Sherlock and I developed a routine for Rosie. He would come over every morning and take her to her preschool. He would do his violin lessons with her Tuesdays and Thursdays after school. She was learning God Save The Queen.
She asked about her dad everyday, wondering if he was going to stop by. But John had refused to get help right away, it wasn't until Sherlock cut him off from any contact with him and what was going on with Rosie that he decide to go to a facility. It was a 8 month program, he had taken 3 to sort himself out, and he was only in month 3 of his treatment, and this weekend Sherlock and I were going to take Rosie on a 'trip' and let them visit.
We were going Saturday and Sunday, getting a hotel to stay for the two days, and Sherlock was sure this would make John feel better and go through the program and stick to it when he was home again.
I still didn't want to see John, but I reminded myself every hour that it wasn't what I wanted or needed that mattered. It was Rosie. She mattered to me more than anyone else in the world. Even Sherlock.
He had said a few sweet words the night John was thrown in the Drunk Tank, and then acted as if nothing was said for the past couple months. So I have had to force myself not to bring it up either. I started to pack on Friday, not only my stuff, but I had washed all of Rosies Dirty clothes and got some of her new nad pretty dresses for the weekend ready in my bag.
I set two pairs of her shoes in there and started to pack mine when I felt eyes on me. I looked over to see Sherlock standing in the door way and I just paused and waited. "She is asleep?" I asked him and he nodded.
"Has no idea where we are going in the morning. It will be a good surprise." He took a couple steps closer to the bed when the bag was and put his hands in his pockets.
"Have you packed your things?" I asked him and he nodded. "What?" I asked after another moment of him just watching me zip up the now full bag.
"I think it is time we talked about what happened the night John last saw Rosie." Sherlock told me and I sighed.
"We didn't take about it for months, and the one night we need to sleep you want to talk about it?" I asked him and gave a fake short laugh.
"I think it's time Molly." He told me and I sighed.
"Which means you now know how to take it back or explain your meaning in a way that I would no longer understand it." I told him and shook my head. "I would rather just keep pretending it didn't happen Sherlock. We have been doing fine. No need to make this weekend any more weird." I told him and he sighed.
"We need to talk about what else I said, that day in the hospital about your dad-"
"No, we certainly don't Sherlock. I would love it if you never spoke about that again. Or ever brought up any of your deductions about him and I or my childhood at all." I told him and set the bag on the floor before going to pull the blankets off of the bed so it looked like I was getting in it.
"I disagree. We need to talk about things." He told me and I just sighed.
"Sherlock-"
"No Molly. This is important. This is what made you who you are, and I want to apologize for speaking ill like I didn't know what you went through. I know how hard it was for you. I can only guess how it has affected you long term-"
"Sherlock, enough." I begged and he moved closer, taking my arm and pulling me closer to his body at the end of the bed.
"It's not enough. I have to apologize. I have to make it right. I never want you to worry about Rosie or John again. I am prepared to put you and Rosie first if he ever messes up-"
"Sherlock... you said John was going to get better. You were lying?"
"Even I can't predict what his triggers might be. We both know mine. John is different. He may relapse and he may be sober for the rest of his life. We both know that his sister can't stay sober to save her life or anyone of importance. She rarely visits so she won't be a problem what so ever for him, but will he have troubles on his wedding anniversary, or on the anniversary of Mary's death- I don't know." He told me and I just sighed and looked away.
"Sherlock, please stop talking about this. I am so tired. I worked all week-"
"Molly... please. Just listen to me. You are the only woman I have ever wanted to be with. In any way. I wanted to be your boyfriend, your fiancé and your husband. I could possibly want to be the father of our children-"
"Sherlock-"
"No Molly. I have put off this conversation for long enough. Neither of us are getting any younger, you didn't save any eggs and if we do want kids-"
"Sherlock enough." I put my foot down, raising my voice before shaking my head. "You need to leave my room, maybe the house until tomorrow when we leave." I opened my mouth to tell him to go but he grabbed my chin, pulled it up and to his lips and he kissed me hard. Our tongues mingled and clashes, our teeth scraped but not painfully so. His hands moved from my face and down my back, rest just above my bum and he pulled my body flush with his. He kissed me for what felt like hours, and when we needed air he rested his forehead on mine and I felt my now raw lips pulse.
"I am not going anywhere. I am yours now Molly Hooper, and you better deal with that." Sherlock told me before he took off his coat, tossed it on the chair beside my small table in my room and started to roll up his sleeves. "Now, from what I have read I need to go do the dishes from dinner to get in your good graces, you get in bed and sleep on the fact that I am going nowhere." He gave my forehead a peck before going to the door and closing it and I just stood there for a moment.
Somehow I laid back in bed, thinking about what had happened, how things have changed. I fell asleep alone in bed, sounds of things shifting around in the kitchen quite loudly.
But I awoke with a hand on my waist, holding me tightly and I just kept still until I felt him shift even closer, pulling me into his chest and I took a moment for myself, wondering if this was a one off, that tomorrow he would have changed his mind again, that he would leave and pretend that this didn't happen... all over again.
"Stop staring, I am not going anywhere." He mumbled out when I was deciding to get up but I had to look at his sleeping face for just 0one more moment.
"So you say... but I need to get up and get breakfast ready." I told him and he hummed before opening his eyes just slightly. "Means you have to get your hands off my waist, you're holding me tight." I told him and he groaned like a child before holding his hands up and away from my body.
I got up, slipping my slippers on before going right to the other side of the room before he was sitting up as well and hugging me tight to his chest. "The bed got cold instantly." He whispered and I gulped and looked back to him.
"Before Rosie sees us like this please let me go, no need to get her more confused about what is going on the day she should be so happy to see her dad." I told him and pushed his hands off of me before going right into the kitchen. I got to the fridge and got some eggs working before Rosie woke up. Sherlock had showered and met her at her room, picking her up and smiling and asking her about her night as we put her in the high chair before looking up at me.
"I am sure you can shower now love." He told me once he realized I was done eating.
"I will shower after I clean up." I told him and he moved to take my plate.
"I will clean, you shower, the faster we are all ready to go the faster we can get on the road." He told me and started the water again. I looked to Rosie and she was stuffing her face and set her fork down, giving me a smile that showed off all the food being squished around in her mouth.
I took my shower, loving the fact that there was more hot water, I got dressed and did my hair before going out and looking around for the two before realizing Sherlock was trying to pick out Rosie's clothes and she was being a tad difficult. Shaking her head at every unmatching outfit and I giggled when he held up bright green tights with a pink shirt and she noticed me and called my name before running to me and asking me to get her outfit picked out.
I got her nice pink dress with white tights before her pink and black shoes before she asked me to do her hair as well. "I guess I will just go get the bags and put them in the car." He told me before going right to my bedroom.
I got her hair in pigtails quick and then she got on a little black coat before we were headed out. We drove in silence mostly, Rosie singing along with her favorite ones before she was asking if we were close every 10 minutes.
"We are here." Sherlock basically jumped out of the car and I giggled and high fived Rosie as he moved to get her out. He shot me an annoyed look and as we checked into the hotel we also got some ideas to eat dinner.
"Can we see daddy now?" She looked at both of us once we got back in the car.
"You got it little one. Where did you think we were going?" Sherlock asked her and she giggled and told him to drive to daddy.
She was so happy to see her dad, at least she was too young to really know what was going on, she might never remember this whole thing. I always wished that my father had gotten clean... but he never did, not for too long though. I looked around the building, feeling somewhat like I had been here before, but as we got to a waiting room as John was paged I realized why I felt like I had.
It was because this is where my dad was when I was only 15. He was only here 3 months before checking out himself and coming home. He was sober for almost 6 months. I worked my jaw and had bad thoughts about what would happen with John when he got out, but looking at Sherlock's worried face I realized one other thing. John was not my father, he was his own person, with his own triggers.
I sat there hating my own mind as John and Rosie said their hellos and I got up and walked slowly behind, Sherlock pausing to walk beside me.
"What's going on?" He asked me and I just looked away. "Tell me Molly."
"My dad was here." I told him and he looked around. "They let people just walk out of here... like they don't actually have a job." I turned away from John and Rosie and shook my head.
"That's why I suggested this place for John. I didn't know about your father being here... but the fact that he can walk out of here whenever he thinks he can before they say his treatment is over with, and he has stayed, and he will." Sherlock told me and I licked my lips.
"How could you know that?" I asked and he pulled me with him, slowly.
"Because while your dad did love you... and I am not saying this to hurt you in any way. John needs to live for his daughter. Look at them. He needs her. She's the last bit of Mary." He turned me and I set my eyes on both of them, Rosie on Johns lap, talking animatedly and I just smiled at them.
"He's going to do just fine when he is over with everything." I told him and Sherlock nodded proudly behind me before he kissed my cheek. "Let's go sit with them."