There hadn't been plans for a baby. But none the less, Molly counted her blessings and while she carried and gave birth to their sons... Sherlock was throwing himself into planning. He planned the birth down to the T. Even both scenarios, one with all natural birth and the other with a c- section.

Sherlock had gotten some 'professional' by his standards to paint the nursery. There was scientific things like test tubes and microscopes all over the room with conjoined cribs and the green vs. blue changing tables were already set out for baby a and baby b.

Depending on who was born first him and Molly had already named both babies. Sherlock cradled each of them for hours while Molly slept. He cleaned them, he set them in the baths, he cooed over them when they both cried.

He stayed up with Thad when he had an ear infection. He napped with both babies on each side of him when Molly went back to work. He got them ready for school curriculum, carried one on his chest and the other on his back when he had to clean the flat.

Molly once came home and both boys, short age of 19 months were sitting on opposite ends of the flat, one on John's chair with his arms crossed, the other in the corner picking at the carpet.

"What happened?" She asked as she spotted Sherlock in the kitchen.

"Both have hurt each other, Thad threw a shoe and hit John in the face, and then John, in retaliation, picked up one of the baby books and chucked it at Thad's back. They are in time out." Sherlock told Molly and moved closer and kissed her hello.

"How long have they been in time out?" She asked as she moved to get something to drink.

"About 15 minutes. I was just about to bring them in for dinner when I heard you walking up and thought I would greet you first. I see that they are both still so mad to be nothing they haven't really registered you being here." He looked at both his boys and shook his head.

"It's fine. They have their own mind palace." She giggled at her husband and leaned up to give him a kiss.

"Nifty little things." He teased and kissed her back before going to pick up Thad. "Come on John." He called out his other son since he was looking at Molly and he raised his arms.

"Da mean." He whispered to his mum and Molly just kissed his forehead and grinned wide.

"I heard you were mean first," She told little John and he just started to pout. "Time for dinner." She told him and moved towards his high chair as Sherlock put Thad in his and moved to get their food onto the small table in front of the boys.

They both dug in, letting Molly and Sherlock eat in peace.

They joked about how the boys were getting angry at each other the next day when Mycroft was around and he all but let out a belly laugh.

"That is exactly what Sherlock first threw at me. A shoe." He told them and leaned over and curled a finger over Thad's cheek.

"Not that funny." Sherlock said and ran a hand over John on his chest as he curled up. "He doesn't have a bruise on his back... John has one on his left eye."

Sherlock was cooing over his sons separately, secretly wondering if they would grow up feuding like he and Mycroft had been for their entire lives. Competing for being the smartest.

Molly found herself in a mini classroom the next day. The boys were sitting side by side and Sherlock had a mini white board in front of them and two magnets with pictures on it. He asked which do you ride in, the options were a wagon and the other was a bed. He told them to talk to each other, come up with the answer and when they both whispered to each other Molly was leaning in the door and watching how her boys were working together.

And from then on he was making the kids do everything together. Molly found it so cute and it made Sherlock happy.

When the twins got older, and Molly was pregnant again, things started to change again for the boys. They both wanted to name her something. When Sherlock put his foot down it was good and final.

"You will both stop fighting. Do you understand? We are not naming your little sister any of those things. Star seems more like a hookers name, which your sister will never be. And Joelle is not something we are going to even consider. Now, stop arguing. Your sisters name will be Angela Ellona Mary Holmes. We already talked about this." He told them and sent them to their room to play and with an order to stop all the fighting over nonsense.

Molly ran a hand through his hair that night, he ran his hand over the swell of her belly and gave it kisses here and there.

"What makes you do that?" She asked him as he turned towards her fully.

"What?"

"Get so aggressive about them fighting." She saw the way his eyes darted away and she grabbed his chin and brought his eyes to her. "Don't you think about lying to me."

"It makes me think about Mycroft and I's relationship. I don't want them to fight, even like this, it leads to bigger things, a rift. When the Euros thing popped up, he tried to make it easier for me to kill him instead. He had a thought in the back of his mind, probably still does, that I would choose John over him." Sherlock drifted in and out of the mind palace after he started to think about this.

"Our boys will be nothing like you and Mycroft. You're making them love and play together. They will be just like you and John are. The relationship you and Mycroft should have had... and with Angela coming... she can be Euros." Sherlock sat up at her words, rubbed her belly again and whispered something before kissing her belly. "What did you just say?"

"I am not telling. She is going to be my princess." Sherlock told her and kissed her belly again before leaning up and moving to sit up next to me.

"You're going to hover on her too aren't you?" She asked him and he scoffed.

"When did I hover before?" He asked with a cock of his head to the right.

"With the boys." She told him and moved towards the side so she could cuddle with his chest.

"I didn't hover over them."

"Love you never took a nap without them on your sides. When Thad had a ear infection you kept up with him all night. You kept them close, you still do." She explained and ran a hand up his chest until she could pull back and look at him in the face.

"Maybe, but I needed to." He told her and Molly just shook her head and leaned in. She was ready to watch him coo and hover over the next baby.

And she never got over watching how he spoiled over Angela. Or how she rebelled against his attention when she turned 16.

And then they all ended up getting married, having more babies for Sherlock to hover over.