A/N: Hi guys! :D I know that I've been kind of mean to you in the last few chapters. So, I'll be nice. :) Oh! And P.S. There might be a twist. (Mischievous smile) Only time and imagination can tell. Answer to your review

Irene90- Okay. :) What you seek is in this chapter. I promise. :)

I couldn't believe that Sherlock was there. He didn't look upset, agitated, or in anyway like he was going to kill someone. He was looking down at Snow in a fatherly way.

"Uh. Sherlock, what are you doing here?" I finally managed to say.

His brilliant blue eyes looked up at me as he answered, "I could ask you the same thing, but it is painfully obvious to me."

I slightly winced as I thought that he was going to deduct what I was doing there. But, surprisingly, he didn't. He just stood silently and patiently waited for my answer.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked.

"Well, I tried calling you, but the line was busy. Reluctantly, I asked Mycroft to track your phone. He was even generous enough to give me the conversation that you were having with John," he simply stated.

"Wait, why did Mycroft give you the conversation?" John asked with clear confusion in his voice.

"He was just doing me a favor, John."

I looked over at John and saw his calm face turn into the tell-tale signs that he was about to lecture Sherlock about something. Quite possibly how he should leave private conversations private. But before he could, Snow ran up to Sherlock's side and started talking again. She held her hands up to him as if she was trying to push an invisible wall. But white glitter came out of her gloves.

"Sherlock, what did she say?" I asked. "And how did she do that?"

"She said that if we weren't going to stop arguing, she was going to freeze all of our hearts. Uncle Mycroft sent his love."

"The British Government has a heart?" John asked.

"Apparently," my husband sighed.

I glanced back at Hamish only to find him wearing an expression that was both delighted and hopelessly confused. I tried to contain a giggle, but a faint one escaped.

Sherlock looked at me with a confused expression and asked, "What?" Then he saw Hamish. "Hello, who are you if I may ask?"

"I'm apparently your son, Hamish."

Sherlock silently looked around the room and then back at Hamish.

"I think that you will make a fine son, Hamish," was Sherlock's reply after his silent deduction.

"So…Sherlock?" John asked, cautiously.

"Yes?"

John hesitated, then asked, "Do you know why Molly was here? At the orphanage?"

Sherlock's icy eyes were calculating everything for a second be fore answering.

"No, I can't think of any reason why she would be here," he looked at me, "Why were you here, Molly?"

I silently sighed then answered, with a smile, "Happy early birthday, Sherlock. I wanted to surprise you with the kids, but since you've already seen them-"

He kissed me gently, effectively cutting me off, before saying, "You wanted to make everything perfect and I understand and appreciate what you're trying to do for me."

A/N: I'm so sorry if this isn't what you expected, but it's what I came up with. :( But, if anything, I really hope you enjoyed it. :) Please leave a review. Free virtual hugs for everyone! :D