Sherlock sat on one of the waiting chairs, not even looking up when a pair of familiar pink shoes appeared in his line of sight.
'So he's awake?'
'He woke up about an hour ago.'
'How is he?'
'I don't know. The doctors won't allow me in the room while they assess him. Something about me being too disruptive.'
'From what I heard you used a lot of colourful vocabulary,' Molly said sitting down. She shrugged slightly when Sherlock gave her a questioning look. 'News travels fast around here; especially when it concerns you and John. No one really expected you to have a civil partner, especially one who is a Doctor and in the Army. They didn't think that anyone would be able to put up with you for so long.'
Sherlock nodded. The Christmas party that Molly was vaguely referring to always brought a smile to his face. It was the first Christmas that John and Sherlock had managed to spend together since John was deployed for the first time and no one, not even the yarders had been expecting Sherlock Holmes to walk into with an excited John Watson-Holmes and introduce him to everyone as his partner. Sherlock looked up and through the glass.
'John has been deployed for most of our marriage.'
'Yes, but now he's back.'
