Mycroft looked at Molly after the two men left.
"I apologize for my brother's actions. It is awful when he brings his friends into it."
"It's fine. I'm used to it." Molly said. "If you don't want to go through with this, it's fine."
"No. I'd like us to try it. I mean, what harm can we really do?"
"You're right. Let's try it." Molly said.
They two of them enjoyed a lovely dinner. After that dinner, they began a relationship that led to the two of them getting married.
Sherlock said it was because of him they got together. If he and John hadn't interfered who knows what would have happened. Life settled into a wonderful routine. For the first few years, everything was calm until Christmas of their third year of marriage.
"Mycroft, love?"
"Yes, darling?"
"You have one more present to open." Molly was reclined on Mycroft's chest on the couch. He had been playing with her hair.
"Oh, really? You haven't spoiled me enough?"
"Just one more." Molly handed him a box.
Mycroft opened the box to reveal a little baby grow.
"You mean?"
Molly grinned. "Yep."
"Seriously?"
"Yep. You can thank Sherlock for the tip. He calmly walked into the morgue and said, 'Molly, you do realize you are pregnant, right?'
"For once I am thankful for Sherlock's observations." Mycroft kissed her sweetly.
The End