Chapter 4

After 3 year old Sherlock had thrown a tantrum on what to have for breakfast in the morning, which resulted in Molly getting an epiphany that Sherlock had a soft spot for treacle and coffee in the same cup and that unusual concoction should, by all accounts, be kept waaaay out of reach of the toddler, Mycroft's P.A or 'Anfea' as Sherlock called her arrived with a small suitcase which she presumed contained Sherlock's clothes.

Good thing too, that old tee of hers barely managed to stay on Sherlock's thin shoulders.

Of course Sherlock had to throw another tantrum.

"Don't want to wear! They bad! Mycrwoft is doing thish on purposhe!"

Anthea, as was her real name-sort of, she hesitated before stating it- merely rolled her eyes and continued on typing on her Blackberry. Molly momentarily flared with anger, why on earth was that woman still here if she wasn't going to help stop Sherlock from throwing the contents of Mycroft's briefcase out the window? She noticed Toby under her sofa; her cat had been smart enough to stay out of Sherlock's way and now she wished she had the hindsight to do just that.

"Could you help a bit, please?" Molly asked, struggling to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

"Um…No."

"Then why are you still here?"

"This is better than telly!"

Molly would have retorted rather colorfully had Sherlock not chosen the moment to bound into her, shouting, "Molleeeeeeee, don't want these! Mycrwoft mean, get me new clothes!" He looked up at her, eyes widened for extra effect. Ah Sherlock, ever the dramatic victim.

She never could refuse those eyes.

Molly took him in her arms, deciding that it would be the least harmful course of action; Sherlock had already flung what looked like expensive Harrods' clothing over her lampshades.

"I…Alright, but could you wear something a bit cleaner for little while so that people don't think I'm neglecting you?"

Sherlock nodded happily, dark curls bouncing, then slid off of her and ran off to find a shirt and shorts.

"Well then, Mr. Holmes told me this would happen, so you will need this." Anthea handed her a credit card, "Also, do make him wear that coat right at the bottom; it looks exactly like his Belstaff. Take pictures for me!" With a wave, she swept from the room much like her employer.

Molly had to admit, Sherlock looked just absolutely adorable. She had managed to make him wear a plain cotton shirt and black shorts, over which she had put on the tiny Belstaff looking coat. Now he just looked like the older Sherlock in miniature; the only thing missing was the scarf (and the attitude)!

Sherlock, for his part, complained the least when wearing that coat. Molly was certain that in the deep recesses of his brilliant brain, Sherlock had retained his love for that coat, and this one in a rather accurate way, reminded him of it, even if he might not understand the connection at first.

Maybe that's why he trusts me…Molly mused as she locked her door, keeping one hand firmly around Sherlock's thin arm.

Molly did not trust Sherlock to walk around on the street, even with her holding his hand she was fairly sure he would slip free and then run off somewhere. And she was also pretty sure Mycroft Holmes would have her head on a platter if that happened.

Which was why she was currently carrying a certain once consulting detective turned three year old down the busy streets of London and he was not very pleased about it.

He squirmed when she got on the bus as well. It seemed that three year old Sherlock had also retained his hatred for public transport, but Molly wasn't having any of it. It was much more efficient and cheaper to travel by bus or the Tube and she wasn't about to spend Mycroft's money anymore than necessary.

"Aw, isn't he just a dear?" An elderly woman sitting across from them cooed, "Is he yours?"

Molly blushed while Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Oh no, I'm just…"

"She isn't mummy, and she isn't my aunt either." Sherlock said, squinting at the old woman.

The woman wasn't deterred by the open hostility in Sherlock's striking eyes, "Alright then, young man, would you tell me who she is?"

Sherlock looked up at Molly next to him, eyes suddenly widening as if he had just now realized that he still didn't know why he trusted her so entirely. Then, suddenly throwing his tiny arms around her waist and snuggling once more into her, he said in a slightly muffled voice, "She's Molly. She's my Molly."

Molly put her arm around his shoulders, a warm tingly feeling suddenly spreading through her, beaming. The woman opposite to them cooed even more.

An hour of Sherlock being picky about clothes later, Molly was just about to fall flat onto the floor of the store. Sherlock had more or less won over half the kids' department's staff and they were all now cooing at every little lisping thing he said. She wondered when Sherlock would unleash his supposed sociopath tendencies. Maybe, she mused, three year old Sherlock was actually a lovable three year old with the regular tantrums and an impossibly a brilliant brain. Or maybe he was just like his older self and acted charming to get what he wanted. It certainly was working. The store employees had practically gotten every shirt and tees with pirates on them in front of Sherlock.

"Molly, Molly, Molleeeee!"

She sighed and headed towards her charge, and was a bit surprised to find him holding onto a butter yellow jumper wearing teddy.

"Can I have thish?"

It seemed that Sherlock had already laid a claim on it; he was holding it tightly to his chest as though he would never let it go.

Molly smiled, "Of course you can."

Sherlock did a little bounce, "I'll call him John. Look, he's wearing a stupid jumper, that's why I should call him John. I don't know why; though…do you, Mollee?"

Molly felt her heart breaking as she pulled Sherlock into a rib crushing hug.

A/N: Hello all once again! Missed you all loads, so the first thing I'm doing since getting back from the hospital is writing about baby Sherlock! I'll be updating my other story soon as well, and I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Much love and thanks (sorry I couldn't thank you all personally) to all those who alerted, faved and reviewed this story! I'm so overwhelmed by the response. Hugs to amirizar2003, MadAsAHatterJayy, Catindahat, magicstrikes, MelodyHolmes, TheGoldenHairedMockingjay, Zora Arian, patemalah21, MrsBadcrumble18, BMRH, MorbidbyDefault, Lono, Nocturnias and A Pirate By Any Other Name!

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P.S: Sherlock's teddy is the one on the cover.