A/N: I am so so sorry for how long I've made you wait for part two, please forgive me? I've been getting sorted as school has just started back, and just haven't had time to write :( Enjoy, and as always, reviews are appreciated :)


The Wedding: Part Two

As everyone took their seats at the reception, John stood at his place next to Sherlock. "Oh, I've been waiting to get my own back for ages," John teased, grinning. Next to Sherlock, Molly cringed as she anticipated what was about to happen.

"Well I never. Sherlock Holmes, married," John began, to a round of laughter. "I never thought I'd see the day. Well, that might actually be because he let me think he was dead for a couple of years, but who hasn't done that? Oh, wait, no one!"

The rest of the speech continued in this manner, with Sherlock cringing, Molly blushing, and the guests roaring with laughter, particularly Mary, Greg and Mrs Hudson.

Once the speeches had finished, and the food had been eaten, Sherlock took Molly's hand and guided her towards the dance floor, where the guests were gathering round the edge to watch the first dance.

Stepping into the middle of the dance floor, Sherlock by her side, Molly felt a rush of nerves as she felt everyone's eyes on them. Then, the first notes of the song Sherlock had chosen filled the small room, and it was as though everyone else had disappeared, and it was just her and Sherlock. "Oh!" she gasped as she realised which song he had chosen, and the meaning behind it.

Gently placing his hands on Molly's waist, Sherlock began to guide her around the floor, swaying in time to the music, and keeping his eyes fixed on her. Meanwhile, Mary was almost sobbing in the audience, whilst even John looked as though he was tearing up. "'Just the Way You Are' - it's perfect," Mary said, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.

As the song drew near the end, Sherlock bent his neck and whispered in Molly's ear. "I thought it was an appropriate choice, as you never realise just how amazing you are, Molly Hooper-Holmes."

Hearing her new name, Molly beamed, going onto her tiptoes to give Sherlock a peck, which turned into a rather passionate kiss, at which point Sherlock withdrew slightly, raising an eyebrow pointedly at their audience.

As the DJ stepped in, and the music changed, the first guests began to make their way onto the dance floor, and John and Mary stepped up to congratulate the happy couple. "May I?" John asked, extending his hand towards Molly.

"You may," she replied with a smile, and the pair began to dance.

"Sherlock...married, settled down, it's such a weird concept," John shook his head, chuckling to himself as they danced. "Congratulations though. If anyone control him, it's you."

"Thanks, although I'm not sure about control, more like put up with - the amount of times I've told him not to leave body parts in the fridge!" she replied with a grin. Just then, she spotted Anthea dragging Mycroft across the floor towards them, clearly encouraging him to give his congratulations.

"Ah, I'd better let the new brother-in-law have a dance," John grinned, stepping back from Molly and offering his hand to Anthea.

As John and Anthea waltzed away, Mycroft shifted uncomfortably. "I suppose congratulations are in order, sister dear." There was a pause. "I don't really, you know..." he gestured to the dance floor.

"Dance?" Molly giggled, "Come on, please?"

"Ok, fine, just this once," Mycroft conceded, able to negotiate with world leaders and presidents, but defeated by Molly Hooper-Holmes.

Mycroft turned out to be a surprisingly graceful dancer, something Molly felt the need to comment on. "Just because I choose not to show off like my brother doesn't mean I am any less skilled than he is," Mycroft sniffed, before giving Molly a conspiratorial wink, shooting a cheeky glance in Anthea's direction.

Just then, the music changed from a slow, classical piece to 'The Macarena', wiping the grin off of Mycroft's face, and he promptly escaped to the dessert table, having spotted a rather delicious looking lemon tart.

Fast forward a few hours, and Molly's kitten heels lay discarded at the edge of the dance floor, and most of the guests had left, not that it had been a particularly large wedding to begin with. Now, she was held against her new husband, head on his chest as they slowly swayed almost on the spot. "Molly Hooper-Holmes," Sherlock murmured, smiling at her, and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, gazing into her eyes.

"Yes, husband?" Molly replied with a grin, returning his kiss with one of her own, planted on his cupid bow lips.

"I think it will soon be time for us to leave and depart for our sex holiday, so we can enjoy our wedding night," Sherlock smirked, his impatience barely concealed.

"How many times have I told you, it's a honeymoon, not a sex holiday," Molly giggled, "Although I must admit, I am looking forward to spending a week in Paris with you."

Just as the happy couple were about to attempt to sneak out the back door to the car that was taking them to the airport, they were halted by John and Mary, who were both grinning suspiciously.

"Before you two escape, we wanted to give you your other wedding present," Mary said, holding out a small squarish parcel.

"You didn't have to, you already gave us money towards the honeymoon," Molly replied, taking the present with a smile.

"Oh, believe me, this is far better," John laughed. "Go on, open it up!" Frowning slightly at their friends suspicious behaviour, Sherlock and Molly gave each other a look, then Molly carefully unwrapped the parcel.

As she registered the meaning behind the gift, Molly gasped, tears filling her eyes. Meanwhile, Sherlock was looking confused. "John, why have you given us a book of baby names? Is this some sort of - oh." As he caught up, Molly got herself together enough to speak.

"You think I'm, you think I'm pregnant?" she stuttered, one hand instinctively cradling her stomach. As Sherlock continued to look blank, John spoke up.

"It was Mary who first noticed. When you were at the last dress fitting, you were complaining about it feeling tight. Then, when you all went out for lunch afterwards, you said the smell of fish and chips - your favourite food - was making you feel nauseous. Once she told me about her suspicions, I started to notice the signs too. I've been dying to tell you before he worked it out, return the favour, so to speak," John laughed.

"You can't be certain though," Molly said, although realisation seemed to be dawning on her as she added up the deductions herself.

"Actually, we can. You had your annual check up recently, so I used some of the blood I took to do a pregnancy test, and it was positive," John replied. As Molly began to laugh and gave Mary a hug, John turned to the groom. "Sherlock, mate, are you ok?"

The detective blinked rapidly, swallowed, then spoke. "I'm going to be a father?"

"Yes!" Molly squealed, throwing her arms around her husband, and with that, he seemed to return to his usual self.

"We're going to need to baby-proof Baker Street further, we did it already for Emma, but that isn't going to be enough full-time, and do up John's old room as a nursery, actually -"

"Ssh, we've got months to think about all that," Molly smiled, placing a finger over his lips. "Let's go enjoy our sex holiday first."

"That sounds like a plan," Sherlock replied, placing a protective arm around Molly and escorting her to the car.

Watching their friends heading off, John turned to Mary. "God, I can only imagine the name that kid might get saddled with, if Sherlock chose to be called that over William or Scott..."


A/N: I made you wait this long, so I thought I'd finally introduce Baby Hooper-Holmes XD