Sherlock awakens to find Molly still curled into his side. He smiles sleepily, but fondly as he strokes hair from her face. He doesn't think that he will ever know why she gave him a chance. This is a woman who is brilliant as much as she is kind, and he considers himself lucky that he even got the chance. After nearly a decade of knowing her, and of course, her waiting around for him to catch up with his emotions, he finally got the opportunity to be in a relationship with her. Something that he had previously believed idiotic and trivial. Looking back down at her peaceful form, he is more thankful than ever that Eurus had happened. If she hadn't, he supposes that he still would not have had to face his real feelings for Molly Hooper. Now they are even more complicated than ever, yet there is nothing more that he, Sherlock Holmes, would want in his life than a chance to further their future. Crazy right? Who ever would have thought that Sherlock freaking Holmes would be thinking of marriage, or of children? But this woman, this amazing woman, brought so much light and realization into his life that it's almost impossible to not think about.

He had once said that his only vow would be to John and Mary. In hindsight, his word does not hold much weight anymore, as he had taken John's advice after Mary died. John had told him that romantic entanglement would complete him as a human being, and that Mary had made him the man that she already believed he was. John was right. This time with Molly had made Sherlock's life worth living. More than cases, more than legwork. He no longer had to search for multiple distractions or use his seven percent solution. Never again, because he had Molly. To distract him, to love him, to heal him, to keep him right. Sherlock had Molly, and he finally knows the true meaning of emotional context, and of love. Something he previously never would have believed to be a necessity in one's life.

However, John was also correct in another, deeper way. He had told Sherlock that all of this, the happiness, the love, the peace; that it is gone before you know it. Sherlock knows that of course; he has seen enough death in his lifetime to know that the cases he goes on are usually younger victims. Not only murders but accidents usually involve younger victims as well. Nobody ever truly knows what the next day will hold. Hell, Sherlock knows that personally, as many times as he has been on the brink of death. That's why he must do this. That's why he needs to stop being a baby and actually have a talk with Molly. Especially after what happened last night. The last thing he wants is for her to be worried or nervous or regretful.

As Molly begins to stir beneath the sheets, Sherlock presses a soft kiss to her head and murmurs in his deeply baritone voice. "Good Morning my love, sleep well?"

Molly smiles softly, her eyes still closed. "Mhm…I do with you always", her eyes flutter open softly to stare into his ocean-colored ones.

"Good", he mutters, pulling her body closer against him. "Look I…I want to have a conversation with you…without er...skirting around it. That's something my old self would do, and I just...I don't want to be that way. I want to know that I can speak to you directly.

Molly nods slowly and sits up slightly, pulling the sheet over her breasts and blushing. "Oh…um...yeah, I-I suppose we should." She draws her lower lip between her teeth the way she does when she's worried.

"Please don't be worried. Really", he says quietly, cupping her face in his warm hands.

"Alright…well I suppose you want to talk about what happened last night…"

"Well yes…"

Molly swallows and fiddles with her hands. "We both know we didn't use protection, so I guess the question is, what's the next step…"

"Nothing. Nothing is the next step. I mean…if that's what you want to. Molly it's no secret that you've always wanted to be a mother. And recently I realized that you're the only woman I would ever want to be a father alongside. So if you like, I'd want to see if…anything transpires from last night. If it does, I'd be very grateful, and I'd be there. I swear I'd be a doting father. I mean geez…I know my parents would go off the deep end with excitement because I hardly assume they think they'd ever be grandparents, but then there is, of course...the fact that the child would have my DNA and all that that entails—mmph"

Molly cuts him off with a gentle, yet searing kiss before pulling away softly. "I would love to have a baby with you, Sherlock", she tears up happily. "I was going to try to talk to you about it as well, and then of course last night just…happened."

Sherlock grins brightly and laughs deeply, the way Molly loves. She giggles softly and wraps her arms around his neck. He returns by snaking his arms around her middle and drawing her close to him, nuzzling his face into her neck. "I suppose we will just have to have hope. Isn't that what you say to me when things happen that I don't account for?"

She nods and beams at him, stroking his curls. "I'm not worried about your DNA. If anything it will be a gift to them. And I know that you know we would never allow our baby to become like Eurus. We would guide them. You know that."

Sherlock takes a shaky breath and nods slowly. "I know, I just…worry. Though as long as we don't have a /Mycroft/, I'll be good."

Molly laughs and soon Sherlock joins her. "Speaking of which, how the hell do you think your brother would react?"

"Ugh God, repelled I assume. Though let's not speak of him in bed, /please/."

She snorts cutely. "Alright, agreed. I do have one more request for you though."

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"My best friend Means is in town this week and she really wants to meet you."

"Ahh…I'm not very good with meeting people, but for you, I'll try my best."

"Thank you."

"For you, Molly Hooper, the world", he smirks handsomely. "See what you do to me?"

"Oh I do, but you secretly love it", he pokes his nose playfully.

"Mhh...God help me, yes I do."