sherlolly-picfics: The snowy log cabin was a nice surprise, a Christmas gift from Mycroft to ‘

sherlolly-picfics:The snowy log cabin was a nice surprise, a Christmas gift from Mycroft to ‘relax and put their feet up’. Of course, both Sherlock and Molly knew their holiday was a scapegoat for Mycroft to escape spending Christmas at their flat with their three young sons. Little did he know, there was still New Year…Sherlock peered out of the window at his family; the boys were sprawled in the snow, flapping their arms erratically and giggling madly. Molly skipped around them, snapping photos on her phone and dodging the odd snowball they launched in her direction. Smiling, the detective added the finishing touches to the steaming cups of hot chocolate he had waiting; cream and cookie bits, oh how he spoiled them.“Having fun?” He stated, looking up at his wife as she trudged into the kitchen. Molly, carrying two-year-old Ollie, kissed his cheek fondly.“Oh, they’re loving it,” Molly chuckled, swiping off the youngster’s hat before he could go running off to his father, “they want you to build a snowman with them.”“Almost finished,” he murmured, crushing a cookie and adding it to the beaker of lukewarm chocolate drink. He screwed down the lid and handed it to the small human trying to climb his trouser leg. “Oliver. Don’t tell Mummy.”The toddler blinked his huge brown eyes up at his father, his lips firmly attached to the teet of his bottle; he raised his arms and Sherlock happily obliged, lifting his youngest into his arms.Molly sniffed her own hot chocolate, licking her lips appreciatively, “mmm, this looks almost as good as you.“She dipped her finger into the whipped cream topping and sucked it into her mouth, deliberately keeping her husband’s gaze; she couldn’t help but smirk at the look on his face.“Careful, Molly,” he warned, his voice deep and sinful, “there are children present.”Their brief tender snog wasn’t broken by the happily suckling child in Sherlock’s arm but by the stampeding ones charging through the door.“Dad, dad! Look, I made a big snowball. Come see!”“Can we build the snowman now, Daddy? Please!”Hamish and William tugged at his coat, eagerly pulling him towards the door as they explained how they wanted their dream snowman to look. Sherlock rolled his eyes but allowed himself to be dragged out into the snow; he just caught the hat for Oliver that Molly tossed at him. The family of five spent the remainder of the day rolling and molding various different sizes of snowball, before Molly handed her eldest son, Hamish, two pieces of coal for the eyes. William stuck on the carrot whilst Oliver (with Sherlock’s assistance) draped the blue scarf around their icy friend’s neck. Sherlock and Molly clasped hands, smiling at each other warmly; the moment didn’t last long as dozens of snowballs were sent flying in their direction. It was a fight and one he didn’t mind losing, not if it meant his sons would laugh. Not at all.“I like Violet…”Sherlock looked up from his an old case file and glanced at Molly; she was holding her growing stomach fondly, a thoughtful look on her face. Sherlock smiled, deciding against informing Molly he very much doubted they’d have a daughter.“You don’t need to do that. Mummy loves you. Three grandchildren and another on the way? The woman’s practically built a shrine to your uterus.”Molly giggled, curling up against him as she watched the fire dance, “I’m serious.”“Oh. Then, no.”Molly reached up and plucked the case file from his hands, prompting the consulting detective to stare down at her in confusion. Her eyes were full of so much warmth, his heart fluttered.“I love you, you know. You’re a fantastic husband, a wonderful father but the best thing…” Molly leaned up and kissed him, “you’re a great man.”“I love you, too,” he said honestly and with more love than he’d ever felt for anyone. He brushed a thumb across her lip and smiled, “but I’m not naming our little girl Violet.”“Worth a try,”Molly sighed, sinking into his side and shooting him a wink. Oh, yes, he was so glad he loved her. happy holidays, Sherlollians. fingers crossed for some/any sherlolly ❤️ -- source link

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