Molly laughs uncontrollably as Sherlock chases her around the house. "Sherlock no! I'm ticklish!"

Sherlock snorts and smirks devilishly, finally catching up to her and scooping her into his arms. This makes her squeal in joy and excitement, giggling as she wraps her arms around his neck. "Okay, okay, no more tickling!", he chuckles deeply and carries her over to the sofa. Sitting down, he remains holding her close in his arms, cuddling her as they begin to flip channels.

Molly grins and kisses his cheek. She's wearing blue plaid pajama pants, an oversized white tee, and her dark rimmed glasses. He hair is down around her shoulders. Sherlock is also in comfy clothes; grey sweatpants and a blue tee. "I'm glad we could both have a lazy day and enjoy New Year's Eve together. I'm especially looking forward to my midnight kiss this year", she beams.

"Oh, are you now?", he smiles handsomely and kisses her cheek back. "I'm sure you've had one before though. I haven't."

"No, I actually haven't. Usually my boyfriends would all break up with me long before New Year's. So I guess this is something super special that we can both share. Our first New Year's Eve midnight kiss."

"Well then I am looking forward to it as well, Mrs. Holmes."

Molly smiles brightly and nuzzles his neck, breathing him in. "Have I mentioned just how much I love being your wife?"

"Mhh, once or twice. Have I mentioned how much I love being your husband?"

"Mhm, on many an occasion, Mr. Holmes."

"I really love you, Molly. I just want to say /again/, how sorry I am for being so foolish all those years…for...for…", he sighs and trails off.

"Sherlock, I know. I forgive you and we are in a very good place now. That's all that matters. I really love you too."

"But that's just the thing, Moll. You have loved me for so long openly. You have helped me, aided me, guided me, and grounded me. Even when I was at my most vulnerable and had absolutely nobody to lean on, I did, because I had you. And for so many years I took advantage of having you a part of my life. I began to just expect that you would always be here. When I came back from being…dead…and you were engaged, I really felt an entire part of myself break. I tried to ignore it at the time, which was my next mistake, but I ignored how much I loved you. I ignored it because I selfishly thought that keeping you safe from me and everything I come with was a lot better than succumbing to you, and getting you hurt. But I realize now that friends and love…they do in fact protect people. Not isolation. And I just need you to know how much of an impact you made on me, even in the times I was a total asshole to you and did not deserve you in any respect. I may be a famous detective with an international reputation, but I've realized something lately. There would be no Sherlock Holmes today, without Molly Hooper. You were a constant force of tenderness, and you legitimately saved my life on at least three occasions; two of those unfortunately being my own fault with…recreation…but regardless of how angry you were, you brought me back to health anyway. You did things for me that nobody else would, not even John at times. I truly would not be here without you, and I can never repay you for that. In the same way that I can never repay Mary for it. I've never considered myself special enough to save, and to this day I will never be able to repay either of those debts, Molly. I never deserved any of you saving me, but yet you all did…I was the fool that got myself into those situations, but you, and John, and Mary…you saved me anyway. I don't think I'll ever understand why, because I was a horrid person back then, and I didn't deserve it."

Molly tears up a bit and plays with his fingers. "Sherlock you did deserve it, because if you didn't, there would be no future for you, or for us. You deserved it because everyone makes mistakes, and everyone has times where they are very flawed. Everyone has a bad year or two, or more. I know better than anyone how much life can drain you and beat you down to your worst. Despite everything you have acted as, or been called, or tried to be, you are still human. I still love you, and I always will. I don't ever regret helping you or saving you. I could always tell when it was serious because I could see genuine fear and worry in your eyes. I always knew when you were acting versus when you were not, even if I didn't let on that I knew. Those times…I hated seeing you so scared. I knew you'd pull the tough act after the fact; you did have a reputation to uphold. When you came back from Serbia…after the kiss we shared before you left, and then being engaged to Tom for while…when I saw you, all my feelings came back to me like a tsunami. They just washed back over me. When you came to my house the next day and asked me to clean your horrible whip and chain wounds, I was so heartbroken for you...I know you probably noticed me crying. Nobody deserved that, not even at your worst could you have deserved that. Your pain, and then John being angry at you, and just knowing that you did it for your friends and how selfless all of that situation was on your part…I felt for you. I think was the moment I knew that my feelings for you would never ever leave again.

The thing was, when you were gone, I did genuinely fall for Tom, and our relationship was nice. I didn't want to let that go so easily, because…well…you know how much I wanted a future with someone, and maybe a family. But after John and Mary's wedding, and seeing how happy and blissful they were, I knew that I would never feel that way with Tom. I just wouldn't, and it would be a charade, which was not fair to either him or myself. Whether you would ever love me or not…I couldn't ruin his life. So I took a leap of faith by breaking it off with him. I knew I'd never truly get over you, and I was slowly going to make peace with that. Then for awhile everything was just a mess. Rosie was born and Mary died, and John was a wreck, and you…you were on death's door with all the drugs. Between taking care of Rosie and making sure John didn't do anything he regret, I detoxed you, because I wasn't going to let you die too. Of course I didn't do much of a great job with John since I had to basically stitch you from his punches. Another thing you didn't deserve but um…that was a bad time for everyone.

My entire point is that you have been through hell, Sherlock. The depths of hell could easily compare to some of the shit you've been dragged through, and I'm so sorry for that. So yes, despite your flaws I always would be there for you, because you needed that. No matter my feelings, you were my friend. I wasn't going to let you die out of spite. You were never meant to die, because we were meant to find our way to each other. To right now. And I couldn't be more thankful for that."

Sherlock wraps his arms around her and nuzzles her neck quietly. "Those scars on my back are hideous…" Molly strokes his curls soothingly. "They're battle scars, and you survived. That's all that matters", she whispers quietly and hold him. After a few moments just relishing in their silent togetherness, Sherlock lifts his head and cups her face, kissing her tenderly yet powerfully, pouring all the passion he has ever felt into it. Molly gasps a bit in surprise, but quickly settles into it, brushing her tongue against his softly.

Only once the need for oxygen is dire do they pull away, breathless and flushed. Sherlock is the one to speak first. "It's…outstanding how you have no idea how utterly incredible you are. You are so selfless and loving, and…and…I just love you so much."

Molly grins cutely and gently puts her forehead on his, her eyes gazing into his. "Thank you for appreciating me. I love you more than anything, and as I said before, I can't believe we've made it to this point. I never even imagined that it would happen for real and I'm over the moon in love with you, especially now. You're the best man I know, Sherlock."

Sherlock smiles and kisses her softly. "Mm…well you may love me a little more when I tell you they have an open delivery slot for Chinese takeaway."

Molly gasps and beams. "Yes, finally! Hurry up and order, hurry!", she giggles. "They're always super busy on New Years Eve, so I am sure it will take awhile to get here anyway."

He nods and orders all of their favorites quickly, his thumbs flying across his screen. Molly hugs his arm and finds an interesting true crime show for them to watch. Once the food was ordered, they get cozy and watch telly. Sherlock, in classic style, gets a bit too interested in it and begins deducing all of the ways the murder could have taken place. Molly laughs a bit and rolls her eyes, used to this by now. During the times that he is quiet however, she just gazes at his facial features and not only how handsome he is, but how invested he gets in things that he genuinely cares about. She slowly interlocks their fingers, and he glances over at her. "Molly? What's wrong?"

"Wrong? Nothing. Nothing's wrong."

He kisses her temple and holds her close. "Are you sure? You look worried."

"No..no...just…adoring you", she chuckles lightly.

"Mhm...okay, whatever you say."

Hours later they are cartons deep into Chinese food and battling to see whose deductions are better on another crime show. Once that one ends, it's nearly time for the New Year's countdown. Molly hops off the sofa. "I'll be right back."

"Okay", he shrugs.

Molly returns a few minutes later and she's wearing a sweatshirt. She settles back in and looks at him.

"Molly, why are you acting so weird?"

"Me? I'm not."

"You are."

"Not."

"Am. Come on, just tell me."

"Alright…", she sighs and blushes, looking up at him. "Well you know how I said that you were the best man that I know?"

"Yes…why, do you want to take it back? Because I'd get that", he laughs.

"No! Shhh stop that. No…you are the best man I know, but you're also the best husband. I mean that with all my heart."

Sherlock blushes and looks at her lovingly. "I know you do..."

Molly takes a deep breath and chews her lip. "Erm...well…", she hesitates a bit. On the TV the New Years countdown starts and chanting is heard in the background.

Ten…nine…eight…seven…

"I think you will also make the best daddy."

Six…five…four…

"Wh-what?", Sherlock stares at her for a moment as she takes out a little white onesie from the pocket of her sweatshirt, and a pregnancy stick that is positive. The onesie says, "Daddy's Junior Consulting Detective." Sherlock tears up and reads it. "Molly are…are you…!?"

Three…two…one…

"Yes…I'm pregnant, Sherlock", she tears up and beams.

"Happy New Year!", the TV howls.

"Oh my God, we're having a baby!" Sherlock leans forward and kisses her deeply and slowly, cupping her face. Molly pulls away after a moment, sniffling. Sherlock strokes her tears away.

"Ohh Molls, I'm thrilled. Really, I'm so so happy."

"I-I didn't know if it was too soon, and I was so nervous and you never deduced it, so I wasn't even sure if I was until I took three tests and…I am. I'm so happy too", she cries softly with joy.

Sherlock hugs her tightly and murmurs into her ear gently. "I guess our wish lists do come true after all. This is going to be the best year ever."

Molly giggles. "And I guess a New Year's kiss isn't the only special thing we will share."

He grins and kisses her again, eager for the future that awaits them and their little family.