Warm air and the smell of freshly baked pastries hit him as soon as he opened the door. Sherlock sloughed off his coat and hung it on the wood pegs by the door. He kicked the door shut behind him, blocking the raging snow storm outside, and stomped the snow from his boots.
Following his nose to the sweets, he heard voices and laughter ringing out from the kitchen. He opened the door and ducked inside.
'You're back!' Molly looked up at his entrance and smiled widely. She gestured toward her flour-covered apron and messy hands. 'I'd greet you properly, but…'
Sherlock ignored her protests and caught her round the waist for a proper hello. He pulled back and licked his lips, his tone accusing. 'Sugar cookie dough?'
'It was his idea.' She pointed an accusing finger at Mycroft, who had a finger in his mouth. The British Government froze, his eyes wide. Slowly, he pushed the bowl of dough away from him.
'Molly,' Sherlock turned back to her with a frown.
'Oh, leave her alone, William,' Mummy tsked as she bustled into the kitchen. She pushed between them and led Molly around the table to a chair. 'She's eating for two now, let her have some sweets.'
'Raw eggs are not healthy, even for someone who isn't the mother of my future prodigy.'
Molly wiped her hands on a clean dishtowel, then tossed it at him. 'Oh, lighten up, Sherlock, there aren't any raw eggs in it. We made it specifically for eating as a dough.'
Sherlock swiped a smidgen of the dough from the bowl and brought it to his nose, giving it a suspicious sniff. 'No eggs?'
'Not a one.'
He didn't seem to believe them and tentatively licked the dough. He blinked several times, then proceeded to eat the rest from his finger. 'Not bad.'
Molly smiled smugly.
Plopping down in the chair across from Mycroft, he held the bowl against his chest and dragged his finger through the dough, scooping up a large dollop.
'Oi!' Mycroft protested and reached for the bowl. 'Molly made that for us, not you!'
Sherlock curled himself around the bowl and twisted away. 'You've had your share! Plus some probably...fatty.'
'Sherlock, give it back!'
'No!'
Molly shook her head fondly at the bickering brothers and rubbed her rounded belly. 'Welcome to the circus, kiddo.'