The Sweetest Gift

For all the moms who do their best to show how much they want their kids to succeed by just being there if needed and providing for them even if it's in the smallest way.

Personally, I can't say I have this but I'm highly appreciative of those that can. So this is for you.

much love,

day

It was a day that was reserved for the showing of love and admiration for the struggle a parent; the mother in the equation but for Molly this wasn't an easy feat. Her mother had been there only some of the time. Her most significant memory was in the days of the last for her father's life. She had sat by and watched her interact with her dad and they had shared tea when they had been rushed out of the room through the worse of it.

That really wasn't anything pressing. Molly had worked through university and medical school just to ensure she had enough to get by. She talked with her mother shortly in those days knowing that being in the medical field was not on her mums list of favorite choices that Molly had decided on her own. Nor was a choice in interest in Sherlock Holmes.

From the beginning of their rocky acquaintanceship, to the beginning of their bond as friends and now in a committed relationship. It wasn't ideal in her mum's eyes or mind. Which made it ten times more difficult when she had Ezra in the picture and she had agreed to meet her.

Sherlock had never asked much about Molly's mum. He knew they talked very rarely and that she hadn't doted much on her as a child. Some parents showed their love differently. Sherlock could not say that his had never not loved him. They had misunderstood him as it were a rule with the rest of the people who didn't try to get to know him. However, he had dealt with plenty of worse casualties. He could manage a disgruntled mother or two and had several times before - none of them actually his own.

They had come to an agreement that she wouldn't be meeting Ezra yet. Not as long she was so hostile to either of them. However, it was a completely different story when it came to his own parents. His dad had proposed a late brunch at the Holmes family house in a few weeks.

Sherlock had even made sure to have a conversation about it this morning when he called his mum to talk to her. She had asked about Molly and he had told her about the visit with her mom. She had already been gone by this point so Sherlock had handled the duties of getting Ezra dressed and something to eat (his favorite frosted corn flakes and an apple that he cut up for him).

He got a text from Molly a few hours when Ezra was admiring his train set and waiting to leave for a quick visit with the Watson.

Here at the restaurant. She's running late. Tell Ezra "good morning" for me.

The message spoke little to how Molly was feeling this morning but he was glad to know she was there and she was thinking of them. He shot her a quick text back before joining Ezra for one quick run through the track after which they donned their suit jacket's and approached the door.

"Moll says hello and that she hopes you're having a nice morning. Also this is from her." He grinned before plopping a quick kiss on his head as to which Ezra laughed.

The two left out the door, narrowly missing the mail carrier as he moved about the hall.

Molly's energy was depleted by the time she arrived back at the house. The breakfast with her mother was everything she expected to be. She inquired about her life, Molly handed over the gift she had purchased for her three days ago and told her that she hoped that she would find some use for it. In return her mum dished about the latest gossip in both what she knew around Molly and what was going back on in Ireland where her family was from. Then she asked about the rumor that had been going around about a child in her midst.

"It's not a rumor. I have a son."

"With whom?"

Molly chose to dodge that question. "His name is Ezra and I've had him since he was a baby."

"Molly. What is it you're not telling me?"

Here, she sighed. "It's a long story that concerns someone you're not particularly fond of. I'm trying here, mum." Molly muttered. She looked down at her hands knowing that the best she could do right now was tell her the one thing that she could right now. "It's Sherlock and you know that but it's not what you think it is. He's so much better now since coming back. He didn't know about Ezra until he came to see me. Then it changed, all of it. We're different people."

"How so?" Molly looked over at her mom and didn't see a shred of malice, her face was blank. She didn't know what to do but she made another one of those decisions that her mum didn't approve of. Or she wouldn't, here and now. "You'll see. When's the next time you'll come down? Or we can come to you."

"Sherlock Holmes and a boy in my house?" She laughed but nodded anyways.

Molly took the keys from her purse and unlocked the door. She was quickly rushed once she stepped inside by Ezra. He wrapped his arms around her legs, hugging her. "Moll, I got you something."

"Oh?" She smiled down at him as she ruffled his hair. He nodded enthusiastically before letting her go and dashing off. Molly laughed at him before searching for Sherlock. He was sitting in the chair by her bookshelf. She walked over to him and he gave her a lazy grin. He had known when she came in. He was just waiting for her.

"Hi."

"Hello." He rumbled before taking her hand and pulling her to sit down with him. He pressed his mouth against hers softly as he wrapped his arms around her waist to tuck her against his chest at an angle. "Did you have a good time?"

"I suppose. I made the offer for her to meet Ezra and you. You doesn't like you." She drew in a deep breath.

He chuckled. "I didn't expect her to really. I'm a vile human being."

On some level he was serious, but his tone was amused. Then Ezra came back and climbed up with the help of Sherlock. "For you, Moll." He smiled at her passing over a sheet of paper that was folded over.

"Thank you." She said before unfolding it, focusing on it and missing the look of excitement on both of her boys faces. "What?" She stopped, laughing. This wasn't real? No, she didn't believe the words on the page. "Is this..." She stopped again realizing that she was tearing up again.

"Yes." Sherlock told her reaching over to press a kiss to her head as Ezra looked at his Moll, happily. She was so happy. Lock had told him what the paper was when he grabbed the envelope on the ground when they came back from the Watsons.

It made it legally okay for him to call Lock 'Dad' and Moll "Mummy" if he wanted to. He wanted to but he liked the names he called them and they didn't seem to mind. He did call her as such when she pulled him to him to shower him with kisses. "I love you, Moll. You're my mummy."

"Yes," She giggled her eyes shining as she looked at him. "Yes I am. I love you too, Ezra."

Yes, those were the official adoption papers or the paper stating that Ezra is theirs in the eye of the law. Thought this was a good time to do it. Hope everyone enjoyed it.

Let me know what you think.

Happy Mother's Day!