Author's Note: This is a continuation of the John and Alex Wedding Dance series of chapters. The bunnies are running rampant...
Surrounded By Soulmates
Genre: Family, Friendship, Romance
Pairings: Ensemble pairings
Main characters: Sherlock and Sally
"Do you ever get the feeling that boy is going to move heaven and earth to give our Rosie her perfect fairy tale wedding someday?" Sally asked Sherlock, as they glided around the dance floor. She broke her gaze towards Rosie and Julian dancing across the room, moving her eyes up to look at her husband expectantly.
"Oh, it's more than a feeling, darling," Sherlock responded, smiling. "Greg calls them old souls and I do believe he's correct. If, of course, one were inclined to believe that souls are a real… thing."
"Bollocks, Git. You believe souls are a real thing now. I know you William Sherlock Scott Holmes. I know you inside and out, and I know your heart. You even believe that you and I are soulmates." Sally tightened her grip on Sherlock as they moved gracefully to the music as she smiled up at him.
"Well, maybe… a little bit," he conceded, grinning down at her. Sally's heart skipped a beat as his dimples appeared and his eyes crinkled, making them sparkle gold flecks.
"Does it ever make you think, watching them?" Sally asked wisfully. "I mean, about Michael and Grace. One day they'll be old enough to find their own best friends, like Rosie and Julian over there."
"Or maybe like Molly and Greg, it certainly took them quite some time, but they got there. Or maybe like John and Alex," Sherlock said thoughtfully, "stops and starts and losses, and new beginnings. Or us." He paused then grimaced. "God, I hope not like us."
Sally gave him a sardonic grin. "Yeah. Us. Couldn't see what was right in front of us for a solid year," she said with a small laugh. "Gave everyone at 221 the screaming fits, we did."
"Let's hope like Rosie and Julian then, shall we?" Sherlock responded, raising his hand up to tweak her chin, raising it up to lean down for a kiss. Sally sighed as she returned it with enthusiasm, before breaking it and looking up at him, dark eyes shining.
"You know it's funny, we all thought for sure that the Holmes and Watsons would be joined one day by marriage. Maybe not," Sally said, just before Sherlock swept her into a dip.
As he raised her up, laughing softly, he said, "Well, the balance of probability suggests that John and Alex will have a boy."
"Bollocks," Sally stated with finality. "There you go again, Git, pissing in my ear and telling me it's raining. Not even YOU can deduce with that sort of specificity."
"Well, maybe not," he admitted with a shrug. "But it would be nice for John to have a son, don't you think?" He gazed down at her and smiled his mischievous smile. "We are surrounded by soulmates my beautiful Old Plod, isn't it SO very fortunate that we JUST happen have two children, one a boy, one a girl… Does not the balance of probability in all seriousness suggest that our family and John's will yet be united someday after all?"