Molly woke up the next morning with a big smile on her face. She still couldn't believe what had happened last night. She thought she was in a dream, but she was afraid if she pinched herself now she would wake up.
She opened her eyes and there he was.
Sherlock was lying next to her, his back turned to her. Gently she reached out a hand and gently stroked his neck and his bare back. She was still smiling. Not a dream.
"Hmm?" it muttered slightly.
Sherlock slowly turned to her and smiled as well.
"I can... I can't believe you did that," she smiled and felt the blush rise because of her stammering.
"Me neither" he said softly, smiled too and then gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. Then he tilted his head slightly forward to give her a short but gentle kiss.
He moved just inches away from her face, lightly stroking his thumb across her chin and smiling. Then he pulled her towards him, her head on his chest and stroked her hair gently.
"Molly?" he asked carefully.
"When I asked you to stay, I didn't mean just for this night. I meant forever."
At that moment Molly stood up in surprise.
"No, please let me finish" he interrupted her.
"Molly, I want you with me. When I left you, I left a piece of me there too. I realised I'm not the same without you by my side. I'm not myself anymore without you by my side. I love you and I want you to be part of my life"
Now Molly straightened up. With tears in her eyes she looked at the man she loved. Gently, she stroked his cheek with her hand.
"Sherlock, I love you too, but you know I have a job in Ireland and I have to go back."
Slowly a tear ran down her cheek.
Sherlock gently stroked it away with his thumb and then lingered briefly on her lips.
"There must be a way you can stay here?" he then asked hopefully.
"Well, the only possibility would be if they could find someone who could carry on my work. But there won't be a replacement so quickly and besides, I don't know if I could get my old job back. And then there's the matter of the flat. Surely my old flat is already rented out again" she explained then.
Sherlock listened to her attentively the whole time until something occurred to him.
"Well, I think I've got an idea about that," Sherlock grinned now, kissed her and then got out of bed. While Sherlock was getting his things together, Molly just watched him with a wrinkle on his forehead.
"Just make yourself at home. I'll take care of it," he replied to her and then disappeared into the bathroom.
"Ooookay" was all Molly could say. But Sherlock had already disappeared.
* * *
It was now nearly two months since she had spent that incredible night with Sherlock and he had asked her to stay with him. She was incredibly touched by his request and also by the fact that, because of her, he crossed his emotional boundaries. He had told her, with tears in his eyes, that he loved her and that she should be a part of his life. She was all the more saddened when she had to refuse his request. Sherlock then said that he had an idea and wanted to take care of it.
And so it happened that Molly was standing in the kitchen in Baker Street right now, preparing dinner. Sherlock was in the living room, busy with little Rosie. He kept smiling at her and Molly's heart warmed when she saw this picture of him with little Rosie on his arm.
For about a month now, she had become more of a regular part of the so-called "Baker Street Boys" - as Mary always called her.
Sherlock had indeed kept his word back then.
After their night together, Molly and Sherlock spent most of the time together. Molly did not ask about his plan again. She just wanted to enjoy the time with him. And besides, it would make her less likely to escape disappointment if it didn't work out. But less than a week later, she received a phone call. Molly was in the flat with Sherlock and Rosie when her old boss, Mr Johnson, called. He apologised for the disturbance on their holiday. Then he explained to her that Waterford had contacted him and apparently a new pathologist had been found who could continue her work. Molly's breathing stopped and she was afraid that this call would not be good news now and that she would be out of a job. He then explained to her that her new supervisor had phoned him first because he had asked to have Molly back at Bart's. Mr. Johnson seemed visibly surprised, but said that if Molly still wanted to, she could get her old job back. She immediately said yes, thanked him and hung up.
Slowly she went back to her goddaughter and the man she loved.
"How to ---" she started but Sherlock interrupted her.
"Shh Molly, we have a little child here. Don't swear," he said, pointing at Rosie and grinning.
Then he straightened up and slowly walked towards Molly.
She whispered softly, "How on earth did you do that?"
"What?" Sherlock seemed a bit confused. But somehow he suspected it had something to do with that phone call he just got.
"Mr Johnson just called. He said they didn't need me in Waterford any more and he offered me my old job at the same time" she smiled now.
Sherlock also smiled and waved away with a simple gesture of his hand.
"Let's just say Mycroft still owed me one. Does that mean you're staying now?"
Molly then only had to make one more trip back to Ireland. Once again she packed her things, said goodbye to her newfound friends and colleagues and left Ireland with both a laughing and a crying eye. She had to leave her tomcat Toby behind with a heavy heart. Sherlock had offered her, or rather asked more, to move in with him. At least until she found a new flat. Molly was about to pick Toby up from her neighbours when she noticed how comfortable he was and how devoted he had become to Mr. O'Reilly. He had never been like that with Molly, she thought. And the elderly gentleman was also sad and did not want to let him go. At some point Molly decided to leave him with you. But she promised to visit him if she ever came back. Mr. O'Reilly was so pleased, he literally fell around her neck. Yes, he was a cat fool through and through.
Then exactly three weeks ago, Sherlock asked her to move in with her completely. And John was also delighted with this proposal. After all, Rosie would have his godmother close by and Sherlock would be happy. John had been quite happy about the news anyway, when he heard about his best friend and friend living together. And Mrs Hudson, Molly's friend Meena and Greg were also delighted, with the latter showing a teensy bit of jealousy.
"I always thought you had other inclinations, Sherlock" was what he meant when he interrupted Sherlock and Molly kissing once.
Sherlock then gave him an angry look, and Greg quickly started to laugh, signaling to him that it was a joke.
Everything has been peaceful ever since. Molly has now finally moved into Baker Street, got her old job back and is happy. Sherlock spends most of his time together with Molly, continues to successfully solve cases and once again outshines the work of Scotland Yard. Mycroft is still as he is. However, he accepts the bond between the two. Eurus also gets visits from her brother and Molly from time to time and is now a permanent part of Sherlock's life.
... "We could have been friends"...
Molly's gaze fell further on the spectacle in front of her. Sherlock playing and laughing with Rosie. He obviously enjoyed it and Molly was happy to see it too. At some point he stood up, moved slowly towards her, stood behind her and gently put his arms around her.
"I love you, Molly Hooper" he whispered softly into her ear.
Molly grinned about it while she cut the vegetables. Then she slowly turned to him.
"I love you too, Sherlock Holmes" she smiled and looked deep into his eyes.
Sherlock then pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss.
"And you, I will love just as much" he then said, lowering his gaze and gently stroking her belly with his hands.