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Molly unconsciously bit her bottom lip as she watched Sherlock from across the room. Sybil had proposed some sort of dinner and she and Sherlock were supposed to be organizing it but she could barely think straight talk less of organize a thing.
'So if we invite Camille, that should cover the Beaumonts. We can just pretend the Riverty's declined.' Sherlock said as he looked over the list of invites. Molly snapped out of her lust induced stare and glared at Sherlock. 'No, we're going to invite them all same and give them a chance to decline.' She said in a firm voice.
Sherlock pouted. 'You don't even know them Molly.' He said sulkily. Molly rolled her eyes at him. 'No I don't but that doesn't mean I don't want to. Stop being such a baby.' Sherlock made his way over to her and sat down next to her. 'You really want this to go well don't you?' He asked. Molly nodded quickly.
'Why?' Sherlock asked incredulously. 'Because it's our first time planning something and I don't want it to go wrong and-Why are you smiling?' Molly asked as a wide grin spread on Sherlock's face. 'Because you obviously want to make an impression.' Sherlock replied. He laid down his head on her lap.
Molly ran her fingers through his hair automatically. 'Yeah so? You're the only one who thinks trying to make an impression is a bad thing.' She shot back. Sherlock chuckled. 'Yes because I've never seen my family or any other family worth it. Come to dinner with me and sod this pointless gathering.'
Sherlock's hand skittered up to her buttons and he undid one.
'We could eat…'
One button.
'And then maybe we could go back to your place…'
Another button.
'And then what?' Molly gasped her cheeks hot. Sherlock's finger trailed in between her breasts. 'Well it all depends on what you want me to do to you.' He replied, his voice low and husky. Molly swallowed. Before she could come up with words to say, Sherlock was off her lap and he had pulled her on to his.
His lips were at her neck and he was kissing and nibbling her. Molly's eyes fluttered shut and she ground into Sherlock. 'Come on, Molly. You don't want to plan a stupid get together do you?' Sherlock whispered in her ear. His hands slid up her skirt and Molly pressed her thighs together.
'But Sybil…' Molly mumbled, tilting her neck so Sherlock could get better access. 'She'll get over it.' Sherlock said back, his hand prying her thighs apart. Molly moaned lightly at his actions. 'Oh fuck.' She whispered grinding more into Sherlock. Sherlock shuddered and his pants tightened. He pressed into Molly, kissing and sucking at Molly's neck until he left a bruise.
They were full on grinding now and Molly turned her head to kiss him. Her hand grasped his hair and Sherlock's tongue darted into her mouth. Sherlock was pretty sure he was on the verge on changing her mind when the door slammed open.
Aidan and Nadia tottered into the room with shrill laughs and their arms wide open. Molly and Sherlock sprung apart and Molly hastily tried to redo her buttons. 'You guys run soo-' Avellana's voice cut off as she entered the study.
Molly had just done her last button and was blushing furiously. Nadia ran unsteadily towards Molly and Molly scooped her up. Avellana winked at Sherlock and he glared at her. Aidan tripped and before he could land on his face, Sherlock had caught him.
'Wow. I had no idea party planning was such a turn on. Avellana said cheekily. 'Was it the seating or the invites?' Molly blushed heavily and Sherlock scowled. 'Aren't you on baby watch?' He spat out. Avellana gave him a look.
'Hey, you try running after two hyperactive children all day and tell me how you like it.' She replied. Sherlock rolled his eyes. 'They're not even one yet. It can't possibly be that daunting.' Sherlock said snarkily.
Avellana scoffed at him before turning her gaze on Molly. 'Hellcat indeed.' Molly took that opportunity to hide by blowing a raspberry on Nadia's tummy. Nadia squealed and held on to her mother's hair. Avellana shook her head from side to side. 'Go on. Get out of here. I'll finish up.' She said, crossing over to the table where the plans where.
'We were getting on fine without you.' Sherlock said with a pout. Avellana scoffed. 'I can see that. One would think two toddlers were more than enough.' Sherlock glared at her but stood. 'Well if you insist, I suppose we could let you do the rest.' Sherlock said in a haughty tone.
'Oh please.' Avellana murmured. Molly stood up with Sherlock and let him lead her out of Sybil's study. The doors shut behind them and Molly giggled. 'Well that was rather badly timed.' Sherlock murmured. Aidan wriggled in his arms and Sherlock struggled to hold on to him.
They headed up to the nursery where Edith the maid was clearing up. Aidan struggled to get down and Sherlock released him. Aidan slipped to the floor before dashing about. Molly also released Nadia and the two ran around.
'Edith you don't mind, do you?' Sherlock asked. Edith shook her head. 'Not at all, Mr. Holmes. They're a joy to be with.' She said with a smile. Sherlock nodded and pulled Molly out with him. 'What are you doing?' Molly asked as Sherlock dragged her into his room.
'I want to show you something.' Sherlock said. He closed the door behind her and went over to his bed. 'If it's what I think it is, then I've already had my fair share of it in your mother's study.' Molly said. Sherlock paused and looked at her.
'No need to be crude, Molly.' Sherlock said with a smirk. 'Besides, that was just a glimpse of what I'm going to do to you.' Molly shook her head fondly, her cheeks already coloring. 'You're a bad influence, Sherlock Holmes.' She said with a smile.
'Oh, the very worst kind.' Sherlock said as he stood up and pulled towards the bed. Molly let herself be pulled along with him and they collapsed on his bed. 'Alright. What did you want to show me?' She asked. Sherlock stood up from the bed and walked over to his bookcase.
He reached behind it and flicked something. A compartment slid open and Sherlock reached into it. 'What the hell is that?' Molly asked. 'Secret compartment. What does it look like Molly?' He asked. Molly shot him a glare. 'That was a rhetorical question, Sherl.' She said.
Sherlock laughed softly and pulled something out of the compartment. He sat down next to Molly with a hand behind his back. 'Close your eyes.' Sherlock said. 'Why?' Molly asked but she went ahead and closed them.
Sherlock slowly drew his hand from his back. 'Alright. You can open them.' He said. Molly opened her eyes and gasped. Sherlock was holding a holding a small velvet box. 'Sherlock.' Molly said faintly. Sherlock pushed it in her hands. 'Go ahead. Open it.' Molly looked at him before opening the box.
In it was a beautiful ring. It was silver and had small deep purple amethysts studded on the sides. In the middle was a fine cut diamond. Inside the ring in tiny letters were the words 'Hamlet AII SII'. 'What's that?' Molly asked. 'It's a quote from Hamlet.' Sherlock replied. 'Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move his aides, doubt truth to be a liar but never doubt I love.' Sherlock quoted.
'That's beautiful.' Molly whispered as she stared at the ring. 'It was my grandmother's.' Sherlock said. 'My grandfather gave it to her and she passed it down to my father. He gave it to Sybil.' Molly's eyes widened.
'I never understood their relationship, why she loved him.' Sherlock mumbled. 'He always seemed too harsh, too stiff. Although in light of recent events, he was a much better father than I am.' Sherlock mumbled. Molly gently placed the box on a bedside table before turning to him.
Her hand took his face and she turned it towards her. 'Sherl, I don't know how many times I have to say this but it's not your fault. I love you and I've forgiven you. I don't expect you to be perfect, love. Everyone makes mistakes. Even the twins don't care. I mean Aidan said 'Daddy' first to show you he's forgiven you.'
Sherlock smiled faintly. Molly pulled him close and gave him a chaste kiss. 'So stop beating yourself up.' Molly said when she'd pulled back. Sherlock sighed but Molly could tell a little bit of her speech had sunk in.
'Now why'd you show me the ring?' She asked, reaching for it. Sherlock anxiously tapped his fingers on his bed. 'Well…my mother stopped wearing it when my father died and she only just brought it out of the vault recently to hand over to me.'
Molly's eyes widened and she looked down at the ring before looking back at him. 'You don't have to take it if you don't want it.' Sherlock said hurriedly, noticing her wide eyed look. 'No I do, I love it. I just…why?' Molly asked, still shocked.
'Because I love you.' Sherlock said frankly. 'Because I'm in love with you. You'll always matter to me, Molly and I will always love and care for you. Our relationship has helped in a way to understand my father and mother. You are smart, beautiful, kind, loving and probably the strongest woman I know. I can't imagine ever being with anyone else.'
'Not even ?' Molly asked, her eyes sparkling with tears. Sherlock scoffed.
'She doesn't stand a chance against you. She never has. She was attracted to the idea of me, you love me. There's a startling difference. Whatever your decision about the ring, that's never going to change that but I realize I can be an ass sometimes, well most times, so I want you to have it for whenever you're unsure or whenever I piss you off which will be a lot over the years.'
Molly broke into a grin and threw her arms around Sherlock, dragging him into a hug. His last phrase rung in her head and she pulled back just as fast. 'Are you…Sherlock are you-do you want me to marry you?' She asked with a stutter.
Sherlock frowned. 'Well yes, I thought you were reading between the lines but if you want me to kneel-' Molly grabbed him in a kiss, silencing him. Her hands went to the sides of his face and she dragged him down with her as she lay on his bed. Sherlock's hands settled by her hips, careful of her bullet wound.
Molly kissed him hard, lust clearly evident in her. Sherlock could feel himself getting lost in her and he pulled back before logic fled. Molly looked up at him, her chest having and her lips slightly pink. Sherlock fought the urge to lower himself back on her and tried to focus.
'Molly you haven't given me an answer.' He said shakily. Molly's hands went up to his belt and she quickly undid it. Her hand slipped into his boxers and she gripped him. A moan tore out of Sherlock's lips and he held her hand. 'Molly.' He said with a sense of urgency.
'I thought you'd be reading between the lines right now.' She said breathlessly. 'Yes, I will marry you Sherlock Holmes, now can we please get back to more pressing issues?' She asked, grinding the heel of her palm into him.
Sherlock felt a shot of happiness streak to him at her words and he grinned devilishly at her. 'Well if that's what you really want.' He said cheekily as his hands went to her shirt. His voice was calm but his hands were slightly shaky and he gripped her shirt too tight. A button proved to be too difficult for him and he growled in frustration.
Molly reached up to help him but his hands had bunched in her shirt and he'd tugged at it, the button popping off. Molly drew in a gasp of pleasant surprise and hooked her legs around him, giving in to his assault on her body.
'You want me to change my face?' Sophie asked. 'It's your decision of course but it will make things easier for you.' She said. Sophie thought it over. It made sense. If she had a new face, she could go pretty much anywhere without being spotted. All she needed to be careful about was her DNA getting anywhere.
'Do I get to choose what I look like?' She asked. Mary nodded. 'Of course. It's your face. You're gonna be stuck with it.' Sophie hummed before nodding. 'I'll do it.'
'Sure?' Mary asked. Sophie nodded and Mary sighed. 'Alright then.' She said in a resigned tone. Sophie was dismissed and Mary sat down in a vacant chair. Her hand went to her flat tummy and she gave it a subtle rub. She was really tired. Mycroft was determined on turning Sophie in the perfect spy.
It could be done and Mary could tell the girl had what it took, it was just buried and to unearth it would mean almost shredding her humanity. She couldn't watch that happen to the girl. It had taken a considerable lot before she could get to the point where she was right now.
She wouldn't wish that on anyone. She took in a deep breath before getting up and making her way to Mycroft's office.
Sherlock ran his fingers through Molly's hair. Her head was on his chest and their legs were tangled together. 'Did I hurt you?' He asked, looking down at her. Molly looked up at him with a flush. 'No.' She said with a smile. Sherlock twisted on his side and faced her.
'If I'd known we'd end up here, I'd have suggested we stay in Mycroft's room.' He said. Molly gasped and gave him a shove. 'Sherlock!' She squealed, blushing horribly. Sherlock chuckled and pulled her closer to him. 'Just a thought.' He said. Molly shook her head fondly.
They laid together in a comfortable silence before Sherlock spoke up. 'So spring wedding? It is the season most brides choose and there's enough time for Sybil to prepare.' He said softly. Molly's eyes widened. It was only just beginning to seep in that she was engaged.
Sherlock felt her stiffen and he sat up. 'Calm down Molly. We can put it off for as long as you want.' He said slowly. Molly shook her head. 'No I don't want to put it off. It's just a tad bit scary. I mean I'll be your wife and a Holmes and-' Molly took in a deep breath.
'Oh God. I'll have to plan things and juggle my job and talk to people and-'
Sherlock placed his hands on Molly's shoulders and forced her to look at him. 'Breathe in, breathe out.' He instructed. Molly took in deep breaths and relaxed in his arms. Sherlock waited until she was calm again before reaching over to the side of his bed and grabbing the velvet box.
He opened it and gently took out the ring before taking Molly's left hand. Molly watched him, unable to say anything. His eyes locked with hers for a moment before he slipped the ring on her ring finger. 'There.' Sherlock said gently. 'Now, you can panic.'
Molly laughed softly. She held her hand up, still awed by the ring. 'It's soo beautiful.' She whispered. 'I keep thinking this is a dream.' Sherlock snorted. 'I think our actions a few minutes ago should prove this is no dream.' He said, gently kissing her neck.
'Oh I've had dreams involving that.' She said, facing him. 'Really?' Sherlock asked with a coy smile. 'And who was the person of interest in these particular dreams?' Molly rolled her eyes. 'You know it's you, you twat. You've seen the aftermath of it too.' She blurted, coloring again. Sherlock frowned.
'I don't recall ever having the pleasure. When?' He asked. Molly was blushing again but she managed to look him in the eye. 'When Mary got shot and I slept at Baker Street and you found me on the floor.' She mumbled. Sherlock let out an unbelieving laugh.
'Really? I thought you were shaking because you were terrified not cause you'd been getting off.' He said teasingly. Molly rolled her eyes and gave him a playful shove. Sherlock chuckled and he wrapped his arms around her.
'Well I'm extremely flattered and you should know I've had similar dreams about you too.'
Molly's head shot up to look at Sherlock. 'You've had what?' She said in disbelief. 'I've had wet dreams about you.' Sherlock repeated. Molly gaped at him. 'You-Really? Like really? And you got off to it?' She asked. Sherlock scowled lightly.
'Contrary to popular belief, I am a human male and I had physical reactions to you. It's not a sin is it?' Sherlock said with a pout. Molly laughed lightly at his tone and reached up to tug on his lower lip. 'No it's not. It's just hard to believe.' She said.
'How long?' She asked. Sherlock thought back. 'A little before my mother's dinner.' He replied. Molly stared at him. 'All that time wasted when we could've just locked ourselves in your room and made love like bunnies.' She said to him. Sherlock let out a little laugh at her statement.
'Oh Molly, I won't have made love to you. I would've fucked you. Major difference.' Sherlock said with a glint in his eyes. Molly shook her head. 'I've forgotten how cocky you are after sex.' She muttered fondly. Sherlock ignored her statement and opted to leave a lingering kiss on her neck.
'I've missed this. I've missed you.' He said lowly. His hands ghosted over her skin and Molly looked up at him. My god, he's perfect. I wouldn't have him any other way. 'I've missed this too but thankfully we're making up for lost time.' She said cheekily. Sherlock pressed against her lips gently. It wasn't like the lust consumed ones he'd given her previously. This was gentler, sweeter, almost chaste and damn if it didn't make her want to ride him again. There'll be ample time for that later.
Molly's eyes closed and she let herself bask in the moment for a few seconds before pulling away from Sherlock's grasp and sitting up. 'Come on. We better make sure Lana's not ordering caviar for starters.' She said as she made to clamber over Sherlock's body.
His hands held her down and he sat up. 'I want to dress you back up.' He said stubbornly. Molly smiled and wrapped herself back up in the sheets as he stood up and began to pick up discarded pieces of clothing.
She was reminded of the piece of jewelry on her finger and she looked down at it with a content smile. She had no doubt in her mind that life with Sherlock was going to be an emotional rollercoaster ride filled with ups and downs but as long as they were riding it together, Molly was sure she'd be just fine.
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Molly lay in her bed, waiting for Mary to respond. She was still reeling from the boat load of information Sherlock had unloaded on her. It still felt surreal to her. Avellana had taken one look at the ring and exploded into squeals before hugging Molly. She'd reached out to Sherlock but a glare from him had quickly discouraged her.
Then she'd promptly begged to plan the wedding, promising that she'd be good and not go over the top. Sherlock had of course declined, but Molly couldn't help but bend. Besides she was sure Sybil and Mary would be on board so they could keep her in check.
Speaking of Mary….. Her phone began to ring and Mary's picture flashed on the screen. Molly accepted the call and put the phone to her ear before pulling back due to Mary's excited screaming. Molly chuckled and waited for her best friend to calm down.
'Please tell me that's what I think it is and that I didn't just freak John out for no reason.'
Molly laughed.
'If you're thinking it's an engagement ring then you're right.'
Mary let out another squeal. 'Well it's about damn time. I'm soo excited. When's the wedding?'
'Whoa, calm down. I've only been engaged for a couple of hours. My head is still spinning.'
'How did he do it anyway? I know he's not a romantic so candles and roses are out of the question.'
Molly snickered.
'Well there wasn't that but he made up for it with what he said. He was soo sweet and loving; I just had to shag him.'
Mary snorted.
'I always said you were a horn dog. You just needed someone to pull the inner sex kitten out.'
Molly blushed.
'Shut up.'
Mary giggled on the other end.
'Well I for one am more than ecstatic. I'm even considering allowing John to get a leg over with this.'
'I could've lived without that piece of information, Mary.'
Mary snickered on the other end. Molly couldn't keep the wide grin off her face as she snuggled in deeper in her duvet. Things are finally okay.
Sherlock sprawled out of the sofa at 221b, his papers thrown all around him. It was mid afternoon and he'd only just recently woken up. He'd spent the night over at the estate before returning back to the flat. No doubt Mary and John would be aware of the news. I wonder if I should've told John first.
With their impending wedding, a number of issues had arisen. Where they would stay for one. Rightfully, he was obliged to stay at the estate as the only heir who had children but he didn't want to. He loved being in London. The hustle and bustle of it contributed to his sanity. And then there was Molly.
She was used to working hours and there was no way in hell she was going to lay back and become a house wife. She'd probably throw a fit if I even hinted at it. So there was the question of what to do. He couldn't stay in 221b forever. Besides he and Molly's escapades would sooner or later result in another baby and a flat wasn't the best place to raise children talk less of his children. Mother might have a stroke and die if I tell her I want to raise the Holmes heirs in a flat.
Sherlock pouted. He hated decision making. The door slammed open and Sherlock jumped slightly. John walked in, raising a quizzical brow at Sherlock before settling into his chair.
A silence fell between them before Sherlock spoke. 'Was I supposed to tell you before asking her to marry me?' He asked. John smiled faintly. 'No. But some people like telling their friends before they make decisions like that.'
Sherlock hummed before turning to John in confusion. 'But I thought it obvious. Besides, we're practically married anyway. She's the mother of my children and my…better half. Well, other than you of course.' He said with a mischievous grin.
John shot him a look and Sherlock smiled to himself. 'I was content with where we were but she needs the stability, especially with all that's happened.' John frowned. 'Sherlock, are you marrying her because of what happened? Because if you are, I swear I will kill you. For real this time.' He said with a pointed look.
Sherlock scoffed. 'Killing me. That's soo three years ago.' He said with a grin. John couldn't help but smile along with his friend before returning to the topic at hand. 'Well?' He said expectantly. Sherlock gave an exaggerated sigh. 'Don't be daft John. Of course I'm not marrying her because of what happened.' Sherlock said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 'I love her and I don't need a piece of paper to remind me to stay committed to her and only her. Marrying her shows that I'm serious about it and I won't just quit some day or get bored.'
Sherlock suddenly became more serious. 'She's never said but it's one of the things she fears most. Understandably so, I've been unkind and dismissive towards her in the past. Another thing I regret when it comes to her but if marrying her will give her the assurance that I'm not going anywhere, then I'm prepared to do so.' He fell quiet for a few more seconds before speaking up again.
'Besides, Mother's pushed me to make an 'honest woman' out of her, whatever the hell that means.' John snorted at the statement and Sherlock joined in on the laughter. 'Well I'm glad and very proud of you for coming to all of that on your own and in such a short period of time.' Sherlock scowled at him and John ignored him.
'So are you naming it Sherlock?' Sherlock asked, changing the topic.
John blinked.
'Naming what?'
'The baby.'
John spluttered.
'Why on-we don't even know if it's a boy yet.'
'So?'
'So, if it's a girl then Sherlock's in the bin.'
Sherlock frowned. 'It's a unisex name.' He said. John laughed in disbelief. 'No it's not.' He replied. Sherlock shrugged. 'It was worth a try.' There was a comfortable silence between them before John spoke up again.
'You haven't said that other half thing to anyone else have you?'
'Does Mother really expect me to host this thing?' Sherlock asked Mycroft as they both stood in the gazebo. A few weeks had passed and their 'little gathering' as Mother put it was in two days time. Sherlock had hoped that Molly would take up his idea and damn the thing to hell but she'd gotten quite wrapped up in the whole affair and Sherlock had lost hope.
'She holds out hope but no not really.' Mycroft replied. He handed over a few case files to Sherlock and Sherlock skimmed through them.
'Are they dead?' He asked. Mycroft nodded. Sherlock breathed out a sigh of relief and handed them back to Mycroft. 'I doubt anyone in their right mind would come near you again but just in case, there is a contingency plan. Mary knows what to do with Molly and the children.'
Sherlock nodded. The two brothers fell silent before Mycroft spoke up. 'You are aware that it wasn't your fault, Sherlock.' Mycroft said quietly. 'Molly getting angry at you and threatening to take the twins is but their kidnapping isn't.'
'Sorry, is this supposed to be helping me get over my guilt?' Sherlock shot at Mycroft. 'Mother's included her in the will.' Mycroft continued, ignoring Sherlock's comment. Sherlock blinked. 'She has? Well that's sensible. I won't expect anything less from Mother.' Sherlock sat down and looked at Mycroft.
A comfortable silence passed between them before Sherlock spoke up. 'I'm sorry you weren't on his list, My.' Mycroft looked up at Sherlock with a raised brow. He knew what that meant. 'I wasn't a reachable target, Sherlock. It would've been pointless.' Mycroft said.
'Still. It was based on people he presumed I'd care about.' Sherlock murmured, staring straight at his brother. Mycroft hummed in agreement. 'Well it all worked out in the end. No harm done.' He said. Sherlock relaxed, sensing the issue was closed.
A gurgle was heard and Sherlock looked towards the nursery window. Molly was holding Aidan in her hands and trying to pull him away from the nursery window. Sherlock smiled and stood up. 'I trust we're done here?' He said to Mycroft, already walking off. Mycroft sighed before getting up and following his brother.
Molly sat on a play mat with Nadia while Aidan ran around. Nadia frowned as she attempted to insert a triangle block into a square hole. 'Why does she always get it wrong?' Mary asked as she sat in a lounge chair. Her hand went to her baby bump and she rested her hand on it. She had gone into her second trimester now and had the oddest cravings ever. Her other hand held a magazine and she lazily flipped a page over.
John was almost at his wits end trying to keep up with her. Molly shrugged. 'I don't know. She's as stubborn as her father.' She said. Nadia finally gave up and tossed the triangle aside with a pout. She turned to Molly and shuffled towards her. Molly scooped her up with a chuckle.
Nadia snuggled into her mother's arms before making a sound. Molly pulled back in surprise and she looked down at her daughter. 'Did you just say what I think you said?' She asked. Mary glanced at the two of them before grabbing hold of Aidan and pulling him on her lap.
'Mo-mmy.' Nadia repeated proudly, separating the syllables. Molly squealed in excitement and hugged Nadia close to her. The door opened and Sherlock walked in. Aidan wriggled out of Mary's lap and ran over to his father. Sherlock smiled before scooping his son up in his arms.
'Check out Nadia's first word.' Mary said to him as she went back to reading. 'Mommy! Mommy!' Nadia said excitedly. 'Ha! Suck it!' Molly said gleefully to Sherlock. Sherlock grinned at her behavior before making his way over to his daughter.
'I'm sure it's a slip up.' He said mockingly to Molly as he sat in front of Nadia. 'Slip up my arse.' Molly shot back at him. Aidan had suddenly wriggled out of Sherlock's grasp and was sitting with Molly. 'Say daddy.' Sherlock said to Nadia. 'Mommy!' Nadia said back.
'No. Da-ddy.' Sherlock said slowly, dragging out the syllables. 'Mo-mmy.' Nadia said back. Sherlock scowled playfully and Molly stuck her tongue out at him triumphantly. 'They're rubbing off on you.' Sherlock said to her and she snorted.
'Sore loser.' She shot back. The door opened again and Sybil and Mycroft walked in. 'Comfortable, Mary?' Sybil asked. 'Very. Thank you.' Mary replied with a smile. Nadia gurgled and she held out her hands for Sybil to pick her up. Sybil smiled and picked her granddaughter up. 'Said her first word yet?' She asked.
'Mommy!'
Sybil looked in surprise. 'Wow. She's a smart one isn't she?' Sherlock rolled his eyes and Molly shot him a glare. 'My, when are you going to have children of your own?' Sybil said suddenly. Sherlock snorted. Mycroft who was in the corner on his phone, looked up with a startled face. 'I beg your pardon?' He said, still shocked.
'Children. Don't you plan on settling down someday?' Sybil asked. 'No, I don't want to settle down someday.' Mycroft sneered, saying the words 'settle down' like they were the vilest thing on the planet. 'Oh alright. No need to sound like I ordered your execution.' Sybil snapped at him.
Mycroft mouthed the words 'settle down' with a grimace before shuddering and going back to his phone. 'Drama queen.' Sybil muttered and Mary snickered. Molly looked down to see Aidan's eyes already fluttering shut. He was trying to fight it but Molly knew the inevitable was going to happen.
He struggled away from her and Molly let him go, knowing he'd give in to sleep when he was exhausted. Sherlock's fingers subtly intertwined with hers and she gave his hand a squeeze. 'Oh please.' Mycroft muttered as he glanced at the two of them.
Sophie stared at her face in the mirror. She could hardly believe her eyes. Her face was more defined now and she looked more feminine. A straight nose, fuller lips and smaller eyes. Her hand went up to her face just to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
'Name?'
Sophie whirled to see an agent standing behind her. He had her documents in his hands and she could only imagine that he wanted to fill them out. 'Name?' He repeated. Sophie thought for a second before coming up with one.
'Joanna.'
Well the fluffiness nearly killed me so I'm hoping it's enough for you guys. If anyone hasn't noticed it by now, we're VERY close to the end of this fic. Most likely one or two more chapters left.
Oh yes this chapter is dedicated to AJP910. Hopefully this cheers you up and carries you through your week.
To those who couldn't guess what Sherlock and Mycroft were talking about, it's Moriarty's list.
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