Sherlock knocks on Molly's door and grins, a bit of pep in his step today. He had recently been out in the city for a small, easy case and had paused near a luxury jewelry shop. Unable to stop himself, he had purchased a gorgeous antique engagement ring for Molly. Though it was unplanned, it just seemed right. The ring seemed to be calling to him through the case, shouting at him that THIS WAS MOLLY'S RING. Sherlock would have assumed he would be completely out of touch when in that kind of situation, but instead he was in his element, and knew exactly what she would want. Patting his pocket to make sure that the ring is secure for the fifteenth time since showing up, he knocks again and hears her shout "come in!"

Strolling in, he sees Molly on her living room floor, gift wrap, tape, and present surrounding her and nearly covering the floor. He laughs softly and hangs up his Belstaff, going over to her. She is in sweats and her dad's old tee. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and her glasses are slightly slipped down on her nose. "Molly, this is a bit overboard. Who are all of these for?"

Molly looks up at him and slips her glasses back up her nose. "Who do you think, silly. Most of them are for Rosie and Maisie. But I also got some for Meena and David, John, Mrs. Hudson, Greg, and Mike. I got you a few as well, but luckily, I have already wrapped them.

"Wow…well, that's a lot. I suppose I have some shopping to do to catch up."

Molly smiles and gently pulls him down on the floor with her. "No you don't. I like giving during Christmastime. Plus, my real gift this year is you", she grins cutely.

Sherlock brushes his thumb across her cheek and kisses her softly. Molly's eyes slip closed, and she melts into him for a moment before they pull away. "I don't think I'm much of a gift, however, I am happy you feel that way."

"I'll always feel that way, Sherlock. I love you with all my heart." Her eyes twinkle, the Christmas tree lights reflecting in her shining brown orbs.

Sherlock nervously tugs at his shirt sleeves before taking both of her hands in his. "Molly..."

"Yes?", she smiles sweetly and inquisitively at him.

Sherlock clears his throat. "Oh boy…alright…"

"Sherlock…hey, what's up?", she cups his cheek.

He takes her hand again and kisses it. "I was running around on this stupid case today, and I came across a small shop, and something just totally grabbed my attention. It wasn't expected, or planned, but it did. When I went in to see what it was, I realized that it was everything I needed because well…you're everything I need. I quickly concluded that I don't want to live without you, and that the shop called to me for a reason. It made me stop and really think.

Molly looks at him in confusion. "I-…I don't really understand. What did you see?"

Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, he gently eases her up to stand and brings her over to the fireplace which she had lit today. Molly peers at him, bewildered.

Sherlock slowly bends down onto one knee and stares up at her as he slips a burgundy velvet box out of his pocket. Molly's eyes widen like saucers and she covers her mouth. "Sh-Sherlock..wh-what.."

He brings it into view and gently opens the box, a gorgeous platinum and diamond sparkly ring, reflecting the beautiful light from the fire. "I saw this…I saw this ring and I immediately knew. I knew that it was yours, that I wanted you, that I wanted this, that I want our future. That…I want you to be my wife, and I'd do anything to be your husband. Molly Hooper, will you marry me?"

Molly's sparkling eyes fill with tears and she gasps. "Oh my God…oh my God, Sherlock…yes. Yes, yes!", she cries. "A million times, yes." Molly hugs him tightly and cries happily. Sherlock beams and holds her close, peppering her head with kisses, before lifting her chin and kissing her with love. Molly brings her hands up to cup his face and kisses back passionately. Chuckling softly, Sherlock pulls away.

"Your ring. I-…let me put it on you. Do you like it?"

Molly holds out her hand giddily and sniffles. "Oh, it's absolutely gorgeous Sherlock. I love it. I love you. So much."

"Good, I just had a strong feeling that you would. I love you too Molly. Always." Sherlock gently slips the ring onto her finger, and it fits perfectly. She begins to tear up again and he brushes the tears away with his thumbs. "Don't cry. Ok? It's alright, I promise."

Molly laughs softly and hugs his middle, laying her head on his chest. "They're happy tears, love. I promise. I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am right in this moment. I can't wait to marry you. Plus, if you don't want anything big, I'm perfectly happy with a small personal wedding with our friends", she murmurs, peeping up at him.

"I think that would be perfect. Although, I want you to have the type of wedding you've always been dreaming of. With those silly little floral archways, and the twinkly white lights at sunset."

"How did you know about that?"

Sherlock smirks. "I am known to have my methods, future Mrs. Holmes."

Molly giggles and softly slaps his chest. "No, seriously."

"I may have peeked at your old journal before. Sorry."

"Sherlock!"

"I'm sorryyy."

Rolling her eyes, she pecks his lips. "I may have an early gift for you as well. Though I must warn you, it's nothing as great as an engagement ring."

Sherlock grins. "Oh, really?"

"Well, I was at the store and honestly I got it as a little bit of a joke, but I thought that maybe some day it could actually come in handy for something, maybe. If you don't like it, you can take it back I just…I don't know."

"Well let's see it then."

Molly grabs a pretty big sized rectangle box and hands it to him. It's a bit heavy. She chews her lip nervously. Sherlock unwraps it and laughs, looking it over. "A telescope?"

"Welll…yes. A little birdie told me years ago that someone needed a bit more knowledge of the stars and solar system so I thought hey, maybe a telescope would be a good way to learn. It comes with this cool book too that you can identify different things with. I get a twinkly ring, and you get twinkly stars!"

Sherlock grins and kisses her. "Molly, that was very thoughtful. Quite funny and true, too. Thank you."

"Really? Because I wasn't sure if you'd actually like it or not. If you don't it's totally okay."

Sherlock gently pulls her close. "Molly, it's great. I should widen my knowledge because you're right. You never know when I'll need it. Plus it might be fun for us to both look some time."

She nods and rubs his chest. "I'm…I'm so lucky that I get to marry you."

"As am I."

"Now, gorgeous, sexy, wonderful fiancé…will you help me wrap some gifts?"

Sherlock snorts and smiles at her. "Using flattery to get me to do something, such a wife move, Moll."

Molly laughs and tugs his hand, bringing him back over to her makeshift wrapping station. "C'mon, pleaseee?"

"Oh, alright. Just because I love you so much."

"Yes, you do", she smirks.