes with a tissue. She had been facing the sink in the small kitchen, gazing out the window at the party.

''Is everything alright?" She heard his voice ask softly behind her. Molly spun around to meet Sherlock's eyes. His look of concern immediately deepened upon seeing the redness of her nose and eyes. Molly didn't waste time. She immediately buried herself under his flowing coat in a deep hug. Sherlock's arms gingerly draped around her, and he held her close. After a moment of more light sobs, he could hear her speaking into his chest.

''I love you. No matter what anyone says, I love you.'' Her grip around him tightened. It had been no mystery at all that the two women had been arguing over him. It was no surprise that Molly had reached her peak of tolerance, and had run off. The shocking thing was, when she had said it, Sherlock did not feel compelled to correct her in the term 'love'. In fact, he felt the word perfectly fit for their feelings. His feelings. Sherlock kissed her sweetly, and wiped a final tear from her cheek. He smiled at her, and she immediately smiled back. They turned to rejoin the celebration, Molly walking ahead of him. He looked after her, before nodding his head slightly.

'I love you too, Molly Hooper.'

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K, so I really liked the idea Molly standing up against a bully. Who bullies people more than their own parents, right? So there ya go...hope you liked it. See you next time, and we'll find out what Sherlock got for young Timothy and Titus. Love you all! Leave me a review!