Sherlock's father opens Sherlock's bedroom door.
"Son. I think we to have a man to man talk." He entering Sherlock's room.
Molly was walking up to the big house doors of the Holmes home. She stood there for a couple minutes. Debating if she should knock or not. She finally decided to knock. No one answered right away and as she went to knock again the door swung open.
"You finally decided to stop by." Mycroft smiled.
"Come in Ms. Hooper." Molly stepped into the house removing her jacket.
"I'll let Sherlock know your here." Mycroft said heading up the stairs.
Molly looked around the room she was in. It's been a long time since she had been here last.
"You should of kept your coat on." Sherlock said coming down the stairs. He didn't even let her have the chance to look at his face. Molly left he coat and followed after Sherlock.
"Sherlock!" molly sped up her walk to catch up to him. "Sherlock look at me please." Sherlock stopped. He slowly turned to look at her. She didn't say anything just walked up to him and touched his face.
"Sherlock I came here to apologize about what happen today." Sherlock looked at her confused.
"The... Kiss.." Sherlock made an Oh with his mouth.
"Molly you don't have to apologize about it." He walked closer to her, making her walk backwards. "There's no reason to if it didn't offended me." Sherlock kept coming closer to her. She had her back up against a tree. Sherlock put his good hand of the tree next to the side of her face.
"There is really no need for it..." Sherlock paused. "when I didn't mind it..." he paused again. "I enjoyed it really... well i mean it was good... well no it felt good.. Just never mind." Sherlock looked to the ground. Molly smiled.
"Then why do you just get another." Sherlock looked at her. Looking into her eye's, reading her feelings, and mood.
"I don't know if it will be right." Molly giggled.
"Sherlock." Molly put a hand on his cheek.
"You just think to much sometimes." Molly said inching their faces closer.
"Thinking is what i do best." Sherlock said looking at Molly's eyes then her lips.
"No your best at being a git." Molly connected their lips together. She pulled away to let Sherlock like for a seconded. Molly went to kiss him again when instead Sherlock's met hers first.
"Look at him our son is growing up." his father looked at the to young adults out by the tree.
"Honey he is still a little boy." his mother throwing dishes in the sink but not hard enough to break things.
"Sweetie you just got to stop looking at him in the way of a child." He kissed his wife on the cheek.