Sherlock's Love Interest (BBC Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Today was the day. Molly felt jitters running up and down her spine, making her tingle and shake.

"You've planned everything as perfectly as you can," said Mary, knowing how bad wedding jitters were. "There's nothing more you can do; it's out of your control. Just enjoy it. If something goes wrong, Sabrina or I will fix it."

"I waited eight years for him," she said.

"And you've got him," said Sabrina as she fixed Molly's hair up the way she knew Sherlock liked it best.

"I know. Can I just take a peek at the chapel? I'll be right back."

"No!" exclaimed all three girls. Sabrina was the maid of honour, while the other two were bridesmaids. Maia was trying to bobby pin her hair in curls currently. All four were dressed, the bridesmaids in nearly-black dresses, Molly in white.

Until today, she had refused to let Sherlock know the colour scheme. He must have seen it as he walked in-they were only half an hour away from the ceremony!

"Knock knock," they heard John's voice as he walked in with his hand over his eyes. "Can I look?"

"Yes," smiled Mary. He moved his hand. "Let me see. You've not worn a tux since I can remember."

"Yes, well, Sherlock is very demanding."

"Daddy!" Amelia ran in, almost tripping over her own two feet. He picked her up and frowned at the dark coloured dress, exactly the same as the others'.

"Amelia, why are you wearing grey?"

"Because Mummy told me to!"

He looked at Mary. All the men had been kept in the dark about the reason behind the colours, so even John didn't know.

But Sherlock figured it out. Not until the ceremony had begun of course, but he did. He was scanning the crowd, figuring out who everyone on Molly's side of the church was, when the traditional music started to play.

John's jaw nearly dropped. Everyone involved in the wedding was wearing a dark colour, the men in black and ladies in shimmering grey, but Molly was in such a pure white dress that it was almost blinding.

Sherlock couldn't tear his eyes from Molly. She was stunning. Utterly beautiful. She'd been stolen from him early that morning, being told that he wasn't supposed to see her until the ceremony. Now he knew why. It was so he would be this surprised. His mouth felt like cotton, and he wasn't listening to anything. Archie, the ring bearer, had to poke him before he realised that he was supposed to say something.

Molly giggled quietly, her cheeks flushing. They said their vows, Sherlock in a near whisper because he was so entranced by his Molly that he could hardly think. He could see every door in his mind palace slamming and locking shut, but hers...her door opened so suddenly and so quickly that it smashed against the wall and the hinges broke. It took everything in him to say those vows, because his mind was so filled with past and present images of Molly Hooper. How she looked in the lab, at home, here, everywhere. How he didn't deserve this girl.

It was music to his ears when he heard the priest say, "You may now kiss the bride."

He did-gladly. Molly had to pull back from him, making him pout. "We have guests," she reminded him.

They walked back up the aisle with the wedding procession so they could change for the reception. Sherlock's hand didn't leave Molly's until she was at her door. She smiled.

"I love you," she said.

"I'd hope so, considering I just married you." He smiled back to her before walking out to take off his jacket and change from a black shirt. Their reception was outside and it was still rather warm out.

"Is Molly alright?" asked Greg, one of the groomsmen, as he followed Sherlock in.

"Yes. Why do you ask?" he said with a confused frown.

"She's been acting strange today."

"Nothing to worry over."

"She's been throwing up, and she won't eat hardly anything that she picked, but complains of being hungry."

Sherlock looked back at him with a smile. "Oh, Detective Inspector, what are the first signs of pregnancy?"