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He had tried, over the years, to verbalize his feelings more. To everyone, really; John deserved to hear both the good and the bad if they were truly going to mend hurts from the last few years, and Rosie deserved to not have an emotionally stunted godfather. He worked hard to try and mend his familial relationships as well, but especially with Mycroft and with Eurus; those relationships he deemed important enough to salvage and work on despite the horrors that had happened at Sherrinford all that time ago.
But Molly...that was where he stumbled. Constantly. And though she was patient and there for him, he could never really get out what he wanted to say, at least in a way that made him happy.
But tonight, perhaps he could, as he had an important question to ask her.
So now was the time, the place, and he was on bended knee with a ring in a box and hope in his heart. “I’ve been waiting all my life for you,” he said, looking up at her and the surprise on her face. “I've loved you with all my heart for so long, and I will continue to for as long as you'll have me. Will you--”
“Yes!” she said, cutting him off by launching herself into his arms to kiss him soundly. He had gotten most of it out, it seemed, but that was enough for her.