More of a filler chapter. Enjoy nonetheless :)

His eyes are warm. They take her in, her breathtaking beauty glowing before him.

"Molly." He just says.

Molly shifted, turning to face John who carried a sleeping Rosie. It was then she'd realised that they had suitcases on the ground by their feet.

"Co-Come in, John. My bedroom's down the hall, you can put Rosie there in my bed."

John nodded, mutely going past Molly and heading to her bedroom. Sherlock just stood there, waiting for her to welcome him in as well.

"You can enter too." She couldn't dare to say his name again

"Are you sure?" His eyes questioned her but she turned around to head to her kitchen.

Not wanting to cause a scene as some of her neighbours were becoming interested in him, he simply took the suitcases and Rosie's nappy bag before going inside and closing the door behind him with a beep.

"The house seems secure."

Molly nodded, sipping her glass of water as her other hand rubbed her stomach gently in circles. "It is. High tech security system, pin entry and around the clock CCTV. It came with a lifetime guarantee."

Sherlock nodded, watching and John reentered the living room/kitchen area.

"It's a lovely place, Molly."

"Thanks, John." She cleared her throat. "How did you find me? Why are you here?"

Sherlock's phone beeped.

You have one new message from: EA

From: EA

Please don't tell me you're in Florida. With Molly...

To: EA

Smith.

From: EA

Excuse me?

To: EA

I got your number from your sister, Anthea Smith.

He slipped his phone back into his pocket, ignoring the constant beeping which will probably consist of swearing and insults.

"I'm surprised that my brother did not do much to hide your whereabouts. I had some business here in the States but I was planning to come and see you before you came back to London to give birth."

"What business?" Molly asked, crossing her arms.

Sherlock bowed his head, smiling when Toby wrapped himself around his legs. "I found your brother. Well, I didn't find him but I saved him."

"How?" Molly breathed out.

"I called Mycroft," Sherlock said. "From there, we both guessed that he came here." He glanced down at the ground where a small splat of blood was on the couch, enough to make it look innocent like ketchup. "I had him prepare a flight to safely take them back to London where the children will return to their mother."

Molly sighed. "You've got me." She kicked the sofa. "Noticeable?"

"Very," John said, getting a glare from her. "I'll stay with Rosie."

"Wise decision," Sherlock told him, sitting down as John left the room. "You look as beautiful as ever."

Molly blushed, annoyed at the fact that he still held some sort of hold over her. "You can stay for the night but then you'll have to go."

"That was the plan. We're leaving tomorrow night."

"Oh."

Sherlock nodded. "Indeed."

She sat down and leant back. "You want to feel? Since you won't be here for long."

Sherlock frowned. "Do you want me to?"

"They're yours but..."

"Then no. Not until you're comfortable with it. I need to go somewhere quickly."

She nodded, "Bye."

Sherlock left quickly, not even bothering to bid John farewell for the meantime.

He took an Uber to Molly's place of work and waited until Emilia was finished with her work and leaving with Rhys.

"If it isn't our favourite detective," Rhys grinned. "Come to see me?"

"No, Emilia."

Emilia glared at him, telling Rhys to get his car out front. "What?"

"I want to apologise. I promise not to hurt Molly. You have to understand my position here. She's having my children yet I cannot be there for her. Every missed doctor's appointment, antenatal sessions..."

Emilia's eyes softened. "She was planning to go home to you." She confessed.

"She hates me. I somehow doubt that."

The blonde gave him a sad smile. "Keep trying, Holmes. Oh and thanks. I got in touch with my sister and well, we're planning to see each other soon."

"Good." He turned around. "Goodbye Emilia."

John and Molly were laughing when she answered the door to let Sherlock come back in.

"Ah, I miss Mrs Hudson!"

John chuckled. "Well, we miss her too." He sipped his tea. "You're back. You disappeared."

"Made a few quick stops." Sherlock raised a bag full of items. "For you, Molly."

"Thanks." She mumbled, opening the bag. Inside were baby items. "For the twins, you mean?" She chuckled.

He nodded. "I had a contact through my mother. Only the best for my children."

Molly smiled, kissing his cheek. "I was thinking of coming back to London sooner rather than later. I could go with you guys tomorrow?"

John and Sherlock shared a glance before turning back to Molly.

"Molly, we would be thrilled to have you come home." John beamed.