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It was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for a wedding. The ceremony had just finished, and the happy couple was taking pictures outside before they all headed over to the reception. Sherlock Holmes had never been much for weddings, or social gatherings in general, but so far, he was finding this one to be tolerable. Maybe it was because it was the wedding of two of his closest friends or perhaps it was the presence of his girlfriend and daughter. He was so distracted by the two of them, admiring their beauty in the sunshine, that he didn’t realize someone was talking to him.
“Famous Sherlock Holmes.” Janine, a bridesmaid, said. “Looked forward to meeting you, but no sex.”
“Sorry?” He flustered.
“You know; the best man and the bridesmaid.”
“Yeah, I’m actually with someone; yellow dress.” He gestured to where Molly stood, and Janine quickly apologized and backed off. Kate then called him over to have his picture taken with the two of them. He joined the two and Kate positioned herself in between the couple, wrapping her arms around them. Molly wore a bright yellow dress and ribbon in her hair, while Kate wore a dark green dress that was longer in the back and she had her hair tied into a high ponytail. While they had their picture taken, he briefly wondered if his own wedding might be like this. They had only been together for over six months, but if he was going to do it with anyone, it would be Molly. Eventually, they all moved to the reception hall and the wedding party greeted the guests. Kate stood to the side, enjoying the flowers when she noticed a particular guest, one of Mary’s, look terrified of Sherlock for a second while he dogged Mary’s attempt at a hug.
“What did you do?” She whispered to Sherlock.
“What was necessary.” He replied.
“I knew you should have been supervised.” She shook her head and went to get a drink.
Sometime later after some more guests had arrived, including Mycroft and Anthea, they all sat down for the meal, and soon it was time for the speeches. Sherlock’s speech had been, interesting, to say the least. After a rocky start where he insulted the vicar and the other bridesmaids, he actually brought a few tears to people’s eyes, particular Molly and Mrs. Hudson, when he talked about how lucky John was to have Mary and how he didn’t expect to ever be anyone’s friend let alone a best friend. It was certainly the highlight of the reception, well that and the waltz he composed for them, or perhaps it was when Sherlock helped the newlyweds realize they were expecting. When a slow song came on, Molly and Sherlock gently swayed to the music, holding each other close.
“I’ve been thinking.” He told her.
“Nothing new there.” She teased, not moving her head from his chest.
“Maybe you should officially move in.”
“Really?” She asked, looking up at him.
“Well, I want you there and so does Kate, we talked about it a few days ago.” He explained. “Half your stuff is already there, makes sense when you think about it. Please say yes.”
“Yes, it does.” She turned to look over at Kate who was sitting at one of the tables, playing on her phone. She looked up and smiled at Molly, that one little smile helped everything fall into place.
“I’d love to.” She told him with confidence.
“I love you.” He told her, the words coming so easy to him.
“I love you too.” She moved to kiss him, sealing the deal.
Across the dance floor, Anthea and Mycroft were also gently swaying to the music. They reminisced about their own wedding day as they held each other close. Despite her smile, Mycroft could tell something was on her mind, he didn’t have to ask what it was.
“You’re not lying to them by knowing the truth.” He pointed out. “It’s like what we do at work; what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”
“It feels like I am lying, when will you tell him?”
“She’s still in London, has been for over a fortnight but she hasn’t made a move to contact them. I need to get to her first, once I know then I’ll maybe I will say something.” He explained, kissing her forehead when the song came to an end, and a faster one played. Kate got up from her seat and moved to join Sherlock and Molly on the dance floor. The three of them happily spinning around, not a care in the world.
It was then that Anthea truly understood her husband’s refusal to tell them the truth. She herself didn’t know the full story, only that Sarah and Mycroft made a deal that meant she would stay out of London and never contact any of them. He wanted to protect Kate and Sherlock’s happiness, it had just been the two of them long before Sarah supposedly died. The two of them in that little bubble of theirs, soon that bubble expanded to include Molly, John, and Mary. How would Molly feel if Sarah was alive? She was practically Kate’s mother at this point, and she’d wager there would be another wedding before too long.
“If you can get her to leave, then they never need to know right?” She asked Mycroft.
“The truth will die with us.” He assured her.
“Very morbid Love.” She teased. “But that’s good, can’t let the bubble burst.”
“I always told him not to get involved.”/p>
“Then what do you call this?” she teased, taking his hand in hers and holding them up, her ring shining in the disco lights.
“Inevitable.” He answered before kissing her soundly.
The night soon came to an end and the guest slowly made their way home. By midnight, the newlyweds were swaying to the soft music, oblivious to their remaining guests. Kate was practically passed out, with her head on Sherlock’s shoulder. Sherlock looked at his daughter and then to the corner of the room where Molly was talking with Lestrade. He couldn’t believe this was his life right now; he was at his best friend’s wedding and he would soon be going home with his girlfriend and daughter. For the longest time, he thought it would just be him and Kate, but now they were a little family of five, soon to be six. Once Molly had said goodnight to Lestrade she came back to the table and Sherlock wrapped his free arm around Molly. They sat like that for a few minutes until Kate woke up and they all decided to head home. They said their goodbyes to John and Mary, who thanked them for coming and for his speech. They called a cab and Sherlock helped Molly with her coat, Kate watched the two and gave a knowing smile.
“You asked her to move in.” She said.
“And she said yes.” Sherlock said.
“Does this mean we have a cat now?”
“I hadn’t thought of that.” Sherlock mumbled, seeming to forget about the cat.
“Well the cat and I are a package deal.” Molly explained, with a serious expression.
“We’ll make it work.” He assured her. “If you can handle a teenager, I can handle a cat.”
“You make it seem like I’m the difficult one. If she can live with you, you can live with Toby.”
“Maybe I should reconsider.” Molly thought. Kate and Sherlock exchanged a worried look and quickly pushed her out the venue, into the waiting cab, talking about how it was too late and how they had already started packing her stuff. Molly laughed at their antics and stared out the window, happy to be going home.