Chapter Summary: Sherlock and Molly tell Rosie their news and she asks them on more question.
Notes: So this is the final chapter I have really enjoyed writing this story. I hope you like it
Sherlock was pacing back and forth while Molly watched from the kitchen table. "We're going to have to tell her today?" He asked.
"Yes, we agreed to tell her before we go to the scan, so we could take her with us," Molly said.
"But are you sure this is the right time? Maybe we should leave it till next week."
"Sherlock, sit down, you're getting yourself all worked up." As he sat down, Molly took his hand and held it in hers. "We can't keep it from Rosie forever. I'm really starting to show now; it's not going to be something we can hide."
"That's true. Let's tell Rosie now."
They both walked out of the kitchen holding each other's hand, to see their goddaughter sat in the living room watching cartoons on the TV.
"Rosie, would it be okay if we had a quick word with you?" Sherlock asked.
"I'm not in trouble, am I?" Their goddaughter asked.
"No." Molly laughed as she sat down next to Rosie and pulled her onto her lap. "I can promise you that you are not in trouble."
Sherlock knelt down in front of his goddaughter. "Do you remember you told us that you wanted a sibling?"
"Yes," Rosie replied eagerly.
"Well Molly and I are going to have a baby," Sherlock said, looking at Molly as he said it.
"Really?" she said, looking up at her godmother to see if it was true.
"Yes," Molly smiled. "There is a baby in my tummy, but we want to let you know that this doesn't change how we feel about you. Uncle Sherlock and I love you so much, Rosie."
"Do you love each other?" Rosie asked.
Both godparents looked at each other and answered at the same time. "Yes."
"Rosie, we have a scan today, where we get to see the baby. Would you like to come with us?" Molly asked.
"Yes, please. I love you both," Rosie said, as both of her godparents hugged her.
The room was now calm and quiet, unlike it had been a few hours ago. Molly couldn't help but stare into the eyes of her son and just feel instantly happy.
"He's so perfect," she whispered, making sure not to wake him.
"She's not so bad herself," said the detective, looking down at the sleeping baby in his arms.
"I can't believe they are actually ours." She smiled, finding it hard to believe that they were finally here in the big wide world.
"I can. I watched them actually being born," Sherlock said, his face going slightly pale, remembering what had happened a few hours ago. "That's not something I'm going to forget, or ever plan to delete."
Molly's heart warmed at his words. She moved over in the bed as carefully as she could, making sure she did not wake her sleeping son. When she was in a more comfortable position, she patted the now free spot for Sherlock.
"Thank you," he said, as he sat down next to her, kissing very lightly on the cheek. As he did so, he could feel something change with her. "Molly, what's wrong?"
"I know it sounds silly, but I feel guilty. Since John and Mary passed away, they have missed out on so much, especially in Rosie's life. We became her parents, which is something they should be doing, and now we have moved on with our life. We have the twins."
Sherlock listened to Molly's words; he couldn't deny at times he felt the same way, but he knew nothing would change it. "Mary and John picked us because they knew even before us that we could handle this. I feel the guilt too, whenever Rosie has reached another milestone that they will never get to see, but if the tables were turned and they had to bring up the twins I'm sure they would feel the same way, and I hope they would have caused John a lot of trouble."
Molly briefly chuckled at this, but then another thought crossed her mind that once again made the guilt sink it. "We wouldn't have the twins if they hadn't died."
Sherlock smiled at this; he knew this wasn't the right thing to do but he couldn't help it. "That is where you are wrong, Molly. Mary was going to help me when she got back from her weekend away."
"Help you how?" Molly asked.
"She was going to help me find a way to tell you I had feelings for you, but then…Well, you know at that point we both knew our focus had to be for our goddaughter. I didn't say anything because it just wasn't the right time. But I always knew I wanted to have a child, children, with you. I love you."
"I love you too, Sherlock."
A knock at the broke them from their thoughts. As they looked up, they saw Greg quietly enter the room. He kept his voice low.
"Mrs Hudson will be up with Rosie in a bit. They're just in the canteen finishing lunch. So, I thought I would pop up and say hello before everybody else gets here. How are the little ones?"
"They're perfect," Molly said, beaming with pride as she spoke about her children.
"So, are you going to finally tell me the name you have come up with for these two?"
Sherlock and Molly glanced at each over before Sherlock gave a tiny nod of his head. It was time.
"Our daughter is named Samantha, after my dad. His name was Sam," Molly began, "which I might shorten it to. I'll save Samantha for when she is in trouble."
Sherlock chuckled at that. "This little guy is Edward. After my grandfather."
"I genuinely can't believe that you two have children - and I mean twins. Didn't you once say to John that it's never twins?" said Greg.
"I've been wrong before, but this time I am entirely grateful for it."
"So, are the kids' middle names going to be John and Mary?" asked Greg.
This was something that both Molly and Sherlock had discussed at great length since they found out about the twins. From the beginning, though, they always knew what they would do.
"No," Sherlock said bluntly.
"We didn't think it was fair on Rosie," said Molly softly. "John and Mary might have been our friends, but they were Rosie parents. It didn't seem fair to her if we named the twins after them. It might be a bit confusing for her. When Rosie's older and has kids of her own, she might want to honour her parents then."
Greg took in the words that had been said to him. "That makes plenty of sense. I'm really happy for the two of you. Never thought I'd see you with a family, Sherlock, but it really suits you."
"Thank you, Greg," said Sherlock.
Just as the Detective Inspector was leaving to head out to work to follow a new lead on a case, Rosie and Mrs Hudson walked through the door.
"Aunty Molly, Uncle Sherlock, can I see the babies?" Rosie asked in an excited voice.
"She been so excited to see them all day," Mrs Hudson smiled. "Though I must admit, so have I."
Sherlock passed his daughter to his former landlady and saw her face instantly light up. "She's so precious, Sherlock. I'm so proud of you."
The detective then went over to his goddaughter and picked her up, so she could sit on the bed where he was just a moment ago. When she was comfortable, Rosie had a chance to hold both of her new siblings before Sherlock gently placed the sleeping children back in the beds next to Molly.
"What do you think, Rosamund? Do you like them?" The detective asked.
The child nodded quickly back at them. "Yes," she said, looking up at him. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course, sweetheart," Molly said, as she reached out her arm to stroke her hair.
"When twins start to speak, they will call you Mummy and Daddy, and I'll be calling you by your names. I was wondering, can I call you Mum and Dad? I don't want to feel odd."
This caught both of them off guard. They didn't know what to say to the young girl.
"Um-"
"I can call you both Mum and Dad, and my parents can still be Mummy and Daddy," Rosie said, a little worriedly.
The room fell silent and awkward. The adults in the room all shared a look, not knowing what the right thing was to say. Molly looked up at Sherlock, hoping he thought the same as she was. Rosie was family - she shouldn't feel like she got treated any differently. When he smiled back at her, she knew he was thinking the same thing.
"Of course, Rosie. We love you, and remember your Mummy and Daddy do too," Molly said, carefully giving her a side hug.
"I love you too. Thank you for being my family and caring for me," Rosie said.
To outsiders, their family would be deemed a bit unconventional, but, to Sherlock and Molly, and even Rosie, it was their normal. It didn't matter what other people thought as long as they had each other. Nothing else mattered.
Notes: So there is the last chapter. I know it wasn't that long but I felt like it ended in a good way. Thank for all the feedback so far but it would be really nice to hear what you think of this chapter so please if you can leave a comment
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