Rosie's Godparents

First Steps Into The Future

Approximately a year later, Molly fidgets with her hands in her bedroom as Meena does her hair. It's a curly partial updo. Today is the biggest day of her life to date. Her wedding day. Her /real/ wedding day. She's finally marrying the man of her dreams: Sherlock Holmes. They had made so much progress in their relationship over the course of the last year and he has become an incredible partner, despite all of his Sherlock-ness. John is Sherlock's best man, Meena is Molly's matron of honor, Archie is their ring-bearer, and of course, Rosie is their flower girl. Sherlock had been proud of his wedding planning abilities, tapping into his mind palace to pull information from back when John and Mary got married.

Molly looks down at her dress and smooths it for the millionth time. Meena chuckles and squeezes her shoulders. "Molls, stop fidgeting. You look gorgeous. He's going to absolutely pass out when he sees how stunning you look!"

Molly giggles softly. "Okay, well I hope he doesn't literally pass out. But I do hope he like my dress...it's a little low cut but it works for me. It makes me look like I have some sort of curves."

"Like I said, you look gorgeous. He is so lucky to have you Molls. You deserve this, I'm so happy that you are finally happy. Really. It's about time."

"Thanks. I'm so nervous but so excited at the same time. My stomach is in absolute knots." Meena finishes pinning her hair and Molly stands up, moving over to the mirror and gasping. "Oh, Meena...my makeup is perfect, and my hair... I don't think it's ever looked so soft and beautiful. I love these small curls on sides."

"Oh, good. I was hoping you'd love it. Stylish, elegant, but simple. Half up, half down for comfort. Your makeup was easy, I already know you're pale so choosing the right color palette was fairly simple for me."

Molly chuckles and nudges her softy. "Well thanks again. I'm thrilled." She hugs her tight and beams.

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Sherlock paces back and forth, hands steepled under his chin and periodically peering out the window of Baker Street. John raises an eyebrow. "Mate if you keep pacing like that, you're going to burn a trail in the ground. Look, your suit fits nice, everything is all set at the church, Molly is getting ready, and the cab will be here soon. I still can't believe you chose to go to the church by cab."

"It's convenient, plus Molly has a limo, which we will be travelling in after the wedding and reception. I don't need a limo just for you, me, and Greg. Let the women have their fun. Saves money too."

John sighs and chuckles. "I suppose so. By the way Greg is actually going to meet us at the church, he caught a murderer this morning all on his own!", John smirks.

Sherlock furrows his brow. "What? What murderer!? Why wasn't I called??"

John snorts. "Sherlock, it's your wedding day. It's your day off."

"Yes...it is. But still." He huffs and crosses his arms like a child.

"The cab will be here soon. You sure you are all ready to go to the church?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be? Please John, I know I may not be the ideal man for Molly, but she chose me, and I chose her and we are good together, at least in my opinion and I wouldn't sabotage my own wedding."

"No, you wouldn't. Just mine, apparently."

"Hey, you know I couldn't help that one, It's hardly my fault that you invited a known murder target to attend your wedding!"

John rolls his eyes. "Maybe not, but you better stay on my good side or I may just add something to my best man speech."

Sherlock scoffs. "You wouldn't dare!"