A/N: A very fluffy K rated fic for Day 10.
"It's so...quiet."
Sherlock gave Molly a wry grin in response to the hushed reverence in her whisper. "Don't get used to it," he said, sotto voce himself. "It's not likely to last and you know it."
Without looking up at her husband, standing behind her with his arms holding her close, she reached back and swatted him on the hip. "Hush, you. Give me - give us - this beautiful, peaceful moment before the craziness starts up again, will you please?"
He dropped a kiss to the top of her head and squeezed her a little tighter. "Of course."
Soon enough six-week-old Joshua would wake up, along with the puppy and Rosie; John would come clomping up the stairs to pick up his daughter and chaos would once again reign in the Hooper-Holmes household, but for now there was a moment of quiet to enjoy.