A/N: I was going to wait with this part of the story until at least 18 or 19, but since I felt so bad about the last chapter… So, here you go! :) I really hope that you enjoy it. Also, read Wholock2's story. I honestly love it! I have answers to your reviews

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I traveled down the road that I'd gone down so many times when I was a kid. I got a text from Sherlock that gave me the simple instruction to meet him there. Confused, I asked John to accompany me there to meet Sherlock. Just knowing Sherlock, whatever it was, he would want to do it in private. Even if it was only a case. He's just a naturally secretive young man.

"Do you know what he's going to do?" I asked John.

He looked up at the proud stars that guided Sherlock and I home on more than one occasion, then answered, "I don't know. It's Sherlock. I would prepare for anything, if I were you."

I stopped and looked at him. John wasn't a hard man to read. He had a knowing light in his eyes.

"You know something!" I playfully accused.

"What?" He asked with false innocence. "Why would Sherlock tell me what he's going to do?"

I jumped up on to a small rock and crossed my arms over my chest and tried to look serious but failed miserably by bursting out laughing. He walked over and offered me his hand to help me down. I took his hand and gracefully hopped down. What he did next caught me by surprise, he put a small black velvet box in my hand. He let me go and backed away with his hands in the air kind of like he was surrendering.

"What's this?" I asked confused.

"I don't know. All I know is that I was supposed to give that to you and that it's from Sherlock. And that you're not supposed to open it until you're with Sherlock."

"Did John give you what I asked him to?" Sherlock asked.

I sat opposite to him and pulled out the small box from my coat pocket and asked, "This?"

He had the bright gleam in his eyes that reflected the look on his face, "Yes, that's it. May I have it back for a minuet?"

Confused, I handed it over to him over the small card table that was one of the few things that separated us in the treehouse. He got up and walked around the tiny wobbly table and got down on his knee.

"Sherlock?" I didn't know what to expect when he did this.

He gently grabbed my wrist and held it for a second before saying, "Your pulse is racing. Are you going to faint?"

"No, I don't pass out. My career wouldn't allow it as a weak stomached pathologist."

"I put a lot of thought in where I was going to do this," he said, and possibly for the first time ever, looked nervous, "I wanted it to be special for just the two of us. I decided to pick the place that you chose to be my first friend and to trust me. Here I chose to let you in and put my faith and trust in you. Everything I've ever done for you was a way that I tried to thank you for staying here with me. I don't know how or why but I just started falling for you and kept falling. Right now, I still am. One more than one occasion, I offered you a way out of this. But for some reason, you chose to stay. I'm still trying to figure out why," he mumbled the last bit.

"Sherlock," I was only able to say his name.

"Molly Hooper," he met me in the eyes, "Will you marry me?"

I was stunned, but happily stunned. Once I snapped out of it, I started shaking my head, unable to speak. Tears of happiness and joy blurred my vision as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Chuckling, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He held me like that for a few moments, then pulled away to slip a beautiful gold ring on my right hand ring finger. It had a thin band that slit into different parts of the ring, reminding me of ivy. The thickest band held a light rose gem in the center with smaller bands holding smaller white diamonds.

"It was my great-grandmother's," he explained.

"You're the best, Sherlock," I quietly told him.

"You're better."

"How am I better than the great Sherlock Holmes?"

"Because you complete me, make me human."

And with that, he gave me a way into Heaven through his kisses.

A/N: As I said before, I wanted to wait, but I wanted to make up for my last chapter. PM me if you have an idea/prompt/title for my next story. Any and all PM's will be greatly appreciated. Free virtual hugs for everyone! :D