September came quickly as did the weekend of their wedding. Mrs. Holmes had gone dress shopping with Molly after finding out about their engagement two months back. Mycroft had insisted on making the décor tasteful for the small backyard garden wedding at the Holmes' house. Sherlock stood at the yellow rose trellis alter with John by his side as best man. Meena stood opposite them as the maid of honor. Rosie practically skipped down the aisle as flower girl, her blonde curls adorned with the baby's breath flower crown Molly had made for her.

The guests who awaited Molly's procession were Mrs. Hudson, Greg, Mike, Mycroft, Mrs. Holmes and Meena's husband with their one month old son. Sherlock felt his breath being taken away as his father walked Molly down the aisle. She wore a lovely white strapless gown with a sweetheart neckline and lace applique. Her bouquet consisted of blue sweet Williams, white daisies and baby's breath. Her hair was in a braided crown that was brought into a curled bun at the back of her head with baby's breath interwoven.

Mr. Holmes placed Molly's hands in his son's and returned to his seat beside his wife. Surprisingly enough, Mycroft became ordained to officiate the marriage for them. Sherlock and Molly exchanged smiles and glances throughout the ceremony.

"I believe my brother and sister-in-law have prepared their own vows," Mycroft announced.

"Sherlock," Molly spoke. "Where to begin? I suppose I should start with the fact that I am honoured for you to have deemed me to be the only person besides your parents that can call you William." The guests chuckled when she said this. "It may seem strange to say that I feel as if I've known you my entire life. When we first met, I felt my whole world change and tilt on its axis. Over the years, I fell deeper in love with you the more I got to know you. You are frustrating and caring; loving and a bit careless at times. You are fearful but also so very brave. I have watched you grow and I have fallen in love with every version of yourself." There was a pause before she continued. "I love that we're both extremely strange," she laughed and so did he. "You understand me like no other. I simply cannot express how excited I am for us to take on this new adventure; to grow together. I love you more than anything and I will always be there, no matter what comes our way."

There wasn't a dry eye amongst everyone. They were all tearing up.

"Molly Hooper," Sherlock smiled. "I've always loved the way your name rolled off of my tongue. I hope you won't be opposed to hearing me say Molly Holmes." They all laughed at this lightheartedly. "Every moment with you has been the best investment of my time. I once scoffed at the idea of romantic entanglements; mostly because I did not believe anyone could truly love me. The fact that a most beautiful, wise, kind, intelligent woman such as yourself did was hard for me to process; surely, it must have been a mistake, but you proved me wrong. I hope that you continue to prove me wrong about love and sentiment; for it's the only thing that I'm glad to have been wrong about. I know we've had our hard times, but amongst those rough waters, your strength shone through and it is something I admire greatly about you. You give me strength every day. This new adventure we are embarking on is bound to be my favourite one yet. I look forward to growing our family and growing old with you, Molly, for I am most ardently in love with you."

After the I do's and the exchange of rings, Sherlock didn't even wait for his brother to tell him to kiss his bride much to the delight of their friends and family. They snogged much longer than appropriate and only parted with their faces flushed when Greg jokingly told them to get a room.

Molly was absolutely glowing. As she danced with her new husband to the song he had composed for them, she couldn't help but wonder if she should tell him. The gentle melody flowed through them as their feet appeared to glide gracefully in the grass. Molly had taken to dancing barefoot, as it was easier on her small feet.

"I have a surprise for you, Mister Holmes," she whispered in his ear.

"Consider me intrigued, Mrs. Holmes" Sherlock replied. Their song reached the end as she quietly told him.

Their family and friends looked on in confusion as to what was happening. Sherlock had stepped a short distance away from Molly, his eyes shining and his mouth slightly agape. Molly was beaming and nodded her head in confirmation of whatever she told him. The confusion was no longer an issue when they watched Sherlock drop to his knees and wrap his arms around her waist, pressing a tender kiss to her belly. Molly had been pregnant for six weeks; they were having a baby.

"I take it you're happy?" she laughed gleefully.

"Molly Holmes, I couldn't ask for a better wedding gift," he spoke softly, lifting her in his arms and spinning her around. Their friends and family cheered at the news. They joined in to dance, Sherlock's parents, John with Rosie and Greg with Mrs. Hudson. Meena and her husband both danced with their son held carefully in their arms. Mycroft was surprised when Molly pulled him in for one and Sherlock laughed at the look of discomfort on his brother's face.

When Molly returned to his arms, Sherlock kissed her firmly. He was still reeling from the news of her pregnancy. Their hearts felt whole and at once they knew, in each other's arms, they were home.

Author's Note: Stay tuned for the epilogue!