The following morning, Molly was confused as she felt strong arms around her waist. Then the memories of the night came back to her and she smiled. She hadn't felt this happy in a long time.

Molly noticed the door was slowly opening and saw her little feline. "MEOW!"

She quickly looked back at Sherlock and noticed he hadn't stirred. Molly looked back at her baby and glared, knowing what he was doing.

"You are only doing that to try and wake him aren't you?" Molly asked, cautiously releasing herself from Sherlock's tight grip. He grunted at the loss of contact he felt and Molly put a pillow where she was laying and he started to cuddle it. Tip-toeing to Toby, she picked him up and he started to purr.

"Spoiled little thing." Molly whispered, as he leaned his head up for it to be scratched.

She left the room, knowing he most likely was out of food. Finding her assumption correct, she retrieved the cat food from where she stored it and poured it into the bowl. He took no time to start eating his breakfast.

"Now, if you will excuse me, I will be going back to bed. It's the weekend, and I am going to enjoy sleeping in."

Toby ignored her and continued munching on his food as she walked back to Sherlock's bedroom. Her head popped through the crack of the door and saw he was still cuddling with the pillow. Molly giggled quietly and resumed to go to the bed. She gently got back onto the bed and decided to leave Sherlock and the pillow be. She turned over on her side and fell asleep within minutes.

Her slumber was once again disturbed about two hours later when Sherlock groaned. She turned over, wiping her sleepy eyes to see what he was moaning about. The consulting deceptive had his eyes barley open as he threw away the pillow and took Molly back in his arms.

"I was having such a good night sleep," Sherlock mumbled incoherently, "then about two hours ago it wasn't as nice. Just realized that what I was sleeping with wasn't human." He nuzzled himself into her hair and sighed dreamily, "This is much better."

She laughed, "It took you two hours to figure that out?"

"I was asleep, Molly." He whined from her hair.

The conversation ended as she suddenly heard his breathing slow. He was asleep again. So, for the second time this morning, she fell back asleep.

What woke her up this time was the sound of John Watson coming into the room.

"Sherlock, wake up."

He shook his head and didn't move.

"Come on, don't be childish. We have a case and it needs tending to right now."

Sherlock waved his hand in the air, "Can't you see I am already on one?"

John raised his eyebrow, "Oh really? What would that be?"

"I am investigating whether if sleeping like this is more soothing than sleeping with a teddy bear."

John chuckled at his smart ass remark.

Molly raised her head and turned back to look at the immature detective, "Go. You will regret it later if you don't go. London needs you."

"So do you," he whispered in her ear, seductively.

She bit her lip and continued, "Not right now. What I need is sleep. You need to go solve cases and stuff. Bye bye."

She tried to go back to sleep but Sherlock didn't move.

"John, use your army strength or something to get him up. I am obviously not helping."

John grinned and Molly was suddenly cold as Sherlock was being dragged off the bed by the legs.

Sherlock groaned and stood up, "Fine."

He stormed off into the bathroom after he retrieved his clothes that he was going to wear for the day. Molly looked at John with a shy smile, "So, what is the case?"

"Mycroft wants to see him-"

"OH FOR GODS SAKE!" Sherlock bellowed from the bathroom which led Molly and John to laugh.

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