Another prompt fill on Tumblr. This was inspired by one of my favorite headcanons, so I hope you like it!
She'd only been gone for two hours when her phone beeped with an incoming text message.
Bored. Come to 221B immediately. –SH
A second came not ten seconds later.
Please. –SH
She giggled at her overly-dramatic boyfriend (and though he'd scoff at the term, that's what he was), typing out a quick reply.
I can't, Sherlock. Mum and I are having a girls' weekend. I told you that already. It's only two days. –Mxx
She thought that would be the end of it. Surely Sherlock would wrangle John into joining him on some dangerous venture involving smuggling rings, the Italian mafia, and a priceless Victorian heirloom. She fully expected to return home to find that Sherlock hadn't even noticed her absence.
She found herself sorely mistaken five hours later when he sent the next one.
Your feline companion is hungry. He keeps rubbing against me expecting food. –SH
Well feed him, then! :P –Mxx
She could picture Sherlock rolling his eyes at her use of an emoji but sent him another message before he could respond.
His food is in the cupboard, right below the crisps. Just fill up his bowl and he should be happy! –Mxx
Very well. Come home soon. –SH
Love you! –Mxx
Yes, yes, I know. The sentiment is returned. –SH
Molly grinned. Sherlock rarely spoke of his feelings aloud, and even this small concession was a huge step in their relationship.
Her phone remained silent for the rest of the evening, leaving Molly to enjoy her rare alone time with her mother. (If Molly checked her phone every so often, disappointed when there were no new messages, well, that was her business, no one else's.)
In fact, she didn't hear from her consulting detective until the next afternoon. She and her mum were huddled on the sofa watching a romantic comedy when her mobile dinged. She scrambled for it, falling into a heap on the floor in her haste. (Her mother just raised an eyebrow and returned her attention to the film.)
Tobias is desperate for affection. He keeps jumping into my lap and purring. –SH
Aww! It just means he loves you, Sherlock! :D –Mxx
Well he is hindering my ability to solve a case. How do I make him go away? –SH
Molly frowned as she read his response. Sherlock's disdain for her cat had been a sore spot in the early days of their relationship, but he had since grown, perhaps not fond of Toby, but certainly accepting of his importance to her.
Pet him for a while and then give him one of those treats he loves. –Mxx
And you promised you were going to try getting along with Toby. –Mxx
Molly hoped the message relayed her immense disappointment.
He was quiet for several minutes, and Molly had just moved to set the phone aside when it chimed again. Instead of text this time, however, he had sent her a picture. Molly grinned as she stared at her beloved cat curled up next to Sherlock's leg on their sofa. Toby's eyes were closed and he looked content as Sherlock's hand rested his back.
Molly gazed lovingly at the photograph for a few seconds before she was jerked back to the present by her mother's excited squeal. "How adorable!" she yelled as she tore the phone from Molly's grasp. The pathologist just smirked at the older woman's enthusiasm.
The rest of Molly's weekend sped by, her relaxation interspersed periodically with messages from Sherlock. He made no further mention of Toby, and Molly chose not to ask.
The next evening, she rushed up the stairs to 221B, anxious to see her boyfriend. She was surprised by how fiercely she missed him. They had only been separated for two days, after all.
She pushed open the door (she'd have to talk to Sherlock – again – about remembering to lock it) and stopped short at the sight that befell her eyes when she walked into their bedroom.
Sherlock laid on the bed, his eyes closed as he breathed deeply in and out in slumber. Toby was cuddled against him, squeezed into the space between the detective's chin and chest. Both of their noses twitched as they napped, and Toby purred pleasurably as he rearranged himself to snuggle closer to Sherlock.
Molly beamed at the pair, her heart melting as she gazed upon her two men. She snapped a quick photograph to use as her wallpaper, already knowing that Sherlock would deny the exchange ever happened unless she confronted him with irrefutable proof.
Dropping her bag by the door, Molly quickly undressed and crawled under the sheets next to Sherlock, softly kissing his cheek. His arm reached out to pull her closer, like he sensed her presence even in sleep.
As she drifted off, Molly couldn't stop herself from smiling. No matter how unconventional they might be, this was her family, and she wouldn't trade them for anything.
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