"If you collapse on top of me, I will probably break," Molly told him.

"Well, this would have been over a while ago if you weren't so flexible," he smirked cheekily at her.

"I'd kick your arse for that, but I don't wanna lose," she replied.

Just then, Mycroft, John and Mary with Rosie all let themselves into 221B to find Sherlock and Molly in a compromising position. A shout of exasperation sounded from Mycroft.

"Bloody hell," John muttered.

"Will you two stop being babies, they're just playing Twister," Mary laughed.

"Mary, could you spin the arrow for us?" Molly asked.

"Sure thing," she replied. "Left leg, yellow." This caused Molly to be hovering over Sherlock instead. Mary spun it again and called out, "Right arm, red, Sherlock." As soon as he reached for it, he fell onto the mat.

"Yes!" Molly exclaimed. "We're going and that's final."

"You didn't," Mycroft spoke, sounding appalled. "Sherlock, please tell me you didn't."

"I did," he confirmed, helping Molly up.

"I told you to leave me out of it," he hissed.

"I tried, really, but Molly insisted on you being part of the deal or I'd have to go anyways," Sherlock explained.

"Can someone please tell me what's going on here?" John asked.

"I told Sherlock that if I won a game of Twister, we were going to his parents' for Christmas," Molly explained. "Including Mycroft."

"But—" Mycroft began, but quickly shut his mouth when Molly shot him a glare. "I suppose they'll want to see Anthea now that we are involved."

"Exactly," Molly smiled. "There's biscuits in the kitchen if you want one." It was no secret that Mycroft enjoyed her baked goods.

"You baked those for me," Sherlock pouted.

"Honestly, can't you spare one for your brother?" Molly asked.

"He'll eat them all," he complained.

"Why have a baby when you're still raising two grown men?" Mary pointed out. The two women laughed together, Rosie joining in, though she had no idea what was so funny.

"Et tu, Rosamund?" Sherlock sighed.

The next day, Molly and Mary were sitting at an outdoor table at Speedy's for brunch whilst Sherlock and John were apprehending a criminal. Rosie chose to sit in Aunt Molly's lap today, sipping juice from her sippy cup.

"So, I see you and Sherlock made a seamless transition into romance," Mary smiled.

"We definitely did," Molly confirmed. "Who knew all it would take was a little too much wine." They laughed at this, recalling the weekend they were caught red-handed. "Though the honeymoon phase is sure to end soon."

"Can't be sunshine all the time," Mary agreed.

The confirmed end of the honeymoon period happened soon after. It wasn't anything specific. They hadn't argued or exchanged heated words, but Sherlock seemed to be quite agitated most of the time. Molly wasn't sure if it was her or other things factoring into his foul moods lately.

"Sherlock?"

"Hm?" he replied, studying the specimen through the microscope at the lab.

"Are we okay?" she asked with shaky breath, afraid of the answer.

"Of course, why wouldn't we be?" he asked in return.

"You just seem a bit…fed up," she told him. "Perhaps a bit distant too. Is this about going to your parents' for Christmas? Or maybe you don't want to do this anymore?" His head shot up quickly, looking at her with concern.

"Molly, no, don't ever think that," he spoke gently. "I'm sorry I've been so distant. It's not that at all. I've just been so afraid of mucking everything up, and look where that got me. My fear has caused me to mess up."

"What do you mean?" she questioned.

"I'm constantly afraid of hurting you. I'm always thinking too hard on what to say. I don't want to seem insensitive and cruel like I used to be," Sherlock explained. "I'm actually quite exhausted from thinking so much."

"You're not going to hurt me, Sherlock," she assured him. "We'll have rows every now and then, but it's not the end of the world. We had rows even when we were just friends. I know it can be scary—I mean, we're building a life together—but you can't allow your fears to stop you from pursuing what you want. You're not alone in this relationship, my love."

"What would I do without you?" he gave her a small smile. She pressed her lips to his chastely.

"How about this? As soon as I finish this last bit of paperwork, we will go back to Baker Street and I'll help you quiet your thoughts," she winked. Sherlock smirked, knowing exactly what she had in mind.

"Not Baker Street; Mrs. Hudson ran out of herbal soothers," he chuckled. "And I rather enjoy the sounds you make." Molly rolled her eyes at him playfully, knowing for a fact it was going to be a good night.

Author's Note: Sorry if this chapter was a bit boring. I've had a lot going on recently and I've just been trying to get these up lol.