The Woman Who Counted (A Sherlolly Tale)

Chapter 51

Series 4 Spoilers. Duh.

A fortnight passed before they returned and though Molly adored Rosie she was so happy to hand her back to her parents. It was hard, keeping her for so long. She missed her parents, Molly knew she did, and she only got more confused when Molly had to hand her off to Mrs Hudson while she went to work.

"Thank you for watching her." Mary practically snatched Rosie from her godmother's arm. This didn't upset Molly, though. She couldn't even imagine going two weeks without seeing her child, that is if she had a child.

Molly smiled. "No problem. Anytime."

"Well, we'd love to stay and chat," John said, smiling at his daughter, "but we are both quite exhausted."

"Besides, I'm sure you two have got some catching up to do." Mary gave her a knowing smile. Molly blushed and said nothing as John rolled his eyes.

Sherlock smirked, not looking away from his mobile as he said, "Yes, we do."

"God, right. Yeah." John shook his head, heading to the door. "Goodbye."

"Bye!" Sherlock closed the door behind Mary and set his phone on the side table. Molly approached him, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her head against his chest.

"God, I've missed you," she said.

"Quite right too." He kissed her. It was a kiss that the two had been missing for the past two weeks and they both knew what would follow.

Sherlock lifted her, her hands tangling through his hair before he practically threw her onto the sofa, crawling over her, but she held a finger to his lips before he could duck down to kiss her again. "Different place than normal."

"Are you complaining?" He moved her hand aside and pressed his lips to her neck, she let out a moan.

"Not complaining. No." She smiled, fingering the buttons of his shirt. "Just curious."

He pulled her jumper over her head and kissed her chest this time as she still struggled to unbutton his shirt. "I'm impatient."

"Then help me get your clothes off, why don't you?"

An hour passed and they Molly lay on the sofa, wrapped in Sherlock's arms. He pressed a kiss to her head, trailing his fingers down her arms. "Let's go on a walk."

"Why?"

He sat up, forcing her with him. She let out a gasp but he quieted her by resting his head on her shoulder. "I need to think. I'll receive less judgement if I'm talking to you rather than myself."

She laughed, leaning her head against his. "And since when do you care about being judgement?"

"I don't. But John always did." He nodded his head towards the door. "Shall we?"

"How about a shower first?"

"Sounds lovely."

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It was a long walk. Sherlock spoke of the past two weeks, laying out every detail for Molly. When he reached the part of the story with AJ he paused on the centre of Vauxhall Bridge. Molly took his hand and the two stared out at the water.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"The English Woman."

Molly furrowed a brow, turning from the water to him. "Hm?"

"Amo. AJ thought it was Mary but it wasn't.... Yet it was 'the English woman." His eyes darted back in forth, scanning his memories, Molly was certain.