'I don't wanna live a day without you. I just wanna be the one that makes you happy.'

- Happy by Secrets In Stereo

Three weeks passed in which two of them Sherlock had spent outside of London on yet another case Mycroft assigned him. Normally, he wouldn't have taken it, but doing so meant that Mycroft owed him a favor. So, Sherlock planned to take advantage of it. He was quite upset at not having been able to spend the first couple of weeks of their relationship with her.

"Oh hey, leaving early?" Molly asked, elbows deep in a cadaver. Sherlock had been in the lab prior to his appearance in the morgue with John and Greg.

"Yep," Sherlock replied. "Greg has a case for me."

"It's baffled all of Scotland Yard," Lestrade added.

"Hardly surprising," Sherlock rolled his eyes. He noticed the look Molly gave him and muttered a quick apology. He pressed a not-so-chaste kiss to her lips.

"Is that a lung?" Lestrade asked, nodding toward the organ in Molly's hand, mildly disgusted.

"Those two are going to need an extra lung if they carry on snogging like that," John laughed.

"I don't see how it would help as this man is obviously dead," Molly quipped.

"That's my girl," Sherlock smirked. The three of them headed out of the morgue, leaving her to work in silence.

When Molly returned home from work, she looked around at her flat that sounded much too quiet. Ever since Toby had passed months ago, just before the Sherrinford incident, Molly had always felt something was off. She still had Toby's food bowl and his toys strewn about. She didn't even hear Sherlock come in.

"If it's any consolation, I liked Toby," his baritone voice spoke in her ear softly.

"Mary suggested I get a new cat, but I just don't know," Molly said, choking up. "I miss him."

"I'm sorry, darling," Sherlock wrapped his arms around her.

"How was the case?" she asked, wanting to change the subject.

"Brilliant, actually. It was a team effort," he replied. "One murderer and two accomplices."

"That's awful," Molly remarked.

"Indeed. But enough about that," Sherlock spoke with enthusiasm. "I believe I was promised a night with pirates and comedy." Molly smiled at him. She had suggested The Princess Bride for movie night and assured him he would love it. At the very mention of pirates, his eyes lit up.

They were snuggled up on her sofa, a knit afghan shared between them. Molly loved these little moments with him. They meant more to her than any grand display of romance. They made each other happy and that's all that mattered. She could tell he was enjoying the film as he actually laughed with her throughout it; a sound she loved hearing.

Later that night, as Molly laid her head on his chest, she noticed he was in deep thought.

"What are you thinking so hard about?" she wondered.

"Do you have plans for next weekend?" he asked in response.

"Nope," she replied, popping the 'p' like he does. This got her a smirk from him. "Why?"

"We haven't been able to really spend much time with each other lately and I called in a favor with Mycroft," he explained.

"What kind of favor?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"A weekend away for us in a cottage in Sussex," Sherlock told her. "No distractions, just us."

"I'd love that, Sherlock," she told him. He hummed in delight as her lips pressed against his sweetly. In that moment, he got the feeling that maybe he wasn't as rubbish of a boyfriend as he once thought he'd be.

Author's Note: Anyone up for a roadtrip to Sussex? lol