Okay, so...providing the fact that I am currently on an exertion...and also the fact tat most of the reviews today were guessing the origin of the baby's name...I'm doing one major shout out.

Yes. Susan I got from Steve Moffat's wife, also a co-producer of BBC Sherlock. And of course I got Louise from Loo Brealey! I had to include her somehow! Anyway, thank you so much for all the support...I'm just so pleased with all the support and responses..heck...YOU ALL GET ECOOKIES! Alright, onto the reading!

Chapter Thirty- four:

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The group had each had their turn in congratulating the happy couple and the twins. Mrs. Hudson cooed sweetly over baby Susan, rubbing her light red curls gently. John had held her for a moment, before she grew fussy, so he handed her back to Molly. She smiled down at the small child, and was almost too enthralled to see Sherlock's gaze set on her. Almost.

''Did...did you want to hold her?" She asked softly, walking over to him. He shook his head forcefully, his eyes widening at the horror of the idea. She giggled at him, before nudging his arm with her elbow.

''Oh come on, sit down there, you're going to hold her.'' Molly suddenly said in a bossy tone, as if his decline was crazy. He did as she said, and soon enough, found a baby in his arms. She breathed in peacefully, her tiny chest moving up and down as she took a yawn. Sherlock couldn't breathe. His own chest felt tight, and his blood pulsed with something akin to adrenaline. He looked down at her, and spoke in a quiet low voice.

''Hello, Susan.'' They were the only words he got out, before the wee girl gurgled and cooed happily. She shifted in his arms, and he grew very anxious that he might drop her. Molly sensed his distress, and casually lifted Susan from his arms. She cradled the girl once more, before handing her back to Matt. John and Mrs. Hudson carried on about the baby, and Sherlock silently slipped into the hallway. Molly followed after him, her face mixed with amusement and concern.

''Sherlock, are you alright?" She asked when finally catching up to him. He turned and nodded brusquely.

''I didn't mean to make you...uncomfortable. I just thought...maybe you'd...want to try it.'' She said quietly. Sherlock nodded again, and pulled her in for a brief kiss.

''It's alright, Molly. No need to apologize. I'm merely not familiar with the proper...handling...of babies.'' He explained. She laughed, and kissed him again.

''It's okay, Sherlock. I didn't expect you to be.'' She said, before turning to go back. Sherlock followed after. They all spent a bit longer with the family, before the nurse sent them away for the evening. Molly caught a cab to her flat, which she hadn't seen much of by herself. The others all returned to Baker Street, Mrs. Hudson and John both teasing Sherlock about his experience with an infant.

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The hospital had been resoundingly helpful. Pam and baby Susan had only been required to stay for a couple of weeks. During that time, Matt and Molly would take turns caring after the twins. Molly had said the nice thing about her line of work, was that the customers didn't complain if she ran a bit behind. Matt's job, however, required dealing with very nit picky, living souls. When he would work, Molly would stay out at their home. She waited for the boys to arrive home from school, most of the time having a snack prepared for them. She helped with their homework, and would make their supper. On occasion, when he wasn't on a case, Sherlock would come to visit. He sighted that expanding their knowledge was his reasoning behind it. However, Molly could read him and his motives better than tat. She never addressed the issue that when he was there, there was no tutoring or teaching involved. Sherlock had embraced the boys, and catered to their whims of playing pirates in the back yard, or gazing at samples through the microscope, or reading to them from a vast amount of treasured books.

It had been three weeks, and Pam and Susan were released to go home. Matt had picked them up, and they drove out to their beautiful home. When they arrived, there were homemade banners, colored pictures, and balloons all through the house. Titus and Timothy proudly showed their parents the pictures they each colored, and pointed out the few that Molly had done.

Pam carried Susan upstairs to her nursery, and Molly followed, leaving the boys downstairs to show their father all the exciting projects. Pam carefully laid the sleeping girl into her crib, and stared down at her lovingly.

''You're so happy, Pam.'' Molly observed. Her sister-in-law smiled and let out a giggle. She nodded her head before responding.

''I am. Oh Molly, I can't stop smiling. A girl. I have a sweet, beautiful, baby girl! Now I won't be so outnumbered!'' She laughed, and Molly joined in. The two women stood there, watching the infant sleep. Molly seemed to stare off into space for a moment, and Pam noticed the look. She knew that far-off look. Pam placed a hand on Molly's shoulder, bringing her back to reality. Molly turned slightly to look at her, a small smile on her face.

''You should tell him. Molly, that man may be manic, petulant, and sometimes a full out git. But he loves you. Anyone who loves anyone else wants what they want. Just...talk to him. Okay?" She said with a motherly tone. Molly chuckled, before brushing away a fallen tear.

''I'm not in a rush. I have him, Pam. And if the time ever comes when he's...when we're ready, then it'll happen. Until then, I'm not going to force Sherlock to do anything.'' She said in earnest. Pam nodded her head, letting out a large sigh.

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Molly had said goodbye to her family. The boys were especially sad to see her go, but she assured them she'd be out to visit in no time at all. Matt and Pam thanked her for all the help, and she hugged each of them goodbye. Molly crawled into the back of the cab, and pulled out her phone.

''Where to, miss?" The driver asked. Molly looked down to her mobile, seeing the response to an earlier sent text.

''221 Baker Street.'' She said from the back seat.

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Sherlock read the text over and over again, trying to deduce its underlying meaning.

'I want to ask you something.'
-Molly-

He twirled his phone around between thumb and index finger, before replying.

'Come to Baker Street.'
-SH-

He thought through the various things she would or could ask of him. His mind, surprisingly, came up blank. So he sat, waiting for her beautiful, petite form to walk through the door. Eventually, the lack of sleep from the past two weeks of working cases had managed to catch up to him, and he fell asleep, propped up on his headboard.

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Uh oh! Leave me a review! The reason I didn't go with any of the name ideas...by the way... was because in my head, Pam wanted her daughter to have different letter. My mom and all her brothers have the same first letter for their names, It's surprisingly confusing. Anyway, that's why. Thank you all the same. I will see you tomorrow lovelies!