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She never should have agreed to go to the conference. She knew there was a lot of prestige for Barts riding on this, a lot of accolades for her as well, and a nice potential raise and even the chance at getting a seat on the board, but she should have known that something like this would happen. She was racing the clock, hoping against hope that, just for once, her daughters would do something unpredictable this Christmas like, oh…stay in bed before the sun rose.
She waited for her plane to land at Heathrow. Her brother-in-law had pulled strings to get her a business class booking; he probably would have tried to get her a private plane if he could, but this was all he could do and, well, Mycroft had done what he could do. The flight attendant made her way over to her and helped her get her things. This was curious. She was led off the plane to see a familiar figure there, giving her a grin. “Lights and sirens, at least until we get close to Baker Street,” Lestrade said.
“Oh, I could kiss you,” Molly said, giving her friend a hug. She glanced at the watch and saw it was nearly seven. They gathered her luggage quickly, including the extra bag of wrapped gifts, and then she was bundled in the back of a patrol car, speeding home, lights and sirens on until they were four blocks away from 221 Baker Street. Soon they pulled up in front and she was greeted at the door by her husband, clad in pyjamas and dressing gown. She got out and made her way to the door while the first rays of light started to touch the morning sky. “Are they…?” she asked.
“Patricia and Frances are still in bed, though I’m not entirely sure they’re still asleep,” Sherlock said, giving her a smile. “They decided it would be best to wait until their mother got home and settled before they burst into the room for their customary Christmas morning routine.” Then he moved to pull her close to him before leaning in. “Though I could, perhaps, make mention when I walk by their room to have them wait a little while so I can properly snog their mother, as I haven’t seen her in a week and missed her greatly. I’m sure they’ll understand presents can wait.” She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck before kissing him, glad to be home for Christmas.