I just can't stop writing! Gah!

LOL

After a chapter like this, you KNOW this one is gonna have major Sherlolly fluff and matureness... LOL

I will tell you this now. Sex scenes are easy. Go to the good ole sexy bump and grind. Making love, however... especially with a sountrack playing in ones head...much more in my opinion when trying to write. But usually, even those are relatively simple.

In this case. It started me pacing, fanning myself. I blame Benedict. He is such an inspiration. Many women when reading love stories put themselves in the place of the heroine, and Im no exception.

So... Three glasses of wine and a fan now installed on my desk...here you go.

If you want to slip into the diabetic coma I am placing myself in for this ( LOL ) I suggest you listen to this on loop like I am doing while writing this. It goes perfect...

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Chapter 33

The final guests were leaving, and frankly, Sherlock was tired of shaking hands. When he'd shaken the last one, he looked over at his daughter. She was laying with her head on his mothers lap. He smiled tenderly at the sight. He walked over to them and bent to pick the sleeping child into his arms. Laura stirred slightly.

"Shhh Shhh Shhe...I've got you. " He whispered, kissing her cheek. She snugged against his chest.

"You really should get to bed, mother. " Sherlock looked at her keenly.

"I will. Thank you, for the best day. "

"I better put her down. " He said walking away.

"Sherlock? "

He turned around, brow raised in question.

"Tonight should be special. Be special with her. "

Sherlock looked confused. His mother chuckled.

"With Molly, not Laura. "

"Mother, as you must have ascertained, Molly and I have done this before. "

"But she is a bride tonight. Not just a wife. Its a girl thing. "

Sherlock thought on that for a moment. He supposed she was right.

"I have the guest cottage arranged for you. "

"What's wrong with our room here? "

"I had the guest cottage prepared. You'll see. Molly will be waiting for you there. "

Sherlock shook his head and took Laura to her room, taking off her shoes and pulling the covers up over her. After a kiss on her forehead, he turned to leave.

Violet was being led by Mycroft to the house when she saw Sherlock striding across the lawn towards the guest cottage.

"Mycroft, I have another gift. But I thought I would let them have tonight first. But, I wanted to go over it with you, first. "

"Of course, mother. "

"Mycroft? "

"Yes? "

"Now that Sherlock is nicely settled... "

"Do NOT even start. "

"Its a mother's prerogative. Tell me about... Roger. "

"Rog...how... "

"Anthea. "

"You know Anthea? "

"My dear, how do you think I get my information? What little I get. We correspond quite a bit. Usually text. She certainly loves to do that. "

"I may be looking for another assistant. "

"Don't you dare. She's an asset Now. I repeat... tell me about Roger... "

"Mother " Mycroft sighed.

mmmmmmmmmm

Sherlock stood in front of the door to the cottage. Why was she already there? Wasn't he supposed to carry her over the threshold or some nonsense? Tilting his head back, he made a mental note to do just that the next time they went to their own house. Molly would like that.

He opened the door and his mother had once again outdone herself. A line of rose petals causing a trail to the bedroom.

There was a fireplace blazing, casting a soft glow on the room beside the bed. To the side of the fireplace stood Molly. She was in a soft cream silk slip that tied over the shoulders. Her hair was still up. The effect was mesmerizing.

As was the look in her eyes.

Part desire, part love, and part something he couldn't quite identify. Yes he could. He knew what he was seeing in her eyes.

His future.

Slowly, he walked towards her. When he came to stand before her, he raised his hand to slowly trace her face. She turned into his palm, almost cat like, Sherlock noticed. She turned her eyes to him and for the umpteenth time that day, stole his breath.

Ever so sweetly, he lowered his lips to hers. The tenderness in his kiss caused the tears to roll down Molly's cheeks from under her closed lids.

"Why are you crying? " He asked, wiping the tears from her face.

Molly softly laughed.

"I knew you were in there somewhere. I don't know how I or anyone else could have ever seen you as ...cold. I waited so long for you...so long. " she finished brokenly.

He didn't understand her at first. When he did he kissed her again.

Tonight... he was finally the man she deserved.

Sherlock slid his fingers up her arms till his large hands cradled her neck as his kiss deepened. Molly's arms came around his waist to run a slow trace of her fingers up and down his back.

He lifted his face from her's as his fingers undid the fastners in her hair, letting it down, flowing over his hands and down her back.

Never taking his eyes from hers, he one at a time, undid the ties at her shoulders, placing slow warm kisses on her bared shoulder, before moving along to the hollow of her throat. Molly's head fell back as she lost herself in the feel of his touch. She felt his hands move to stroke her back as her gown pooled to the floor.

She reached forward and started slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She angled herself so she was now at his throat, kisses and tasting him as she slid the shirt from his shoulders. Her hands ran along to hard planes of his chest as she looked up at him again. He placed his warm hand on her chest, right over her heart.

"Mine. "

"Yes. Always. Always."

Sherlock placed his hands at her back and gently laid her down on her back. He knelt half on the bed, his knee between her hers as he loomed over her. He placed soft sweet kisses along her lips and jaw before descending lower. He kissed the side of her neck, tracing a wet path to her chest. His hands cupped her breast, kneading it. He kissed her deeply again once more before he bent his head to take a hardened nipple into his mouth suckling, and wetting it with his tongue. His other hand ran along her other breast, until he was satisfied with the first and moved on to the other. Sher look one of his hands in hers and placed soft slow kisses on each of his fingertips.

"Sherlock... please... " Molly sighed, almost in tears. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. She needed him to take possession of her entirely.

Sherlock looked back up at her, his hair looking almost like a tousled little boys. He came back up and allowed Molly to sit up to undo his trouser button and zipper. He looked down at her as she did this. She opened them up a bit them just looked at him. He was looking down at her, hair in his face, his eyes so blue she could easily lose herself in them. His body, lean and tone all the way down to the deep lines of his hips and the soft trail of hair leading into the still unexposed part within the trousers.

"You are...beautiful. Sherlock. "

Sherlock captured her lips in a deep kiss, not trusting himself to a verbal response. His tongue filled her mouth, rubbing, teasing, tasting. Like he was memorising the taste of her.

Molly kissed him back with all the emotion she had for him. Her hands rand down his back and started to move his trousers down farther. Sherlock assisted, until he was as naked as she was.

Perhaps more.

Sherlock ran his hand along her leg, slowly, before lifting one up to place on his hip.

He kept her gaze as he entered her. A soft moan emitting from them both. Molly pulled up and kissed Sherlock's chest as he would slide in and withdraw. His hands covered every inch of skin he could reach, as his eyes watched her every reaction.

He continued this until he couldn't take the torment any longer. He ran his tongue along her neck and thrust so deeply Molly thought she would shatter.

With an arched back, and with his name cried from her lips... she did.

When the tremors subsided she looked back up at Sherlock. His eyes were closed and his hair was damp. The trembling of his hands as he caressed her all told her how hard he was fighting his own release.

Molly pulled him closer to her, so his chest was pressed against hers. He rested his head beside hers and entwined her finger with his in each hand. This way every inch of them touched. Nothing between them. Sherlock didn't miss the meaning.

She turned her head to look into his eyes.

"Let go, my love. "

With that, Sherlock sped up his movements, as they rocked together in the lover's rhythm. He was so close to her, that his movements quickly brought her to catch up with them. Sherlock kissed her deeply as the both climaxed so hard, they clung together to a point where they weren't sure where one started and the other ended. They held each other until the warmth of the fire set them both into a peaceful slumber, still connected.

mmmmmmmmmm

The next morning, Sherlock woke up in the best mood he'd been in in years. He and Molly made love one more time before getting dressed to start the day.

They headed up to the house's dining room and were greeted by Mycroft and Laura

"Eat quickly. We have a meeting with mother. " Mycroft said, not looking up from the paper.

"Is she worse from her exertions last night? " Molly asked worried.

"No no. Not at all. Mother has brought something to my attention that needs our perusal. "

"Which is."

"That she is better connected than wedding planners. EAT. "

Molly didn't eat much, her nausea not liking the smell of it. Sherlock scarfed his food down, making Laura laugh.

"Shall we? " Sherlock said with his mouth full... rising from the table.

mmmmmmmmmm

When they arrived in Violets room, Sherlock, Molly and Laura stood staring at her. Gone was the at death's door palor. She was sitting at her desk fully dressed and looking at least ten years younger than her actual age. Her curly dark hair was pulled back into a thick braid that wound about at the nape of her neck.

"Ah, there you are. I trust you slept well? " She eyed Sherlock and Molly, who had the decency to blush.

Violet smiled.

"We are having a visitor today. And dear old friend. Like Dr Mattheson here. His name is Eckhard Stein. His father Edgar Stein, and my father were friends during the war. Had I been smarter, he would have been you boys' father. But that is neither here nor there. " She said waving any questions away.

" I will try to get to the point. Your grandfather went to university with Edgar. They became good friends. Afterwards, Edgar became quite the well known scientist. His breakthroughs... well, at any rate, eventually, Edgar's reputation got the attention of Adolph Hitler. Well, Edgar was a good egg, and wanted nothing to do with the man. Never trusted him. Hitler was furious at Edgar's denial. "

Sherlock opened his mouth to ask what the point of this fascinating tale was when Violet held her hand up to shush him.

"Your grandfather helped Edgar escape to Switzerland. " She put the emphasis in just the right place to snap Sherlock to attention.

" I grew up with him known simply as Uncle Ed. When you told me what was going on, Sherlock, I immediately called Eckhard to see if his father was still alive. "

"And is he? " Sherlock asked, feeling cold suddenly.

"Yes. Sherlock... he didn't do this. Believe that. But...I thought he might know some...unethical scientists out there. After a while, he was able to email me a list of names. "

Mycroft joined in there.

"My own research found a possible candidate. But I had had no luck tracking him down. That is, until Mother supplied me with this list. "

Mycroft handed a file to Sherlock.

"Anthea faxed this over this morning. Lesley Hellman. "

"Name sounds familiar. " Molly said, leaning over Sherlock's arm to look at the file. "Yes. He worked at Barts for a short time. Nasty fellow. "

"Knew him well? " Mycroft asked

"No. Not really. He wasn't there long. And when he was working there, he was always popping off for days on end. "

"Fits the data. " Mycroft said.

" Yes. He does. " Sherlock said

"A discreet investigation with his neighbors in Switzerland gave us that he had a flatmate from time to time. It was a running joke. Hellman is a small man, while the flatmate was large. It is assumed they were lovers. "

Sherlock brought his head up from the file with a jerk.

"Moran! "

"Indeed. "

mmmmmmmmmm

Sherlock paced in front of the window.

"I am so SICK of waiting... "

"Sherlock, these things take time. "

Sherlock grunted in response. It had been five months since the men struck out to find Moran. But the man had once again disappeared from the planet. Now, When Sherlock's patience had been tested to its limits, his own child was taking it's sweet time coming to greet them.

Laura was with John and Mary. It was a hard enough climb with her the last few months.

They had sat Laura down when they got home from his mother's house to tell her the happy news that she was getting a little brother or sister.

She was NOT happy.

She argued with her tutor, refused to eat most times, and generally threw multiple tantrums any time Molly came near Sherlock.

The only person she behaved for was her grandmother, who got on Sherlock's bad side, quickly. He remembered the conversation.

"But what about Doctor Mattheson's diagnosis. "

"Oh, he that was a guess. "

"A what? "

Sherlock eyed his mother.

"What kind of doctor is he? "

"Psychiatrist. "

"You said he was YOUR doctor. "

"And so he is. Do you think forty years with your father, I don't need therapy? "

"I needed a cover. It all turned out well, right? "

"If you see it that way. "

"I choose to. Sherlock, I did mean everything I said. I love you and needed you in my life. "

"Why not sooner. "

"You weren't ready. "

He couldn't really argue that fact. But deep inside, he was grateful his mother, now a helpful ally, was going to be around for a while.

So, she wasn't surprised when he turned up on her doorstep two weeks later about Laura's behavior.

"Sherlock, you must understand. She just GOT you in her life. And now she has to share you. You should let her talk to Daniel. He can help her. "

"My daughter doesn't need a phsychiatrist. "

"I think she might. Really Sherlock, with all she's been through? "

Daniel Mattheson turned out to be a Godsend. Laura was improving by the day. By Molly's seventh month, Laura was helping Molly pick decorate the nursery and calling her round belly MY baby.

Well, HER baby was certainly taking its time.

"Sherlock, you are going to wear poor Molly out just watching you. " His mother said from a chair in the corner of the room.

Sherlock stopped and went to the end of the bed, lifting the covers till they landed on his head.

"What are you doing? " Molly asked sputtering.

"I want to see how far you are dialated. "

"Sherlock! You can't do that! "

"Im not molesting you at a time like this, Molly. "

"The doctor was JUST here. Im only at seven. "

Sherlock started to argue when another contraction hit Molly. He ran to her side, taking her hand. He could handle this much better if Molly weren't in such terrible pain. So would Molly, he supposed.

"Sure you want to do this natural? There is still time for an epidural. "

"No. I don't want to take...any...chances. " Molly gritted through the pain.

Three hours later, Molly was begging for an epidural.

"Im sorry, Molly. No time. Get ready to push! "

"God! I can't. Sherlock don't make me! "

Sherlock held his wife tight about her shoulders, even though he just knew she'd at least fractured a couple of small bones in his hand.

"You are the strongest woman I know, Molly. You can do this. Bring our beautiful son into the world! " He said trying to sound positive.

"OH SOD OFF! I don't know why I EVER let you touch me! "

Sherlock knew to expect such nonsensical traitorous talk. He smiled and bent to whisper his love in her ear, using his deepest, silkiest voice. Luckily he timed it to go along with the ebbing of that particular contraction.

"Oh, yes. I remember now. "

The nurses giggled as Sherlock grinned then winked at them.

It was only seconds before the next contraction had her screaming like a banshee... on fire.

"Ok Molly, just a couple more pushes and we'll be done. I know you are tired, but you are almost there. " The doctor said, looking up at her.

Molly pushed again, as hard as she could.

"Ok, you are crowning now. We just have to get the head out, the rest will be easy, ok? "

Sherlock's hand contracted around Molly's. She rolled her eyes.

"Go ahead and look, you know you want to! " Sherlock stretched so he can keep his hand with her, but still see. His eyes misted at seeing the dark oval, with whisps that promised to be curls.

"Ok, Molly, Give us one really big push so we can get the head out now! "

Molly braced herself on her elbows and pushed. Emitting a pitch so high, Sherlock looked at her with wide eyes.

"Molly, darling, only Gabriel can hear you now. "

"There we are! " The doctor said as with a pop, the head was released, and the baby's nose was invaded.

"One more, Molly. That's a girl. "

The last push was much easier, and the rest of the baby slid out and after a few seconds cried out in rebellion at the cold that came to his skin.

After Sherlock cut the cord, the baby was wrapped in a blanket and set on Molly's chest. Sherlock smiled down at his son, brushing his tiny hand with his finger. A finger the baby promptly latched on to and tried to nurse the tip of.

"I believe he's hungry, mummy. "

"I think you are right. "

While the baby was treated and laid with his mother to feed, Sherlock made the phone calls.

Mycroft was first to arrive. He kissed his mother on the cheek as she held her grandson. John and Mary brought Laura in a few minutes later, and she stood guard over who did and didn't touch HER baby.

Later that night, Sherlock sat on the chair, his sleeping daughter in his arms. Molly held thier son and looked at Sherlock.

"We still have to name him. "

" Not Hamish. No matter what John says. "

"No. Not Hamish. " Molly agreed.

Molly looked at her son and thought on the changes in her life over the past few months. She reached over the the bedside table to retrieve the gift Violet had had given her when she came by with the news that she was getting a grandson.

"I had this made, and hoped it would arrive during the wedding. I kept hoping. But it didn't arrive till last week. Some things, you can't rush.

Molly took the box from Violet and opened it. Inside was a lovely platinum ring. The diamond in the center was expertly shaved into the shape of a rose. On either side of the rose, were small tear shaped diamonds. It as on the tip of Molly's tongue to mention the teardrops were upside down, but she didn't want to be rude with such a beautiful and thoughtful gift. Violet saved her the trouble.

" The teardrops aren't done wrong. Instead of falling FROM the rose, they are drawn TO it. "

Molly looked over the ring now and knew as soon as her fingers went down to normal size, she would have Sherlock place it on her finger.

She wanted to honor his mother. But she drew the line at naming a boy Violet.

"Sherlock? "

"Hmm? "

"What is your mum's maiden name? "

Sherlock saw where this was going and smiled with a nod.

"Addison. "

Molly smiled back down at the sleeping baby.

"Happy Birthday, Addison Holmes. "