Paint my world (Sherlock X OC)

Ideal husband

"ok, so your brother is British government?" I asked as Sherlock and I walked around the park. Rosie and her friends were playing and John was busy with some patients so Sherlock and I came to look after Rosie.
"he calls himself that" he replied as we walked along.
"Sherlock?" I called his name, in order to ask something, or maybe not, I love calling his name as much as he likes to call me Melody.
"yes Melody?" I knew he would take my name, my plan was successful. I do wonder how it happened that I am almost addicted to him, his family, it's like I belong here.
"I thought you were supposed to ask me something" he said again, as I didn't answer him.
"why didn't you ever marry?" I finally asked the question I wanted to for a long time. Such a man and no wife? how ... bizzare.
Sherlock exhaled a deep breath before thinking, then he answered, "well..." then trailed off, wonder if he himself knows why is he unmarried, "look I think it's because, one, I didn't want to, two, it would've been a distraction to my work and three..." he paused, as if he didn't want to answer the third point.
"and three" I asked looking at him as we both walked together, it was peaceful, I hate to admit it's peaceful to even just walk with him than to date such men I dated.
"and three" Sherlock replied looking at me, "and three, I haven't found anyone I may like to see as my wife." offensive, it sounded offensive for some reason, I'm here, wait I'm not marrying him, I can't... no, "until now I guess" he completed his sentence and I stopped walking.
"until now?" I asked, why now? has he recently found anyone, or is it the pathologist Molly Hooper? I couldn't believe Rosie's Godmother would get my Sherlock.. I meant Sherlock.
"yes, until now" he too stopped as he replied.
"what's changed ?" I asked being a bit agitated.
"everything " he replied and for some reason I felt like I lost my home, my safe place so I, without knowing let myself be vulnerable and replied,
"so you love molly?" with that I could feel my eyes getting teary, yes again, silly me.
"what?" Sherlock was surprised as I took her name, "no ofcourse not, she's my friend not my girlfriend " he replied coming closer to me, "melody?"
"yes?" I said wiping my eyes, so apparently for no fucking reason I started crying at the fact that my Sherlock maybe in love... wait my? no not my but... ugh what's happening?
"you're crying " Sherlock embraced me, hugging my head close to his chest, "I'm not in love with Molly Hooper, I'm not in love with any of the women I've met but yo.." he stopped and my heart leaped at the thought that he may have said 'you' that means me.
"I didn't.." Sherlock continued, "I didn't... I don't wanna offend you but Melody?"
"yes?" I raised my head to look at him, to listen to what he has to say.
"who would be your ideal husband?" he enquired calmly, "what kind of man are looking for as your husband?"
I've always been afraid of this question, my father being dead has made me feel poor, I'm an artist and we don't often have work, so I'm not stable financially either, yet I just know I cannot be anything but an artist, I love my profession. So long ago I decided that I need a rich, handsome and luxurious husband, that's why all this search and no result was found.
"melody?" he called me and I realised I was thinking all these stuffs all along, "you wanna tell me or?"
"yes sure" I said, was a bit startled honestly, "you promise not to judge me ?"
His face was cold again, for I guess he could get a hint of what I might actually say, "say it" finally he replied.
"rich, handsome, perfect" I replied and he remained still, "so no one says a bad word to us".
He breathed a heavy breath before speaking, "so love doesn't matter?"
"will love buy you food?" I knew I sounded like a gold digger but maybe I am.
"it'll give you happiness, aren't you happy with us?" he enquired about my happiness? could he not see how happy I actually am with them.
"ofcourse I am" I replied, realising the fact I never actually have been in love for the person, Marc was handsome and rich so I fell for him and everyone I've ever dated matched my criteria, yet I was happy with no one, "so guess I need to experience love, then I will be able to say it".
Sherlock's lips curved into a beautiful smile, he was glad I got the point, "you're experiencing love"
I didn't quite get it, so I questioned him, "getting love? how?"
He smiled in response, he didn't say anything just looked away trying to find Rosie and once he did he called her, "Rosie! it's late now let's go home".
The tiny lady ran to us, while we three started to walk to our home, "Sherlock?"
He responded with hum, indicating me to continue.
"if I love someone, for the truest love I feel , if I feel" I wasn't sure what I wanted to ask, perhaps it was something like, "and if he's not rich, will I be happy with him?".
Sherlock picked Rosie up as we walked and said, "I'll never let a scratch come to you, you'll be happy Melody" he looked at me and smiled. Then paced a little faster, I wonder why he said about him keeping me happy, he does that, I love it, he didn't need to tell me. I love him..I love him?