Redbeard For Real

Molly giggles, trying to contain the wiggly box in her hand. She had texted Sherlock to come home early because she had a gift for him, despite their anniversary not being for another month.

When she was on a walk due to the unusually sunny weather, she passed a small pet shop who were giving away puppies. Coincidentally, or maybe not, they happened to be handing out Irish Redsetter puppies. Sherlock's dream dog, and what he had believed his childhood friend Victor Trevor to be, when his memories were altered by Mycroft.

Though Molly is more of a cat person, and Toby was less than thrilled to have another creature impeaching on his territory, Molly wanted to do something sweet for her new husband, and, knowing the history of his connection to the breed she knew she was meant to see the little pups in the small pen outside the shop. This particularly sweet runt came over to her immediately. He was the smallest one, and the least paid attention to, which made him different. And different is perfect for her and for Sherlock.

He had texted that he would be home for dinner and couldn't wait to see, since he generally doesn't like surprises. However, Molly's surprises are usually worth the wait.

Molly had put the little runt in a nice sized box with breathing holes and pet the little pup for a while once dinner was in the oven. Grabbing her phone, she texts him.

{Dinner is in the oven; made a cheesy chicken pasta casserole thing I found a recipe for online. It looked good. Are you en route? xxx Molly}

A reply comes almost instantaneously.

{Cab is turning down the street. See you momentarily, love. SH}

Grinning brightly, she hurriedly puts the box on the sitting room table and goes to the door to wait for him.

A minute later, he saunters up the walk, his Belstaff billowing behind him. A grin spreads across his face when he looks up and sees her. Molly can't help but take in how utterly gorgeous he looks today. He always is of course, but there's just an air about him and the way his curls look so fluffy, and his eyes look particularly bright with their multiple colors today that make butterflies in her stomach.

"What?", he muses, smiling at her. "You're staring."

She blushes and chuckles as she lets him in the door. "Sorry. You just look...so damn good today. You always do but there's something about that teal shirt and the way your eyes match perfectly, and how fluffy your curls are today. Mmm...gorgeous."

Sherlock laughs softly and pulls her close, kissing her passionately. "You're gorgeous", he murmurs as Molly sinks into the kiss and moans softly, tangling her fingers in his hair. He moans gently and plays with her tongue before pulling away for air.

"Still in our honeymoon phase too, aren't we? I hope it never ends, Moll."

Molly giggles and kisses his cheek, hanging up his Belstaff. "Me neither, Sherlock", she beams. "So, want to see your surprise?"

He smirks and raises an eyebrow. "Always, from you", he purrs and pulls her close.

Molly playfully slaps his chest and laughs. "It's nothing to do with sex, but with you looking how you do, you'll have no problem convincing me later tonight okay?"

"Hmm okay. So what's it to do with?"

Grabbing his hand in her own, Molly drags him into the sitting room, leading him to the large white box with a red box on it. He looks at her incredulously.

"Moll, it's not my birthday or our anniversary. Why the big gift?"

"Because I love you, and when I saw this, I knew it was absolutely perfect for you, regardless of what day it is."