APOTHEOSIS
25 December 2015
Summary: Molly discovers something about her brother-in-law.
Ship: Sherlolly, Mythea, Warstan
Rating: T
A/N: Originally posted on my freelance editing blog.
Molly giggled and pulled her lips away from Sherlock's mouth. Ignoring his disappointed and frustrated groan, she dragged him to a chair and sat him down. Sighing in contentment, she sat down next to him and leant back against his left side. She rested her aching feet on the empty chair next to her, as he wrapped his arm round her. Revelling in his warmth, she gently laid her head on his shoulder. Her eyes widened at the nearly empty ballroom. "I didn't realise most of the guests had left. What time is it, my gorgeous and genius husband?"
"Five past two in the morning. And, yes, they started leaving about an hour ago, my beautiful and clever wife."
Grinning brightly at his words, she lightly elbowed her husband and tilted her head towards John and Mary, who were embracing and intimately talking across the room. "Have you told them that Mary's expecting again?"
He chuckled. "No, not this time. Apparently, Adele shocked them both when she asked Mary if she's getting a baby brother or sister. Her doctor confirmed what I've known for a couple of weeks."
"You told Adele, didn't you?"
"I implied it. Little Miss Watson is simply clever enough to figure it out." He dropped a kiss on top of her head.
She gently shook her head in amusement. "Remind me to congratulate them before they leave, will you?"
"As long as you promise we'd never leave our hotel room during our sex holiday?" he whispered in his sexy baritone, making her blush.
She gasped when she caught Mycroft laughing and entwining his fingers with Anthea's. She tilted her head towards them. "How long has that been going on?"
"My brother and Anthea? A few years now. As you know, my brother fancies himself as the apotheosis of the astute, level-headed genius. He may seem unemotional, but, like me, he is capable of caring for someone. He just chose not to let anyone on because he believed sentiment would make him weak against his adversaries."
"Until Anthea came along."
"Yes. Once you and I took down Moriarty's twin––thus, proving that caring can be an advantage––he asked her to dinner. They've been together since, to our parents' infinite delight and to Her Majesty's approval."
"Aww, I'm happy for both of them! I should bake them something after we get back from our honeymoon. What do you think? Rhubarb pie or banoffee pie?"
"Well, it'd be enjoyable to watch him devour half the pie within five minutes." He sighed when she gave him a reproachful look. He gave her a tender peck on the cheek. "I'm certain they'll love either pie. But a banoffee pie will get my brother off our backs longer, Dr Hooper-Holmes."
She giggled at her new surname. "Banoffee, it is. Thank you, Mr Holmes."
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