Sherlock's Love Interest (BBC Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

"Here's my list of the people I'd like to invite," said Molly.

"I have very few. My family I suppose, John will already be there with Mary and Amelia, Mrs. Hudson, and Archie."

"Archie?" Molly asked with a smile. "The ring bearer from John's wedding?"

"Yes. He's going to be a fantastic detective when he gets older."

Her smile got bigger. "You just like how he enjoys the photos you have of murders."

Sherlock smiled. "He does enjoy a good murder, doesn't he? He helped me solve to case to save John's Major friend. Shows that not everyone gets smarter as they get older."

"What do you mean?"

"Meat dagger."

She smiled and looked down at the guest list.

"Knock knock!" Mary came walking in, holding Amelia. "How's the planning going?"

"Okay...I think. Can you help me?"

"Sure thing. Here, Sherlock, you take Amelia."

He grimaced as the baby was shoved into his arms.

"Let's go up to my room," said Molly as she gathered the few papers she had out. "I've got a lot more in there."

Mary dropped Amelia's diaper bag on the couch and followed her friend up.

Sherlock sighed, looking at the baby, who was struggling to keep her eyes open. "I need to think anyway," he thought, so moved the diaper bag to the floor and laid on the couch before setting Amelia on his chest.

He made sure she was asleep before retreating to his mind palace, because when he was there he was unaware of reality and very jumpy.

Molly poked her head back through the door an hour later to find both Sherlock and Amelia asleep. She chuckled. Sherlock had stayed up all night performing experiments, she knew he would fall asleep. But she expected him to have put Amelia on one of the armchairs, not on him.

"He's going to be a good dad one day," said Mary quietly.

"He acts like a child himself, I think I might have my hands full if we have kids."

"If? You will, trust me."

Molly bit her lip, looking at Sherlock. "I'm not so sure."

Sherlock had been asleep, but very lightly, and woke when he heard Molly and Mary talking. He frowned mentally. Molly was right to say if, but her voice conveyed so much to him that he knew it should be changed to when.

He stayed silent and let them think he was still asleep.

"Thanks for the help, Mary." Sherlock felt the pressure of Amelia's body weight be lifted off of him.

"No problem. If John didn't have reservations for us tonight, I'd stay and help out some more. Call me tomorrow, okay?"

"Will do. Bye."

"See ya."

Molly closed the door and chuckled at Sherlock's still form. "Are you hungry?"

"No. I'm tired, leave me alone." He curled up, not opening his eyes. "How'd you know I was awake?"

"I saw you moving when Mary took Amelia."

He pulled his robe tighter around him and nodded off quickly. Molly smiled and took a blanket from beside the couch to cover him with.

His hand fell open, and inside lay a small piece of folded paper. She picked it up and unfolded it, finding that he hadn't given her the complete list.

Greg Lestrade
Mrs. Hudson
Mycroft
Mother
Father
Mary Watson
Philip Anderson
Sally Donovan
James Erikson
Cathie Carmichael
Mike Stamford

She smiled, and although a touch confused, was excited to add each person on the list to her guest list. Why did he want Sally Donovan there? She insulted him every time she saw him.

Molly walked into the kitchen to get herself a bite to eat, but Mrs. Hudson had taped a note to the refrigerator. Come downstairs, dear, I'll have you both for supper if you're hungry. -Mrs. H

Molly smiled and walked downstairs, grateful for the night off from cooking and looking around body parts.