"Molly?" I watched Sherlock take Rosie to get yet another pudding before looking at John with my eyes downcast.
"Yes?" I looked away, wondering if anyone had wanted to come and check in or even whisk him away for a moment. But no such luck.
"I really need to talk and apologize to you." John said and I gulped and looked back at Sherlock and Rosie, they were not coming back right away.
"John-"
"Molly please just let me. I know I said some stupid shitty things the day you took Rosie from me. And you had every right to take her. I am a shit father, and I am so glad that you love her so much that you would take her for her own safety. I am a shit father, and I am shit friend. And I know you're going to get mad that Sherlock told me, but I needed to know why you got so hurt. So he told me about your father, and I need to make a promise to you Molly." I finally looked at him. Watching his eyes as he moved closer.
"If Sherlock told you everything then you know most promises are always broken, even Sherlock himself has broken promises of staying clean." I told him and he took a deep breath.
"This is a vow then. If I relapse at any point in the next 30 years besides a sip of wine or a champagne at any celebration... I will sign my rights to Rosie over to you and come back here. I am not leaving this facility before my treatment is done. Sherlock told me I could leave when I wanted, but if I did then I would never get Rosie back. So, I am staying here, going through the motions of every AA meeting and everything they are trying to get me to find a hobby. Even tried knitting." He gave a short laugh and rubbed his chin and looked over my head. "Rosie is my last piece of Mary. And I will never lose her again."
"I wish you luck in your sobriety John... but I have been hurt too many times by different kinds of replases and to be honest you're going to have to show me and not just tell me." I told him and he nodded slowly.
"I guess Sherlock is doing the same?" He asked me and I shrugged.
"I don't depend on him to get clean. He doesn't have children or people to look after. You have Rosie." I told him and he nodded slowly yet again before looking over my shoulder.
"She seems so happy with you. And the way she was talking it seemed like Sherlock and you are spending a lot more time together." John muttered very lightly and I blushed hard thinking about this morning and how he was holding me so tight.
"He says that he wants to be my fiancé and husband and father of my children." I scoffed and he seemed to choke on his own spit before pounding on his own chest.
"He said what? When?" He sputtered out and I just sighed.
"Last night if you could believe it. Even told me that I was his now, and that he was never leaving." I looked over my shoulder when I felt his eyes and he and Rosie were making their way back slowly.
"What?" He asked again and we stayed quiet as John seemed to process everything I had said, and when Sherlock sat beside me and not over near him, and put his arm around my shoulders.
"So you told him." Sherlock addressed Johns stunned state and I just bit my lip and took moments before Sherlock nodded at John.
"You proposed? You're getting married?" John asked and while Sherlock nodded like it made sense I shook my head.
"Yes we are Molly." Sherlock said and I set my glare on him and he set his own look back on me.
"You did not ask me to marry you. You said what you wanted, but you never asked what I did. And I get that you might just know what I want... you never asked. And asking is the most important part." I told him and before I was too far into ripping Sherlock a new one Rosie was asking me to take her to the loo and I was up and out of the way of the two men and their stunned faces before making sure that she did her business and washed her hands before we returned.
"How about we go outside then little one?" Sherlock asked her and John nodded and gave a cheer before taking Rosie onto his shoulders and walking out with her cheering loudly that they had a little swing set for her to play on. "Molly-"
"No Sherlock. I am not marrying you until you get down on one knee with a ring and ask me like any man. That is my condition." I cut him off when he grabbed my left hand and made me stop walking.
"A ring, on just one knee and ask you?" He asked and I nodded back at him and he seemed to take it in stride before he nodded a couple times before we went and sat down. John was called away for all of 10 minutes, being granted the time to come to a dinner with us but expected back tonight before 7. He came back and told me before going to tell Sherlock and Rosie.
After she was calmed down I saw Sherlock and John talking, and Sherlock came to tell me that John wanted to go to dinner now, so he was going to get his things and meet us out front. I got Rosie into her seat and Sherlock said John wanted to sit with her more and I just went towards the front.
Sherlock held my hand the entire way to the best restaurant in town. It was a new sensation to have him touching me all the time, and when we sat down I saw their small trade off and I was confused as I sat beside Rosie and Sherlock and John was across from me.
We ate and it was the first time in months that I didn't have to feed Rosie. John did it happily, playing with her just a bit to make her eat even her greens. I got up to go to the loo just before they were all done and I waited my turn, coming back to a large cake on the table with a 'congratulations' on it and I looked to John and gave a smile, but his smile was aimed at me, as was Rosie's clapping and Sherlock simply got up, stood in front of me before getting right down on his knee, producing an all too familiar ring and his mouth was moving and I knew what he was asking.
"Sherlock-"
"I believe you said all I had to do was ask with a ring on one knee. That was your deal. So you have to agree Molly Hooper." He urged and took my left hand and slipped the ring on. Everyone around us clapped and whistled loudly. He stood up, pulling me in, and while I didn't say yes, and I did feel pressured into this, it was something I wanted.
I felt his lips on mine, and I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him close and his own hands went around to my shoulders and held me just as tight. He pulled back slowly, giving me one last peck before he moved to pull out my chair for me.
"So this was your hand off?" I wiggled Mary's ring on my finger, and while I was sure it was wrong, there was something that felt so right with wearing it. "I was wondering."
"So you saw that?" Sherlock muttered and gave John a look. "Told you she sees everything."
"So when do I get a cousin?" Rosie spoke up and looked at me and then Sherlock before smiling wide. "Or is there already one on the way?" She squealed and I just shook my head.
"You're Uncle Sherlock better say his real vows before any child is on the way." I told her and I heard Sherlock groan loudly before he stood up.
"I have to make a call to my dear brother."
"Sherlock no." I called but he was already on the phone and heading out.
"Seems you'll be getting married sooner than you thought." John laughed and I bit my lip.
"I should not have her ring. This should be something for her when she gets older." I nodded to Rosie and she looked at the ring.
"Sherlock struck a deal. When she gets old enough and it fits her he would buy you a new one. Until then... hold onto it and keep it safe. For her and for Mary." He told me and I saw the way he looked at it on my hand before he nodded slowly and gave me a smile.
We got him back to the facility, and I gave him a long hug and he whispered how sorry he was about everything. That he would not let me down. He would not let me or Rosie or Mary down ever again.
"Show don't tell John." I gave his cheek a kiss and when he went back into the facility, a skip in his step knowing he had to get to writing his best man speech if only to outdo Sherlock at his own wedding.
The next morning when we arrived there were flowers everywhere, there were people rushing about and I just sat in the car as Sherlock got out and told Rosie there was a flower girl dress in her dads room.
Sherlock turned to me and I just shook my head at my soon to be husband as he gave me his smile.
(This is the last of these!)