"Five quid that it was the husband," Molly piped up, a handful of popcorn going into her mouth. They were watching old murder documentaries which became their Friday night tradition unless Sherlock had a case to work on.

"No bet this time, you're right," Sherlock told her. "I'll make a detective out of you yet."

"Ha ha, I think I'll stick with cadavers," she replied, "but thank you for the compliment."

By the second documentary, Sherlock decided to lean against one end of the sofa and stretched out his legs. Molly caught a chill from his cold feet hitting her thigh. The one time she wears shorts and his feet are freezing.

"Your feet are giving me chills, stop it," Molly attempted to push them off of her playfully.

"Did you just wipe your popcorn fingers on me?" he laughed.

"Yes, now budge over," she told him. He moved his legs back over to his side and Molly crawled over to curl up next to him, pressing a kiss to his neck. Once she was snuggled in comfortably, Sherlock's gaze shifted to look down at her. He wondered how a woman so small could have such a big heart, let alone hold so much love for him. And for the first time, Sherlock realized that love was worth fighting for. Molly was always worth fighting for.

It was bordering on midnight and Molly had fallen asleep, still nestled next to him on the sofa. He pressed a kiss in her hair and lingered for a moment, unaware that he had woken her.

"I once thought sentiment was a chemical defect; it's not. I now find that it is the most important chemical imbalance. You showed me that; taught me how to love and let it in. Thank you. Molly Hooper, you are truly my best friend. You've never wished I would be someone I'm not. Falling in love with you; well, I thought I'd never take another fall, but you are the exception. You're always there to catch me."

Sherlock's words had her silently crying. Once a tear hit his hand, he knew she had heard him. Lifting her chin up to meet his gaze, her eyes filled with tears, he kissed her tenderly.

"Molly, I—"

"Shhh, I love you too," she smiled. He carried her to bed and eventually fell asleep in her arms, his head resting just atop her breast. Sherlock had been taking better care of himself since starting his relationship with Molly. He ate and slept more than usual, even while on cases, but Sherlock was happy; happier than he could remember ever being.

When Molly woke the next morning, she carefully slid off of the bed as to not wake him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he mumbled, reaching out for her hand.

"Meena texted me and wanted to meet for brunch," Molly told him. "I need to go back to my flat and change."

"That matter needs to be fixed," Sherlock stated.

"What matter?" she asked.

"You," he replied, playfully pulling her back down on the bed, "should move in with me."

"Really?" Molly gasped. They had only been together for four months now and she figured that Sherlock would want to take things more slowly but she was excited at this new development.

"Yes," he breathed, "really." Sherlock caressed her face gently before sprinkling kisses all over her forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks and lips. "I want to wake up to you every morning and come home to you every night."

"I want that too," she told him with a smile.

"So, is that a yes?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes," Molly laughed as she kissed him. "But I really need to get going now. Love you." He reluctantly let her go, thrilled with the new prospect of their relationship.

It had been a few months since Molly had last seen Meena, so naturally, it surprised her to see her best friend from Uni sporting a small baby bump.

"Oh my goodness, look at you!" Molly exclaimed, hugging her friend.

"I know! I would've told you sooner, but things have been so crazy lately and thought it best to just surprise you!" Meena replied.

"How far along are you?" Molly asked.

"Nearly four months," Meena answered. "And, it's a boy!"

"That's so great, Meena, I'm so happy for you and David," she told her as they sat down at an outdoor table.

"Thanks! Enough about me though; I heard through the grapevine that Sherlock Holmes finally got his head out of his arse," Meena laughed. "How long have you been together?"

"A little over four months," Molly replied. "Things are going really well and I'm happy. So is he."

"That's great, Molls, I'm really happy for both of you. It's about time; I was getting tired of seeing his yearning puppy dog eyes when you weren't looking," Meena told her.

"And you never told me!?" Molly laughed.

"Wasn't my secret to tell," she remarked.

"Sherlock, I'm…home?" she announced, but it came out as a question. It sounded so natural on her tongue to call Baker Street home.

"Yeeeees, I can explain," Sherlock slowly turned around from where he was adding her books to the shelves in the sitting room. "John told me you'd probably be angry with me, but I thought I'd help and—"

"I'm not angry," Molly giggled. "I think it's sweet you're so eager to help me move in." She moved towards him until she was standing beside him and slipped the book out of his hand. "But I think I'll handle the books."

"It's probably for the best," he chuckled. "And don't worry, I brought some of your clothes over as well."

"Sherlock Holmes," she playfully scolded, throwing the union jack pillow at him.

"I'm sorry, okay, I—" he stopped short when Molly began unbuttoning his aubergine shirt, placing kisses down his chest. "I surrender; I'm yours."

"Then what are you waiting for, Mister Holmes?" Molly purred. He lifted her up and she giggled as he carried her to his—their—bedroom. "I'll never get tired of that."

"Neither will I," he said before nudging the door open and kissing her.

Author's Note: this chapter is probably sickeningly sweet, but I love it lol