A TINY HEART

A look inside Ezra meeting his grandparents but not too much. There will be more next time.

A large part of this chapter was inspired by a request that myunproductiveparadise on tumblr asked about. She was nice enough to let me use it for our favorite little family. Hopefully this tiny thing is okay? I'm sure I'll hint back to it every so often.

Also sorry for the wait, I've been sick for the better part of a week so I didn't have time to write this when I wanted to but thankfully I'm just about over it and now we have this.

Let me know what you think loves.

much love,

day

Molly smiled at the sound of laughter coming from down the hall. Having had a lovely evening with the Holmes, she felt happy even more so now hearing the sound of splashing water and her son having a grand time. She knew that he wasn't alone however.

As a rule in their house, Ezra wasn't to be left alone for too long when he was having a bath. Other parents might think that's okay but she still worried for him and Sherlock shared her concern even if that could have been one of the less lethal places for him to be unless the water was too high.

This was a different place however. The country home where she expected her boyfriend to spend a decent amount of his time as a child. It was a good place, not to mention beautiful. Upon first entering with Ezra between the two of them Molly had been so struck by the decor and atmosphere that reminded her so much of her own childhood that she had forgotten her manners and continued to gawk.

It was until Ezra's tiny hand tightened around hers out of discomfort more than anything that she had apologized and properly greeted them. Sherlock had tried not to laugh but when his mum chided him about laughing at his girlfriend's embarrassment he frowned and apologized for his mother's benefit.

He knew that Molly didn't think he was being mean to her. He actually found it adorable how she admired things even though he didn't exactly like coming here.

He shot her a smile before they entered the house.

The whole ordeal of formally meeting the parents as Sherlock's girlfriend and one half of Ezra's parents ended up being simple and calm. His parents were sweet and they completely understood the situation which had made her wonder if Sherlock had wanted to wait simply because he had been more nervous about it than Ezra.

As far as the whole Ezra situation Sherlock had always been more careful than anyone who was involved with him. Molly understood that more than anyone, she had been quite protective of him before Sherlock had returned and found out about him. A child was supposed to be valued and taken care of and the worry never left when having one in your life.

The experience had its own rewards too. Like now, as Molly slipped through the open door where all the happy sounds were coming from.

Her smile broadened as she saw Sherlock soaked through his dress shirt on his knees as he dodged slowly water squirting at him from a toy that Ezra kept dunking into the water. As she grew closer she found that it wasn't a duck or even a train (one of his absolute favorite things in the world), but a heart - not one of those cartoon like hearts either, a real flesh looking one similar to one of the ones she had held in her hand at the morgue as she autopsied a body.

This one made out of rubber though, sprayed water out of it's arteries, the most coming from the aorta. She made a face at his back wondering where he had found such a thing and why? A part of knew why but it was also strange for her to think of her little boy holding a heart of any kind in his hand. It was like looking at Sherlock but younger looking happy.

Her only sane thought before approaching him was, "as long as there was no blood I have no reason to worry, yet".

"A heart?" She whispered as she squatted next to him. She almost slipped on the floor. There was too much water there.

"I'm not normal as you know, Molly."

She sniffed, turning to Ezra who had stopped splashing for a moment to see how his Mol was taking all of this. He had been able to tell how she felt even without her telling him. She decided to ease his little head, "Having fun?" She beamed reaching over to move some of his hair out of face.

He nodded before handing the heart to Molly who gave it a small squeeze causing some of it spray her in the face.

"Okay..." She spurted, as she wiped her face with her jumper's sleeve and both boys laughed at it.

She only half pouted before smiling at them.

"Try not to make such a mess next time, boys." She giggled.

She stayed with them up until the point when they put Ezra up in a room that had to have been Sherlock's a while ago. The boys would be stationed there for tonight while Mrs. Holmes had set up the other room for Molly. She didn't spend her night there however, instead staying up with Mr. Holmes to talk about their little adventures while Sherlock took over bedtime duties as she knew he liked to do.

"He's a beautiful boy. Mycroft told us briefly what happened but we are thrilled to have him in our home now."

Molly smiled quietly over the tea she was drinking. "Thank you." She sincerely felt gratitude for how easily they were taking all of this.

Not all the Holmes family was as dramatic as the two brothers. She found comfort in that.