Hello earthlings I come in peace or relative peace. Forgetting that. This is another little tiny story about Sherlock and his favorite girl Molly. And maybe other people will join. Enjoy
Molly woke up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She rolled over and found her husband Sherlock staring up at the ceiling.
"Are we thinking about something Mr. Holmes" she asked. He ignored her and continued to look up. She tapped his shoulders hopping to break him from his trance. He shook his head and looked at his shoulders then followed the hand up to Molly. When he found her face he sighed and went back to looking at the ceiling.
"Something wrong Sherlock" she said as she nuzzled up to him.
"I got a text from The Woman" he said. Molly sat up. She remembered the last time she saw the woman. She was dead on her slab and she didn't know she was alive until three weeks after she and Sherlock had started dating.
"What did she say" Molly asked.
"She said Let's have dinner, which doesn't mean the consumption of food for your information" he said. Molly pieced it together in her head.
"What did you say back" she asked even though she was slightly worried about the answer. Sherlock handed Molly his phone and Molly looked at the screen.
Sorry. Molly cooked dinner and I'm full- SH.
Molly giggled.
"That must have shut her up" she said. Sherlock smilies.
"It did" he stated. They both giggled at Irene until they heard the sound of running. They both turned their heads towards the door, but before they could do anything three little boys came crashing in the room. They all ran and jumped on the bed.
"Boys what are you doing" yelled Molly. Her youngest Livingston who was only three went up and hugged her.
"We 'erd you mommy" he said. Molly hugged him back. The other two boys where talking to their dad.
"Daddy" said her middle child Remington asked.
"What Remmy" replied Sherlock.
"Welly said that that he didn't steal my toy but I know he did" said her son.
"Do you have evidence to support you claim" Sherlock asked. Remmy though for a little while.
"Yesterday he was always around my stuff and today I saw it sticking out from his toy box" Remmy said. All of her boys had Sherlock's hair and his smarts but Livingston hadn't shown to be against everything like his brothers where. His brothers always tried to impress their dad while Livy was content to be with his mom.
"That is some very strong evidence. Wellington do you have anything to back your statement" Sherlock asked. Welly looked at his brother then back to his dad before speaking.
"He planted the toy and I wasn't hanging around his stuff he made that up" said the oldest Holmes boy. Molly giggled.
"Has it ever occurred to you two that you could share the toy and both play with it" Molly explained. The two boys laughed at the idea and Sherlock smiled at Molly.
"Your silly mommy" said the two boys. They started to shove their way off the bed and make their way out when Welly suddenly stopped mid run. He turned back to face his parents an waved his hands.
"Come on Livy we need you. Your the only one that can crawl in the air vents" he said. With that her youngest crawled away to play some silly game.
"Bye mommy" he said. Molly waved good bye and saw her two boys walk out of the room. Sherlock sighed and laid his head down on his pillow.
"Livingston seems very clingy to you. Doesn't even seem to notice me" he said. Molly giggled inside our head and went down to meet Sherlock's eye level.
"Are we jealous Mr. Holmes" she asked. Sherlock snorted and rolled around where his back was in her face.
"I never get jealous especially with you over a 3 year old" he said. Molly didn't believe him and wrapped her arms around his chest.
"It's ok Sherlock, he loves you" she told him. Sherlock turned over to face her again. His face inches from hers.
"I don't believe you" he mumbled.
"He just is in that stage when he loves his mommy. Don't you remember when Welly and Remmy did the same thing" she asked. Sherlock frowned.
"They grew out of it by the time they could make proper decisions" he said again. He burrowed his face in a pillow. Molly chose to ignore that and continue.
"Sherlock don't get all upset over nothing. You know what will cheer you up, a nice interesting case. Maybe Lestrade has one for you" she said. She reached for his phone and looked as his messages from Lestrade.
Young man found dead in a dumpster. Need you up here before they come to dump him into a truck- GL
"Hey look its a case" Molly showed him. Sherlock got up and looked at the screen.
"I'm not going to that on" he said laying his head back down. Molly was confused.
"Why not sounds fun" she told him. Sherlock lifted his head and looked directly into her eyes.
It sounds dull" he said. Molly understood.
"Oh Sherlock come on let's get up and do something" she said. Sherlock got a devious look on his face.
"Or we could stay here and do something. Most likely you" he said. He dipped his head and started to kiss her neck. Molly tried to stop him.
"Sherlock no we can't. The kids are in the next room they're bound to hear us" she said as Sherlock continued his mission across her neck.
"It's just basic biology they'll learn it sooner of later" he said. Molly sighed.
"Sherlock they are 7, 5, and 3 years old they aren't ready for basic biology" she said. Sherlock stopped with a grumble.
"We haven't studied basic biology in a while Molly" Sherlock moaned. Molly sighed.
"I consider ourselves lucky its only been two weeks. It's called being a parent Sherlock" she said. Sherlock grumbled.
"It feels longer than that" he said. Sherlock's eyes brightened and he went and took his phone away from Molly. Then he rapidly pushed the screen and sent a text to someone. Moments later his phone vibrated and he smiled at the screen.
"Who did you just text" Molly asked. Sherlock smiled.
"I texted John and asked him if it was possible to set up a play date over at his house. That way we can have 221 B all to ourselves and he said yes" he said kissing her forehead. Molly shook her head.
"Don't you feel bad shoving your kids off in someone else" she asked him. On Molly's bedside table she heard a buzzing sound and turned to pick up her phone. It was a text from John.
Sherlock hasn't gotten any in a while has he-JW
Molly giggled uncontrollably and Sherlock just sat not having a clue what was going on. Sherlock felt he needed to be rewarded for his brilliance and leaned in to kiss Molly, but he was interrupted by a small boy running in their room. Sherlock closed his eyes in frustration.
"Daddy. Welly got stuck. We need you to help get him out. Come on daddy" yelled Livingston. Molly smiled.
"See he knows your here" she told him. Sherlock opened his eyes and got out of bed. Then he followed his young son out of his room.
"Stuck in what Livy" he asked jut as he left the room. Molly giggled at her family. The Holmes boys meant so much more than it had years ago. Years ago its meant two men one stuck up and snobbish while the other was gorgeous and a genius. Now it made her think of three little boys and their sociopath of a dad. She was cut off from her thoughts when she heard a loud thump on the other side of her wall. She rushed out of bed and ran to the boys room to see what was wrong. She opened the door and saw Sherlock laying on the ground with all three of the boys on top of him. They all where laughing. Sherlock's laugh being dark while the boys where high pitched.
"What is going on in here" asked Molly trying not to laugh herself. Sherlock lifted himself and put his weigh in his elbows and the boys all turned around.
"Well mommy Livy had the idea to test if dad would easily fall into a trap so we set up an experiment and Livy was right" said Remmy. Sherlock picked up Livy and lifted him into the air making Livy laughed more.
"Maybe we'll make a Holmes boy out of you yet"
Cute wasn't it. Adorable I would say. I would love to see Sherlock play with his kids. It would be a total fangirl moment for the entire fan base. Thanks For Reading.