"We're thinking of getting married soon." Mary announced in the middle of breakfast the next morning.
Everyone let out words of congratulations.
"When are you two going to tie the knot?" Mrs. Hudson asked.
"We were thinking of November. It's only a few months away." John replied. "And Sherlock I want you to be the best man."
Sherlock looked up from his plate with his eyebrows creased. "Why?"
"Well because your-"
"I don't enjoy weddings and I would hardly enjoy yours any more than I would others, no offense Mary." Sherlock interrupted "If an interesting case came up I couldn't even be counted on to be at the wedding. Why on earth would you want me-"
"Because you're my best friend!" John yelled across the table. "I want my best friend to be my best man. Is that perfectly okay with you?"
Sherlock sat there for moments, not blinking or moving. He seemed to be trying to process the information. After a moment-
"Yes…that sounds okay to me." Sherlock whispered.
"Well now that one aspect of the wedding is settled, I better begin planning it." Mary smiled.
The months passed quickly and with everyone helping to plan the wedding, as did the wedding planning. Both Mrs. Holmes were helpful with the venue and the flowers. Molly helped with the dresses and Sherlock helped decided who should sit next to who so that everyone was at least outwardly happy. ('Some people are going to have to be miserable. There is no way that everyone that comes to this wedding are going to be happy' he had told everyone one day.) So when November 7th came everyone was ready.
"Sherlock, hurry up! We have to be at the church in less than an hour!" Molly yelled up the steps. Instead of Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson came scurrying down the steps. "Sorry dear. I had to get the present. Now where-"
"It's in the dining room. You put the present on the table before you went upstairs. Sherlock, hurry!" Molly yelled again as Mrs. Hudson ran to the dining room. Mr. Holmes was the next to come down the steps.
"Did Violet already-"
"She's in the car with the present. Mrs. Hudson is getting her present and then going out to the car."
Mr. Holmes gave Molly a quick kiss on the forehead. "What would we do without you?"
Molly gave a smile before turning back to the stairs. "Sherlock! So help me God I will come up there!" Molly yelled as Mr. Holmes walked away.
"I'm coming, stop yelling." Sherlock said as he started down the stairs. Molly's breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of Sherlock in his suit. She tried to ignore how well it fit his figure and how his hair curled perfectly under his hat.
"A yellow bow?" Sherlock asked, coming to stand next to Molly.
"It matches my dress." Molly shrugged "I thought that it would look good."
"It does…it suits you very well." Molly felt her cheeks redden and she dropped Sherlock's gaze.
"Well, shall we?" Sherlock asked, offering Molly his arm.
"Lead the way Mr. Holmes." Molly chuckled taking Sherlock's arm.
"That was a lovely ceremony" Mrs. Hudson babbled as Sherlock walked her to her dinner table.
"If you insisted upon crying incessantly do us all a kindness and use a handkerchief." Sherlock quipped.
"Now there's no need to be so moody, dear. I must say that Ms. Hooper looks quite lovely, doesn't she?"
Sherlock turned his head to watch as Molly helped one of the older guest to their seats, chatting amiably with them.
"Yes she is." Sherlock replied quietly, almost as if he was talking to himself.
The night was drawing to a close as the sun began to set. Most of the wedding guests had left, but there were still some dancing to the songs on the band. A slow song started to play and Molly stared wistfully at the ground, silently willing herself to stop hoping that a certain someone would ask her to dance. After Sherlock had given his best man speech and dinner was over, he had been successfully moping by himself at a table. Molly would have gone to sit with him, but John's great-aunt had decided that it was a good time to tell Molly her life story. The sound of a throat being cleared jolted Molly out of her thoughts. She turned to see Sherlock standing in front of her.
"Do you want to-? I mean, it's fine if you don't but I was wondering if-?"
"Yes?" Molly asked, hopeful.
Instead of answering, Sherlock just held his hand out to help Molly up and began to walk to the dance floor.
"I'd love to." Molly giggled.
Sherlock gave a small smile and gently placed his hand on Molly's waist as she rested her hand on his shoulder. They joined hands and slowly began a waltz.
"So…how are you?" Sherlock asked awkwardly. If Molly hadn't known better she could have sworn that Sherlock's had a pink tinge to his cheeks.
"I'm good…and you?"
"I am also good."
They continued on dancing, both unsure of what to say. Neither wanted to break the silence that hung between them, afraid that it ruin something.
"This is…this is nice." Molly said quietly.
"It is."
"We should do this more often." Molly said before realizing what she said. "Not just us, everyone should dance more often…not that dancing with you isn't fun because that's not it! It's very enjoyable…not that I'm over enjoying it! I'm going to shut up now." Molly turned her burning face away trying to hide.
Sherlock chuckled "No, I enjoying hearing you talk."
"You do?" Molly turned back to face Sherlock and caught his gaze.
"Yes, of course." Sherlock felt his face getting hot again. "I'm feeling a little dizzy." Sherlock said quietly.
"Me too." Molly whispered back. "Maybe we should stop dancing."
"We have."
Molly and Sherlock just stood there and looked at each other with their arms still around each other.
"Sherlock! There's someone that I want you to meet!" Mrs. Hudson called from one of the tables. Sherlock shook out of it and turned to reply to Mrs. Hudson. When Sherlock's gaze was off her, Molly dropped her eyes to the ground.
"You better go over there. She's very persistent." Molly smiled, not looking at Sherlock.
Sherlock gave a nod and released Molly, leaving her behind as he went to Mrs. Hudson's table where another older woman was sitting. Molly watched him walk away. Suddenly Molly heard a voice behind her.
"Would you help me find my seat, darling?" Molly's back stiffened as she felt the man put his hand gently on her lower back.