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*Six months later*
Molly and Sherlock just got the twins down to sleep. Even though they mainly lived in Molly’s flat, they were staying at Baker Street because Molly’s flat had flooded, thanks to one of Sherlock’s experiments gone wrong. Even though she was very angry at Sherlock, she did not mind staying at Baker Street too much because this gave Mrs Hudson time with her grandchildren.
Life had changed for everyone in the last few months, but they would not change it for the world. The twins were getting bigger and stronger every day. Sofia definitely took after her father; she looked just like him, always knowing what she wanted and was not happy when things did not go her way. Their son was the spitting image of his mother; he had her eyes and whenever Sherlock looked at him, he would melt.
In addition, Molly’s relationship with Mrs Hudson was getting better every day. They were definitely making up for lost time and did not want to waste a minute of it. Mrs Hudson loved spending the time with her family; she loved her grandchildren more than anything in the world and was always happy to look after them.
Sherlock and Molly’s relationship was the best it has ever been. However, tonight, it seemed that Sherlock did not want to play along with Molly’s plan.
“Sherlock, what wrong with you? Normally you’re all over me once the twins are down. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, Molly. I just don’t feel like it tonight,” he said, lying.
“Sherlock, I can tell when you’re lying.”
“I just don’t like doing *that* when you know who is downstairs,” he said, his eyes pointing to the floor.
Molly had to hold back some laughter. “So you’re saying you don’t want to have sex because my mother lives downstairs.”
“No…yes.”
“It didn’t stop us before,” Molly replied to him.
“But that was before we knew that she was your mum.”
“It didn’t stop us when we stayed at your parents’ house.”
“Firstly, that was because my parents have a bigger house. Secondly, I do not want Mrs Hudson hearing us. I don’t want her knowing we do things,” he said, whispering the last part.
This made Molly want to laugh even more. “Sherlock, she’s probably taken her herbal soothers by now. She will be out like a light, and it’s pretty obvious to anyone that we do things.”
“How so?” he said, sounding annoyed.
“We have twins. They did not just appear to us by magic.”
“Oh, yes. Molly, to help you understand how I feel about all this tonight, how about I tell you something?”
“Which is?”
“Mrs Hudson sometimes takes my handcuff and may use them how we have a couple of times.”
Molly suddenly found herself going from laughing at Sherlock to feeling completely uncomfortable in the spaces of a few seconds.
“Yeah, maybe not tonight then, Sherlock.”
“Molly, just think, by this time next week we will be married.”
“Crazy. So much has changed in such a short amount of time.”
“Yes, but I wouldn’t have changed any of it,” Sherlock said, whispering in Molly’s ear.
“I just wish Mary was here to see it all,” Molly admitted.
“Well, if I could change anything, I’d change that. I miss her too,” he said, pulling her into a hug.
“Sherlock, can you do one more thing for me, please?” Molly asked.
“Anything.”
“Can you buy some new handcuffs?”
A week later, and they were all getting ready for the wedding. It was only a small affair, happening in Sherlock’s parents’ backyard. They did not want many guests, just their closest friends. They had invited Greg, Mycroft, John, Rosie, Mena, Mike, Sally, and Anderson, along with Molly’s godfather Elliot and a few of her friends from Barts, and of course their parents. They also decided to invite Eurus, because they did not want her to feel left out of the family. Mycroft promised that she would be on her best behaviour and everyone around her would be safe.
It was a beautiful spring day, and Molly was just getting ready with Sally and her mother’s help. She loved her dress and what Sally had done with her hair.
“You look really beautiful, Molly,” Mrs Hudson told her.
“You really do,” Sally agreed.
“Who’s looking after the twins? Molly asked.
“Sherlock’s parents have them,” Sally replied. “It’s almost time. Are you okay?”
“I’m a little nervous, but mainly just excited.”
Just then, Mr and Mrs Holmes walked in with the twins, Sofia in a sweet little dress. They had chosen two flower girls. Sofia and Rosie, who both had matching outfits, were just adorable. Molly, though, being biased, thought Henry looked very handsome. He had been chosen to be the ringer bearer; of course, the twins would be getting a little bit of a helping hand from their grandparents. Their eyes lit up when they saw their mother.
“Oh, don’t you two look absolutely beautiful,” she said, giving both the twins kisses, which caused both of them to laugh.
“We just wanted to let you know that we are all ready when you are,” Mrs Holmes said.
“I think I’m ready,” Molly said.
Mrs Hudson took her arm. It had been decided some time ago that she would give Molly away. Molly wanted that because Mrs Hudson was the closest thing she had left to her dad, and it felt like what he would have wanted.
“Thanks for doing this, and thanks for wanting to find me,” Molly said.
“It’s no problem. Thank you for letting me back into your life.”
Sherlock was stood at the front of the makeshift aisle, in front of all their guests, with John as his best man next to him.
“I’m proud of you too, mate. You changed so much in the last year, and I know that Mary would be proud of you too. She did always say that she thought there was something between you two, but I told her that you two were friends. She was always one step ahead of me.”
“You’ve got that right,” Sherlock laughed. “And thank you.”
Before they could say anymore, the music started, and Molly appeared at the end of the aisle with their children and godchild just in front. Sherlock could not take his eyes off of Molly. He wished he could stop time so he would be able to see her like this forever. He was grateful for his mind place. He would never delete this image.
“Hi,” she whispered to him.
“Hi. You look so beautiful,” he whispered back.
Mycroft stood in front of them both and began to speak. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”
The ceremony was beautiful, and went without a problem. Now came the thing that Sherlock was dreading the most: John’s best man speech.
“Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please,” John began. “One of the first things I learnt about Sherlock Holmes was that he was married to his work. I guess that’s why he married Molly. She was always helping him with his work, even before the first day I met him. There she was, at his side, fetching him a coffee. Of course, he was a complete ass to her - or just being Sherlock.” His entire audience laughed. “But, as time went on, I guess, looking back now, Sherlock slowly started to see how he needed and trusted Molly. He went to her in his time of need, and being the wonderful person that she is. Molly helped him. She just wanted to keep him safe.
“When Sherlock came back from his two years away, he was nicer. Still a pain, but he was nicer. I believe this was all down to Molly, and again, looking back, I think Sherlock was a little sad to see that Molly had moved on from him during his time away. Nevertheless, he respected her wishes and wanted her to be happy, even though it killed him inside. However, things did not work out for Molly and Meat Dagger. Sherlock took his time before he went to Molly and told her how felt, but, when he did, he didn’t waste any time.”
“The moment I knew that there was something between these two than just friendship was the day of a phone call. Sherlock, he had to make Molly say three very important words. If he did not, he would lose her - but I also learnt he would not just lose her. He told me that Molly was pregnant. It was a shock, but it was during that phone call when I finally saw how much he loves her. The way he said those words, well, not even Sherlock Holmes could fake that.
“Seeing him as a father as well is something that I never thought that I’d see, but, like everything else, he is bloody brilliant at it. I will not forget when he told me that Molly had twins. I thought that he was joking. According to Sherlock, it is never twins. Well, I guess he can be wrong every now and again. Molly and Sherlock have two beautiful children, Henry and Sofia, who are very lucky to have the parents that they have and I could not ask for better godparents for my own child, Rosie. I wish you two a lifetime of happiness. To the happy couple.”
“To the happy couple,” every guest repeated, before applauding John's speech.
“What you think?” John asked as he sat back down.
“It was very good, but you didn’t solve a case in your speech - unlike me.”
Molly kicked Sherlock under the table. “Sorry, John, but what my husband was meant to say was that it was lovely. Thank you.”
For their first dance, Sherlock got Eurus to perform a piece she had composed for the event. It was very beautiful, and Molly thought it was the sweetest thing he has ever heard.
Sherlock was glad when the whole thing was over so he could give Molly his present. When they were back in his old room, the twins being looked after by other family members to give the happy couple a night off, Sherlock handed Molly an oddly shaped package. She was very confused at what he was handing her.
“What is this?” Molly asked.
“A gift for you. Open it and find out.”
When Molly opened it, she was shocked, but found the gift funny and brilliant. Inside was a brand new set of handcuffs.
“You did say you wanted me to get you a new pair, just for us. In addition, there is one more thing,” he said, handing her an envelope. “I was using your laptop the other day and I saw that you had been looking up houses just outside London. Well, when I say houses, there was a particular one you kept looking at. Very big, six bedrooms, nice size garden for kids and a dog, and even a garage that could be turned into a lab.”
“Sherlock, what are you saying?”
“Look inside the envelope, Molly.”
Molly opened it, and all she could find was a key. “Sherlock, is this -?…Did you buy the house!?”
“Yes, I did. We move in as soon as we get back from our holiday.”
“Oh, Sherlock, that is the sweetest thing ever, thank you! But what about Baker Street?”
“Mrs Hudson and I have agreed that I can use it as an office, and 221c is going to become a place for the twins when they get older and visit.”
“You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?”
“Yes, I have. I just wanted to make you happy, Molly Holmes, and that is what I intend to do for the rest of our lives.”
“I like hearing you call me Molly Holmes,” Molly giggled.
“I could say it all night if you like,” he whispered in her ear.
“Sherlock, one more thing. If it’s just you, me, and the twins, what are we going to do with those extra three rooms?”
“I can think of a few ways of filling them up,” Sherlock laughed, giving her a wink.
Therefore, Molly and Sherlock lived happily ever after. Well, that was until the terrible twos started.